Just A Game [Teenlock]

Chapter Two: The Blonde

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Sherlock's eyes followed the red fruit as he bounced it off the palms of his hands on the table in front of him. The apple had a shine to it, one that normally made people want to it eat. Of course, Sherlock wasn't exactly normal.

The school's dingy lunch room was filled to the brim but the table Sherlock sat at was vacant minus the seat he occupied.

It didn't take long however for a certain flirty Irishman to plop down ever so gracefully in the seat beside him.

"Ninety eight?" Jim questions, placing his own lunch on the table.

Sherlock grins wickedly "Ninety nine. Diana is a very naughty girl, it seems, and so is her friend" Jim pulls a face but before he can criticise Sherlock is speaking again. "How far have you got with the drama students?"

"Not very" Jim scoffs "They're all far more interested in 'changing' me"

Sherlock places a hand over his apple, stopping the rolling movement as he turns to look at his friend. He hums right before he replies.

"Half of them are virgins" He says. It could, after all, be another reason they didn't climb into the sack with Jim straight away.

Briefly, Jim perks up "Oh! That's double points!"

Sherlock nods. Double points for taking a V-card. Call them sick, but it gave their life a well needed burst of excitement.

Jim slouches then and groans in annoyance "Even with double points, it's going to be hell trying to beat that damn wild card. You've got half this college pining over you!"

As he exclaims he waves his hands towards Sherlock, looking like he was mentally screaming how on Earth Sherlock was so damn sexy and loveable.

Sherlock smirks at the comments, never one to be overly modest. He does, however, return the favour, knowing how much Jim was in love with himself.

"You have your fair share of admirers too" He speaks, returning to rolling his apple back and forth. His eyes once again follow the fruit.

"None of whom are in the drama club" Jim sounds sulky at first but he soon grins "Yet"

Sherlock smiles but doesn't look up from his apple. Out the corner of his eye he can see people wondering around looking for seats. All passed their table, searching for spaces among the other students. It was crowded now that all the years were back but no one ever sat with them. Far too awkward or afraid to even ask to sit. Occasionally Molly Hooper would come and sits with them.

As if the universe was reading his mind, Sherlock hears the girl's voice greet him from behind.

"Hey, Sherlock!" She beams as Sherlock turns to face her, allowing his apple to roll to a stop.

He smiles at her, barely acknowledging the blonde boy stood beside her but mentally cataloguing all he could.

He was no threat. Same year as them. Studying English Lit going by the way he constantly flexed his tired writing hand. Sherlock vaguely recognised him, he was a friend of Molly. Sherlock searches his brain for a name but, unsurprisingly, he'd deleted most of Molly's chitchat.

"Molly" Sherlock greets with a nod.

She perks up at the attention and unconsciously brushes her hair out of her face.

"Ca--" She starts, only to be cut off as Irene's falls into her seat and Jim pipes up.

"Well, well, well Ms Alder! You look like you had a good night" Jim teases with playful smile.

It's clear Irene had been up most of the night and hadn't been home. She was in the same red dress, which was now creased. Her make up wasn't up to it's usual standard and despite the bags under her eyes she had a massive grin on her lips.

"Two and a half" She smirks, giving the air a little fist pump.

Sherlock was a bit surprised by that. With her love for women and generally picky attitude, it was rare for the young woman to bed more then one person a night. Although she'd clearly found something she liked at the party she went on to bed two people and give oral to another (explaining the half point). Mentally, Sherlock did the Maths.

The point system was simple. A whole point for each person they bedded. One person cannot be slept with twice and count as two points. Oral sex was half a point. No points given for groping. Double points for virgins.

So overall: Irene was at 83. Jim at 87 and a half. Himself at 99.

Seeing as Sherlock had never got double points (as all the girls and guys he'd been with had said they weren't virgins) and he'd always make sure to go back for the whole package if he'd only given oral, that meant he was one away from having slept with 100 people.

With a small grin, Sherlock focuses back on his friends.

"Two" Sherlock chips in to the conversation then, still smiling even though Items was ahead. He holds up two fingers as he speaks.

He didn't need to worry, not with the wild card. Like Jim said, half the people here would happily accept should he invite them into bed.

Jim raises a hand, making an O shape with his fingers to indicate he was at zero. He even had enough shame to lower his head with a sad look. He looks like he was close to tears, but he was an incredible actor much like his friends.

Both Irene and Sherlock laugh at their pouting friend before Molly speaks up a again.

"Um, Sherlock, can we--"

"Yes, Molly, sit down already" Sherlock cuts her off.

The boy and her sits on the two seats on Sherlock's side, seeing as Jim and Irene were in the other two seats. Molly, as ever, was sat beside Sherlock.

The blonde, who'd been quiet so far speaks up then, sending a small glare Sherlock's way.

"You shouldn't talk to her like that"

Jim and Irene 'oooh' while Molly mutters at him to drop the subject. Sherlock ignores him, starting to dig around in his bag.

The table seems quiet as they all watch him, wondering what it is he's searching for. It was rare for Sherlock to do much more then talk and roll his fruit around at lunch.

He soon produces a small gift wrapped box complete with a little purple ribbon. The wrapping paper itself was blue and slightly sparkly. Molly's eyes widen as Sherlock turns to her and gives her the gift.

Jim could hear murmurs from the table behind him and flips them off without taking his eyes off his two friends.

"For me?" Molly asks, taking the box with trembling hands.

Sherlock gives a rare sincere smile "For all that you did for me"

She could only nod back before she tears away the paper. She flips open the box and a small gasp escapes her lips as they, much like her hands, tremble.

Still in awe, Molly lifts the necklace out of the box, her eyes completely fixed on the star pendant that hung from the medium sized gold chain. Inside the star were small pink crystals, travelling up either point.

Jim can't help but grin. They same can be said for Irene. Both of them were thankful for what she did. She helped them get their friend back and that was something they could never thank her enough for.

Sherlock takes the necklace, the sincere smile still on his face. "Turn around"

She does as she's told, mouthing 'oh my God' to her blonde friend. He smiles at her, clearly happy that she was happy. Sherlock carefully moves her hair and settles the necklace over her cute striped jumper before doing it up. He then puts her hair back in place as she looks down at the star.

"Thank you, Molly Hooper" Sherlock whispers by her at before placing a gentle friendly kiss on her cheek.

She looked close to tears, the poor girl, as she continues to gape at the necklace around her neck.

To break the rapidly forming silence, Jim pipes up. "You know, if I didn't know better, I'd say you had a crush Sherlock"

Molly's face heats up and she shifts awkwardly at the sentence, glancing at Sherlock briefly, her eyes shining. Jim realises a moment too late that he may have just, accidentally, risen any hopes she had about Sherlock.

Sherlock sends Jim a flirtatious wink "Oh, Jim, we both know that isn't quite true"

Jim smirks at the mocking words. Words Jim had spoken once upon a time.

Irene just scoffs, rolling her eyes and leaning into her hand to hide her smile.

Molly doesn't seem to phased by Sherlock's disinterest as she smiles between the two of them. Content it was only a crush, Jim let his guilt fly out the window.

The blonde boy who was sitting with them, frowns in confusion.

It was then that Molly seems to remember she was yet to introduce him.

"Oh, right! Guys?" He smiles, attracting The Trio's attention (not many could easily do that) "This is John" She waves a hand towards him, still smiling.

"Jim Moriarty, hi!" Jim waves from his spot opposite John. John laughs at that, obviously already knowing who he is, as he waves back.

"Irene Adler" Irene purrs the word, holding a hand out for him to shake. He does so, swallowing nervously as does.

They all turn to Sherlock, expecting him to introduce himself, to find he had gone back to rolling his shiny apple around. He looks completely focused on it, his curly flopping over his forehead and he intently watches it.

It's takes a few moments of staring for him to look up and raise an eyebrow at them all.

Irene tilts her head towards John, gesturing for him to introduce himself.

"People talking, not me. Must have filtered" He mumbles, loud enough for only Jim to hear.

Jim kicks him under the table, earning a glare from Sherlock. Then suddenly Sherlock becomes a mountain of charm, charisma and, if everyone's being honest, pure sexyness as he turns on John.

The only two thirds of The Trio smirk, expecting the poor boy to look like he'd been hit by a truck as he looks back at Sherlock. He didn't. John was calm and collected as he smiles back at Sherlock, seemingly unaffected by his charm.

Not completely unusual for a guy. Also, bad news for the guy. Unaffected people only made Sherlock determined to make an impression.

"Sherlock Holmes, although we all know you knew that" The cheeky bastard even threw a wink in.

John rolls his eyes "I did"

"Right, small talk over? Good" Sherlock goes back to his apple but Irene could tell by the look on his face he'd chosen his next target.

Poor John.