Spencer

Detention. Spencer Reid couldn't believe that he was spending his Saturday morning in detention. Him of all people! He could understand why other people would end up there, but the fact that he was going to be categorized with those people was appalling to even think about. His mother had offered to drop him off, but he opted to walk to school instead, as it was only a quarter of a mile away. He'd brought his backpack with him, along with his lunch, that way he could get his extra credit work done while he was forced to sit in the library for several hours.

When he arrived in the library, he saw that there was one other person there. He'd seen her around the school before, but nobody really talked to her. She spent her lunches in the computer lab or stuck to the back of the classroom, doodling in a sketchbook or reading a comic. The one thing he could say about her was that she wore her individuality like a shield, as she seemed to throw anything together in the morning and go to school that way. There were several empty tables still available, so he sat down at a table across from her, taking a seat and pulling his jacket off, setting his backpack on the seat beside him and crossing his arms, leaning on them.

JJ

All she had done was skip a class – and it wasn't even a good class. She decided that going to the mall was better than sitting in a classroom and learning differential equations. She was able to pick out an outfit – a really cute outfit – for her friend's party next weekend, but soon after, she had been caught by mall security and her parents were called. They'd gotten in touch with Principal Rossi, and, well, now here she was. She had gotten a lecture from both her mother and her father, and it ended in the two of them arguing. They tried to tell her that she was going to get kicked off of the soccer team and lose all chances of a scholarship, but Principal Rossi was going to let it slide and stay off her record if she served a Saturday detention.

So, here she was, in the front seat of her dad's car, arms crossed. The reasoning for the detention was ridiculous: it was just one class. The teacher had gone over the same material the next day, so it was like she never even missed it. Leaning her head back against the seat, she let her eyes slip shut.

Her father parked the car and turned to her. "This family's gone through enough with your sister, Jenny. We didn't need to deal with this on top of it."

She gritted her teeth and did her best to bite her tongue. "This doesn't have anything to do with her, stop using her anytime you're mad at me."

He sighed. "I'm sorry. Go, do this, and after, you can take my credit card and go shopping, okay?"

"Fantastic." She turned away from him and rolled her eyes, picking up her bags and slamming the door behind her.

Derek

Ever since his father died, Derek would gladly admit that he had a bit of a temper. He'd joined sports to try to make his father proud, even if he wasn't around to watch them, and in doing so, he made a lot of idiot jock friends. They would all get into trouble here and there, but because they were athletes, they'd always be let off the hook and told 'good luck at the next match'. The one thing he couldn't understand was why this time was different. It was a harmless prank: he and a few of his buddies had cornered one of the small geeky kids and decided to have a little fun with him. Unfortunately, the kid didn't see it as 'fun' and in some way, the incident was reported to the principal, Derek guessed by the kid's parents. They'd all been called into the office for it, but considering Derek was the captain and the ringleader, he'd earned the Saturday detention while the rest of them were just held for a few hours after school.

His mom had offered to drive him, and he really wished she hadn't. No matter what happened, and no matter what shit he pulled at school or otherwise, his mother didn't have it in her to be mad at him. She supported him in all of his endeavors, and showed up at every single match she could, when she wasn't working or at something involving his sisters. She pulled up in front of the school, sighing and parking.

"Derek, I'm not mad at you," she started, gripping the steering wheel, "I know boys will be boys, and that's just goofing around, but you really could've hurt that boy. Do you realize that?"

He nodded, looking down at his lap.

She reached over, running a hand over his head. "Be good, because I want this to be the last time I drive you to school on a Saturday for anything other than a wrestling match, you hear me?"

He nodded again, giving her a smile and a quick hug, grabbing his bag and walking into the school. He saw Jennifer Jareau, or JJ as friends called her, sitting at one of the front tables. They weren't exactly close, but they ran in the same social circles. He motioned toward the empty seat beside her and she shrugged before nodding. He took the seat and dropped his bag down, sighing and willing this day to be over already.

Emily

Four schools in two years – her mother thought this would be a great idea, and not something that would cause any problems for her precious little daughter. It didn't matter to Elizabeth Prentiss what her daughter had wanted, oh no, it was all about where the 'better' job offer was, and Emily was sick of it. She'd tried talking to her mother outright about it, but anytime she tried, her mother's phone would ring and she'd hold up a finger, telling Emily to just 'hold on for a sec'. Emily decided to give up trying, and instead, opted to find other ways to get noticed. Lately, the only way that seemed to work was getting into trouble. She'd started dressing in all black, and when that didn't work, a slight hoodlum look seemed to be what did the trick. Her mother would complain that she had plenty of nice clothes to wear, but Emily would just roll her eyes and say she was going to be late for school, grabbing her backpack and storming out of the house.

Her mother had been ignoring her for two straight weeks, and her new husband hadn't been much of a catch. She wasn't getting any attention from her mother at all, and it was all going to work or whatever his name was. She had to act out for attention, and it got to a point where acting out just became the norm. There were numerous Saturday detentions for minor infractions, like skipping class to smoke a cigarette, or being found with one of her fake IDs. The one that had apparently been such a big deal that her mother needed to be contacted was a pulled fire alarm. All she'd wanted was to have a little fun and get out of P.E. for the day, and she did the rest of the student body a favor, but the teachers didn't see it that way. After checking the security footage, Emily was called down to the office, lectured, and told that she'd be serving detention on Saturday. Rolling her eyes, she'd walked out of the office, slamming the door behind her. On Saturday, she trudged across the empty parking lot after her cigarette, walking into the library in the nick of time. As she walked in, she made as much noise as she could, spinning magazine racks and rearranging things on the librarian's desk, picking up a notepad and sticking it in her pocket. After that she walked up to her usual seat and saw a nerdy kid sitting there. She immediately kicked him out and sat down, putting her legs up on the table.

Spencer looked around the library, taking in his company for the day. Jennifer Jareau was sitting at the front table with Derek Morgan. At their high school, there was no way you couldn't know the two of them. Not only was Jennifer Jareau arguably the prettiest girl in school, but she had been homecoming queen and she was the captain of the girls' soccer team. She was the girl that everyone had a crush on, and they would all admit it. Spencer had been asked to tutor her in European History during sophomore year, but she only showed up to the first session. After that, there would always be excuses, such as the fact that she was too busy, had to meet up with somebody in one of her clubs, or the one time one of her jock friends went into the library to tell Spencer to leave her alone. All he'd wanted to do was help her improve her grade, but it was clear that all she wanted to do was spend time anywhere but with him. Then there was Derek Morgan, the man who didn't really need a description. He was the captain of the wrestling team, football team, and he played hockey for the hell of it. He had never had an interaction with Derek before, and god willing, he wouldn't: just his size alone was enough to tell Spencer to stay away from him. If given the option, he could think of any other two people on the planet he'd rather be serving detention with than Mr. and Mrs. Popularity. He didn't care for social standings, but their friends had seemed to make it their goal to make his high school experience a living hell, so much that he had become flustered, and in the long run, ended up in detention today.

Sitting directly across from his table was a new girl, and through the grapevine, he knew that her name was Emily something. Rumor had it that she had been kicked out of three schools in the past two years, while other said it was just transfers because of her mom's job. Nobody really knew what the deal was with her, and by the looks of her, she didn't want anybody to find out. Spencer had seen her around school, and every single time, she had been up to no good, between pulling the fire alarm that probably resulted in her detention and trying to hack into the vending machines for free food and soda. He didn't see the point, as rumor had it her mother had money, but he would be willing to bet that it was an attention thing. One thing was for sure, though: he wasn't going to bring it up or ever find out for himself.

Finally, there was the girl who was now seated behind him. If he recalled correctly, her name was 'Penny', and whether that was actually her name or her nickname, he wasn't entirely sure. She always stayed to herself and doodled in the margins of her notebooks instead of taking notes. In the one class he'd had with her, Biology, she always managed to get one of the best grades in the class, as Mr. Ryan handed back the tests in numerical grade order, and she was always one or two behind him at the top of the stack. He wasn't sure if she had any friends, or if she even wanted them. Her individuality was what she used to keep people at a distance, between her outrageous fashion sense and her bubbly personality. He'd heard a rumor a while back that she may be 'on' something, though he didn't unsure what that meant, and therefore wasn't sure if he believed it. Whatever the case may be, this crowd of people was definitely going to make for an extremely awkward nine hours.