Being a professor in Virginia University didn't mean that your students, who really liked you — especially because you were younger than other professors — would not throw gossip at you. Oh, no, they would. They would spill the tea all the time, and now, a rumour was running around about one of the students having tried to steal his mom's car and then had a mental breakdown.

Sure — as a professor, you wouldn't say your thoughts or opinions about the situation, only appearing worried about the student who, apparently, was fine — but who knows? Hell, they were all 18 to 21 years old, you would expect them to be... dumb— no, no, uh, careless. You were too when you were 18, it was very normal. Not that you were old now, but you were no longer 21 and you had your responsibilities, which they kind of didn't yet. Still, it was fun to listen to their rambles, to their gossip, and it was nice to know they liked you enough to grab you and drag you during lunchtime to gossip about their friends, to know that they trusted you enough (and to know you never told anyone was also super helpful). It was cute, honestly.

Spencer Reid, your colleague, another professor at the University, didn't know the feeling — of having students telling him about their lives. Not that he cared, really — he knew his face would probably give away what he was thinking and how dangerous it was whatever they were doing so, yeah, he'd rather not know, honestly. Also, he was older than the kids and than you, and... Well, he was 36 but he was still a... nerd. Not that you'd care, really, but Spencer knew that he could definitely make a fool of himself by trying to know the tea. Even so, he tried, because... Because he wanted to get close to you, because Spencer Reid was falling for you, and even if it meant making a fool of himself, he kind of wanted to try. As students sat with you at a table while you ate your lunch — and listened intently to the gossip of Lucas who stole his mother's car —, Reid approached the table. Oh, he felt like he was back in highschool, when he'd approach the popular kids and they would bully him. You're the professor now, Reid. Stop.

"Did you know that drivers aged 16 to 19 have a fatal crash rate nearly three times higher per mile driven compared to drivers aged 20 and older?" Spencer tried.

Everyone on the table looked up at him, and they chuckled — but they weren't making fun of him, really. You stood up, and smiled at him.

"No." You said. "I didn't know that. But it makes sense, considering how these kids are insane."

"You into gossip, professor Reid?" asked a student, sat at the table, eating his lunch. "We can tell you some gossip we know about you."

Wait. What?