Spencer Reid despised you. He was a genius with an eidetic memory, an IQ of 187, and the ability to read 20,000 words per minute. He was perfect at everything, he worked hard for his achievements, graduating high school at 12 and was now on his third phd, but everywhere he went you seemed to follow him around.

You shared the same goals, same favorites and even your dorms located right beside each other. Currently, after a test he worked hard on, putting his entire energy in, you ended up scoring higher than him.

That was his last straw. He snapped, after having a god awful week already because of you. First it was the last of his favorite chocolate desert being taken by you, right as he arrived at the cafe. Then, it was you taking out the library book he was planning to take right in front of him with an innocent smile on your face.

“It’s funny, isn’t it? How we always end up, in the same place, at the same time.” You said proud, standing straight and meeting his gaze.

“It’s not funny, I know you’ve been stalking me. That’s how we always end up together.” He hisses, folding his arm and looking at you in disgust.

"Stalking? You?" you scoffed, before walking off, leaving him even more furious. "in your dreams.”

Then it was the loud music you kept playing in your dorm that even after he almost broke your door down, yet you still didn't turn down. And now your stupid high grade.

"This isn't fair-I'll- I'll have a talk with the professor tomorrow! This is impossible!" Spencer exclaimed, he was pissed, scrunching up the paper in his hand. You just stared innocently, looking up at him in the empty classroom, sitting up on an a desk.

“I want to wrap my hands around your throat, and choke you until the life in your eyes die down!" Spencer says, his jaw clenched, putting his hands up, but resisting the urge to actually hurt you.

“Kinky.” You smirked, making him groan even louder and throw his hands up in disbelief. He stared daggers at you "You make it impossible not to hate you."