"You look so 𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑡𝑡𝑦 for a rich girl baby!"
"And my fist is gonna look so 𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑡𝑡𝑦 against your nose baby!"
Aaron hotchner x reader fic, set in the 1980s.
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Aaron Hotchner was the embodiment of your typical bad boy. Leather jacket, slicked back hair and a cigarette always in his mouth.
Rings laid on his fingers and a pocket knife was always in his back jean pocket, ready to use it whenever he needed to.
He was a typical greaser, always causing some type of trouble or getting into some type of fight, along side his friends Spencer Reid, Jennifer Jareau, Luke Alvez and a bunch more.
You on the other hand were so different. Wearing short skirts and sweaters, a barrette the color of your shirt always in your hair.
You layered necklaces on your neck and wore many rings on your fingers, always accessorizing any chance you got.
You weren't a typical SOC tho. You weren't preppy, bratty nor spoiled. You, yourself found a majority of the SOCS to be annoying besides a few who just happened to be,
Derek Morgan, David Rossi, Alex Blake and Emily Prentiss. They were the only ones who you trusted and who you enjoyed to be around.
You five were the 'it' group at Will Rodgers High School and you wouldn't have it any other way.
— ☕︎︎ —
I popped a grape into my mouth as you locked eyes with your boyfriend. He gave me a quick smile as he stole my food popping it in his mouth.
I gave him a slight glare earning a chuckle from him. He knew i hated it when he stole my food, especially when K reminded him to pack his own.
"Calm down pretty one, are we still up for the drive in movie tonight? They're playing Beach Blanket Bingo"
I nodded quickly taking another grape in my mouth. "Of course, you know it's my fav!!"
He gave you a slight chuckle and kissed your temple before he got up from the lunch table. "Alright baby, I'll pick you up at seven."
He moved away from the table and left the cafeteria, taking my focus back to the chemistry homework that laid in front of me.
It was my least favorite subject and you honestly didn't know why you even tried on the homework, you usually didn't do the best on it.
It was your worst subject, your grade being a C+ while my other grades were A+.
You still tried my best because you always had to do best for daddy or he would be upset.
