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Chapter 3

John’s POV

Sherlock and I were sitting on my bed, doing our homework. Well, I was, he had finished and was in his mind palace. I snuck a look at my roommate and best friend, and found I was still in awe of his looks. His curly raven hair fell over his face, and his eyes were closed, hiding his intoxicating eyes, which were a mixture of green and blue, which when were in view, could penetrate through anything. His cheekbones were high and looked as sharp as ever, and his cupid bow lips were pursed as he thought. His long slender fingers rested under his chin in their usual temple position, and his long legs dangled over the edge of my bed.

I forced myself to look away; it wasn’t healthy to stare at someone for so long like that. Yet, I found myself doing it more and more. I tried to go back to my mathematics homework, but all the numbers muddled up before my eyes, and I couldn’t concentrate.

Suddenly, Sherlock came back to life, bolting upright. I couldn’t help but jump in fright, and Sherlock chuckled as he saw that. “I’m going to the science labs. I’ll be back later,” he looked at my sheet. “By the way, its x= 75+4. Childs play, John.” With that, he walked away, leaving me in the room alone, but I could sense his smirk as he left.

I wrote down the equation, before slumping back on my bed, letting out a groan as I did so. I felt empty since Sherlock had gone, which had only been two minutes beforehand. I had only known him for about a month, but he was already a big part of my life. He was like a drug to me, one that I was quickly addicted to.

At some stage, I must’ve fallen asleep, because when I woke up, I had a blanket over me, and it was pitch black outside, the only light in the room coming from the moonlight streaming through the window. I looked over towards Sherlock's bed, and saw he was sitting upright on it, the moonlight hitting his face, leaving half his face in the shadow. He looked eerily beautiful.

“Hey,” I said quietly, sitting up. “What are you doing up?”

“Can’t sleep,” he told me, jumping up and going over to his violin. He picked it up and began to play as he looked out the window into the deserted school area. It was a soft, relaxing tune, which was nice to listen to. Sherlock was perfect. Everything he did was perfect. I was lucky to have him as a best friend. It was just too bad I wanted more than that.

Sherlock didn’t see people in that way. He never became attracted to people. He was married to his work, whatever his ‘work’ actually was. A guy could dream though, right?

I snuggled back down into my bed, and slowly fell back asleep.

In the morning I was awoken by the shrill sound of Sherlock’s alarm clock. We groaned at the same time, and I opened my eyes to see Sherlock slam his hand down on the ‘stop’ button. Slowly, we got out of our beds and began getting dressed.

I looked at Sherlock, and couldn’t help but notice the way his school shirt clung to his torso a bit, and I once again scolded myself for staring. I quickly looked away, and began fiddling with my tie. I felt Sherlock watching me, and my fingers began shaking uncontrollably.

Sherlock sighed. “Come here.”

I walked over to him, with a blush on my face, and he began to do up my tie, without even removing it from around my neck. I noticed the close proximity, and felt my blush grow darker. I could smell Sherlock’s scent: cologne mingling with smell of chemicals.

Sherlock looked up at me once he had finished, and our faces were barely inches apart. We looked into each other’s eyes. “Done,” he whispered, moving away.

I turned away, and began packing my books into my satchel, as Sherlock did the same. When we were both finished, we locked our door, slung our satchels over our shoulders, and went down into the cafeteria.

Sherlock’s POV

We saw Lestrade sitting at a table with his friends, and he called us over. “Graham,” I said, in acknowledgment as John and I sat down with the group of older students.

“It’s Greg…” Lestrade replied. Whoops.

“Right,” I smiled before turning away to deduce Greg’s friends as John got into a conversation with the lot of them.

Mike Stamford. Second to last year at the school, also on the rugby team, plays halfback. Wants to be a doctor when he leaves school, clearly spends most of his time studying. Eats well, and is short sighted, hence the glasses.

Jenny Smith, Lestrade’s ex-girlfriend. Is only hanging out with this group because her last group of friends ditched her after finding out she was sleeping with her best friend’s boyfriend. So she’s over here. That’s stupid, isn’t it? Two months pregnant, plans to adopt child out when it’s born.

Anderson. No one knows his first name, because no one is that interested in finding it out. In a long term relationship, but is cheating on his girlfriend with Sally Donovan, the girl beside him.

Sally Donovan. Low self-esteem and likes to try hurt me by picking on me. She has black teeth because she smokes, and is unable to tame her curly afro.

I turned my attention back to John, who was talking to Lestrade and Mike about rugby. How dull. All they do is run around with an oval ball, tackling each other and slapping each other’s arses.

I noticed Lestrade look at me, and I raised my eyebrows at him with a smirk. He knew I knew about him and my dearest brother. Perhaps I should pay my big brother a visit sometime and discuss it with him.

The bell rang, and we all said our goodbyes. John and I began walking to our classes; we both had mathematics, in different levels, but right next door to each other.

“Erm, I was wondering…” John started.

I looked at him suspiciously.       

“Well, I have rugby training after school, and I was wondering if you would like to come and watch? I mean, it’s cool if you don’t want to I just-“

I cut John off from his embarrassed rambling. “I’d love to.”

He smiled as we got to our classes. “Great! I’ll see you at lunch!”

“See you then.”

I smiled and went into my class, going right to the back. I sat down at my usual seat, and saw Lestrade come in. Oh yes, perhaps I should mention that I am in year 12 top band maths class, while I am a year 11 student. Greg grinned at me, and sat beside me.

“Did you forget I was in your class?” He asked me.

I shrugged. “I don’t acknowledge you at the best of times,” I told him truthfully.

He looked stung by that, but didn’t comment. “How’s it going with you and John, then?”

I gave Lestrade a sharp look. “Oh, no, don’t think for one second that I don’t know what you and Mycroft are up to. I know you’re spying on us, seeing if any new developments have occurred. I can tell you now that John is straight, and there is nothing of interest for Mycroft here.  You can go back to your usual seat now.”

“Oh, so you have acknowledged my presence in this class,” Greg laughed. “And My is worried about you.”

I dry wretched. “My? Is that what you call my brother now? That makes me physically sick, Lestrade.”

“And you know what? He’s Myne.”

I faked a laugh at that. “Oh ha ha, I see what you did there. That was great,” I said sarcastically, as Lestrade continued to laugh away at his own joke. I rolled my eyes. “And why is Lestrade worried about me?”

“You know why, Sherlock!”

“Oh go on. Enlighten me. Why do you think he is worried?”

Our teacher still wasn’t in the room, and everyone else was talking anyway, so no one overheard our conversation. “Because he is concerned that you’re going to become too attached to John and are going to end up heartbroken and back on the-“ he cut himself off before he could say anymore. He knew I had caught him and my brother out.

“And just how much has that Pratt told you about me?!” I hissed angrily.

“Don’t call him that!” Lestrade replied, just as angrily. “And he’s told me enough to know his reasons are justified.”

I huffed and turned away from the older boy, crossing my arms over my chest. The teacher had just entered the room, so everyone quietened down at once. With John came a lot of feelings. When I met him, those feelings seeped back through. Currently, I was feeling angry because Lestrade and Mycroft were right. I was already becoming attached to John, and from what I could deduce from him, which was a little amount, he wasn’t gay, or even bisexual. In fact,  I heard that he was dating a blonde girl called Mary Morstan. I won’t deny it, I was jealous. I was jealous because some stupid girl would get all of his attention, and not me. I would have to find out more about her.