"Well, not like, the topmost layer of stuff just like, minor stuff. Stuff that lasted a good five minutes or so." Sherlock admitted with a shrug, and the girls looked a little bit less excited to hear that.
"Well anyway, that's good for you Sherlock." Molly assured with a smile, patting him confidently on the shoulder before swinging her locker shut with a snap.
"Can you fill us in on just what happened over lunch?" Sarah wondered.
"I ought to know, just in case someone asks me how it went." Molly agreed with a sharp nod.
"What's going on?" wondered another girl, looking back and forth between Molly and Sherlock with a very vacant expression in her heavily lined eyes.
"Oh what does it matter? Just go eat lunch, we'll be with Sherlock." Molly insisted, waving her friends away with a friendly enough smile. They dispersed nervously, clumping up as if they were magnetically attracted, whispering in tight groups and every once in a while stealing glances back at Sherlock and Molly, as if wondering what kind of relationship was going on here.
"Great, so now my friends think that we're dating." Molly said with a bit of a sigh, looking back at her friends, smiling and waving minutely, before turning back to Sherlock with a frown.
"Well the more people that think it the better I guess." Sherlock muttered, trying to keep things on the bright side.
"No but they already know about Greg. So now they're thinking I'm not only dating two boys, but also dating a homosexual." Molly muttered, as if trying the words out to see just how they flowed off of her tongue. Sherlock didn't care all that much, this way if his mother stopped more kids on the side of the street they'll be educated with the drama and could pass on a story that was certainly worth her time.
"Oh even they're not that stupid. Obviously we were just using your name for a cover." Sherlock insisted doubtfully, but the looks on the two girl's faces made him doubt his accusations at once.
"I don't know Sherlock...they're pretty stupid." Sarah muttered nervously.
"Alright, give me an example." Sherlock decided, putting this alleged stupidity to the test. If they matched up anywhere with Anderson, the dumbest kid he had ever known at Wisteria, then he would be rather impressed.
"Just the other day Sally listed Albert Einstein as one of the founding fathers of America." Molly pointed out, sounding thoroughly embarrassed for her poor friend and her pea sized brain. Sherlock winced; properly astounded with the level of stupidity these girls had managed to reach.
"Point taken. Lunch?" he wondered hopefully, holding up his brown paper back and looking between the two girls for clarification.
"Lunch." Molly agreed, turning and heading off for the cafeteria with her noble posy on her heals. They all arranged around Sherlock's secluded table, unpacking their lunches while Sherlock gave the complete overview of what had happened the night previous. He described in great detail how John had called, demanded his presence, and met him at the corner. He talked about the way John's hair sparkled and his eyes glistened and how soft his hands were and how gentle his kisses were, he talked about how John had pulled him into the water and nearly froze him to death, and went on and on about the new stars he had learned. Overall he wasn't too convinced that Molly or Sarah really cared enough to listen about how John's heartbeat sounded while they were lying in the grass; however they busied themselves with their lunches while Sherlock rambled so all in all it wasn't completely useless.
"I think John's been talking to Victor, or at least Victor's been talking at John." Sherlock admitted finally, poking unhappily at his sandwich as if it had done something to offend him. That was enough to get the girls' attention, drama and a nice plot twist was enough to whip their heads around so violently he thought their spines might snap.
"What do you mean by that? Surely Victor's not behind this whole thing?" Molly wondered nervously.
"What if it's a trap, some sort of revenge, and John's just the bait?" Sarah suggested at once, to which Molly nodded enthusiastically. Sherlock just groaned, rolling his eyes doubtfully although, of course, he knew he had to keep reasonable suspicion in play here.
"No idiot would use love as a revenge weapon." He pointed out, and the girls just frowned, as if they either knew someone who had done that or were guilty of it themselves.
"It's illegal to break a man's body but his heart is fair game." Molly pointed out with a shrug.
"And sometimes breaking the heart hurts more." Sarah pointed out rather morbidly.
"Guys I really don't think Victor's behind all this, what I was trying to say was that we were um, you know, doing stuff..." Sherlock muttered.
"Kissing, making out, or more?" Molly wondered curiously, sounding so calm with this topic of conversation that it was kind of unnerving. Sherlock blinked for a moment, trying to think of which category his riverbank experience would fall into.
"I'd say kissing, just because we were in a stream, and yet wait, there's more. I was, well, I was going a bit further you know? Testing my boundaries a bit?" Sherlock muttered rather guiltily. The girls smiled in excitement, sharing a glance that certainly meant something that Sherlock didn't understand.
"You rascal you." Sarah insisted with a little laugh.
"No but he stopped, he pulled away all together, almost as if he was...scared." Sherlock admitted heavily, pushing his lunch away finally and staring rather doubtfully at the table below.
"Don't doubt him just because he's modest." Sarah assured in a soft voice.
"It's not that, no it definitely wasn't...He said that Victor had told him to stay away from me, almost like a warning. And John, well, he asked me to promise him that I didn't...do what everyone says I did." Sherlock muttered, dropping his voice lower as if any of the eavesdroppers would need clarification.
"Oh my God! Is Victor trying to convince John that you're going to rape him?" Molly whispered in a hush voice, making Sherlock rigid in disgust.
"Please try to keep that horrible word as a last resort." Sherlock begged, and Molly simply covered her mouth sharply, nodding and looking extremely apologetic.
"So sorry." She whispered timidly.
"It's fine, it's fine, but I share your concerns. I'm not all together convinced that John still thinks I'm innocent." Sherlock admitted gravely.
"Surely he wouldn't believe such idiotic tales?" Sarah insisted doubtfully, looking over at Sherlock as if wondering why he didn't share her optimism. Instead he was getting more worried than ever, knowing that John was trapped in those walls with Victor, all of his manipulative words and his powerful gaze, he was the definition of an idiotic tale but he convinced everyone so thoroughly he was able to send Sherlock to therapy for the rest of his life.
"Victor's not a force to be reckoned with." Sherlock warned quietly.
"I've never even seen this kid. What does he look like?" Sarah wondered, still sounding doubtful, as if Sherlock had been making all this up as he went along. Sherlock winced as the image of that hateful boy reappeared in his mind once more.
"He's um, he's tall." Sherlock started obviously, not knowing where to go from there. Of course the memory of Victor had been etched into his very consciousness ages ago and he remembered him so vividly he could describe every inch of his face, and yet he simply didn't want to think about it. He didn't want to remember. "And he's got brown hair, parted off to the side and he gels it back, and he's very tall and thin but powerful. And he always wears a look of contradiction, even if you're saying nothing or doing nothing he'll look like he disagrees."
"Sounds like a real heck of a guy." Molly muttered doubtfully.
"He's everything hateful in this world personified into a living breathing person." Sherlock agreed determinedly, his hands quivering as they lay flat on the table. "And to think, there was a time when I loved him." There was a silence of course, the exact sort of dead silence you expect when a sentence such as that was dropped in the middle of a semiserious conversation. Sherlock sat forward in his chair with his hands shaking more violently than ever while the two girls sat awkwardly straight, looking at one another a couple of times as if to try to see who would be the one to say the first word. In the end it appeared that they thought it better to stay quiet altogether, and so they said nothing, and Sherlock certainly appreciated the gesture. He wasn't in the mood for talking, especially not about Victor Trevor.

John POV: John knew that he had just barely survived the moonlight adventure with Sherlock unscathed. He also knew that he could probably never get away with something as extensive and close cutting as that, and yet he was already starting to plan his next big adventure in his head. Where could they go next? The stream again, or somewhere different? It wasn't like this town offered all that many romantic destinations for secretive couples and yet John was already asking around, consulting Greg and Mike on the matter and even asking Sherlock to look some places up in his most recent letter. Greg was starting to become worried about him, that was obvious, because every time John would go on about Sherlock Greg's eyes would fog up in boredom, and then as the one sided conversation went on and on he would start to look worried. It wasn't like John was trying to get on his nerves; he just legitimately thought that Greg should know just how beautiful Sherlock was when his curls were dropping down over his forehead with water weight. School dragged on quite as it usually did, although it seemed as though the teachers had suddenly decided that tests were all better scheduled on the same day, so whatever free time John had was wholly dedicated to cramming information into his brain and trying to make it stay. Of course his study time often ended up with him just blankly staring at his textbook and seeing Sherlock's face start to materialize through the words. Sure that was kind of creepy, but then again, it wasn't the worst sight in the world. Greg didn't seem to study, certainly he knew that he didn't have to, and so while John was highlighting away he was swinging his head back and forth and singing some very weird sounding song. Now maybe it was supposed to sound weird or maybe he just couldn't annunciate the words properly when all the blood was rushing to his head. Well, weird or not it was getting annoying, and certainly between John's daydreaming and Greg's yodeling they were never going to get anything done.
"Want me to quiz you or something?" John asked carelessly, slamming his book shut and letting his legs dangle off the edge of the bed.
"Nah, we need to get to dinner soon anyway." Greg pointed out, checking his watch all while nearly falling off one side of the bed. John nodded, tapping his highlighter against his pant leg as he tried to remember which African states had been British territories and which had been the Dutch. Maybe he ought to study a bit more, however he was in no mood to pick that book back up and clarify. So instead he tried to balance on his head as well, at least until dinnertime rolled around. Greg looked very happy of his little protégé as they walked down to dinner, dizzy, lightheaded, and occasionally running into walls as their bodies got used to being upright once again.
"Hey guys, you look...drunk." Mike declared, appearing seemingly out of nowhere at Greg's side.
"Not drunk, just dizzy." Greg admitted with a smile. "But we're becoming more tolerant, aren't we John?"
"You're an idiot for making me do this." John declared, rubbing his warm cheeks as if that would help get the blood moving down his veins faster.
"I didn't make you do anything." Greg insisted flatly.
"I'm not even going to ask." Mike decided nervously, looking between the two as if worried that they would pass their idiocy on to him like some sort of contagious disease.
"Have you been studying much for the geography test?" John wondered, peering over Greg's shoulder so that he could see Mike as they walked down towards the staircase, moving with the flow of students with rumbling stomachs, all motivated by the distant smell of cooking food wafting in from somewhere below.
"Well of course I have, my grades determine my future!" Mike exclaimed, looking downright offended that John would dare to ask such a thing.
"You haven't started yet, have you?" Greg asked with a laugh.
"No of course not. I've been writing to Sarah all afternoon." Mike admitted with a shrug.
"What are you writing her, a book?" John wondered as they started down the stairs, making sure that no teachers were lingering about and listening to their conversation. Of course it was perfectly normal for them to hear about letters and girls, but if the boys started up about their dates that the school never knew they had, well, then that was trouble.
"No I'm just choosing my words carefully. I'm a Wisteria boy, I should at least try to sound educated." Mike insisted proudly, and the other just laughed at the very thought of Mike being educated.
"She's going to think she's going out with Einstein, when are you going to tell her you're actually an idiot?" Greg asked playfully.
"Whenever you tell Molly that you spend your time standing on your head." Mike assured with a snap.
"Oh don't worry; she expects nothing more from me." Greg assured determinedly. John didn't think that was supposed to defend his honor or damage it even more, but thankfully before Mike could respond with some sort of comeback they arrived at the dining hall and all conversation was stifled by the sweet aroma of food. John was famished, with the stress of his calculous test today and the extensive rugby practice his poor stomach was growling in anticipation and all of this food still didn't look like enough to satisfy him. Mike sat with them tonight, which was rather uncommon since he had another group of friends that he usually spent his dinners with. Greg and John were kind of loners; they didn't have much of a friend pack as much as they simply had each other. Of course the school joke was that they were lovers, if only they knew, right?
"So anything from Molly or Sherlock lately?" Mike wondered, grabbing at the large platters of food that was scattered in front of them. John and Greg mimicked him, loading their plates with whatever yummy food that was in their range of minimal arm movement.
"No, not really." Greg admitted with a shrug.
"Did you know I snuck out the other night?" John whispered excitedly, looking around to make sure no one was eavesdropping before he let his face break into a smile. Mike's jaw dropped, and his newly buttered roll almost fell from his now clammy hands.
"No you didn't? Where, when, with who?" Mike asked in astonishment.
"How did you not know about this? I thought we told you?" Greg wondered curiously, but obviously from Mike's reaction there was no denying that he was clueless.
"Last, Wednesday was it? I snuck out of the window after bed check and went down to the stream with Sherlock." John admitted with a smug little smile. Obviously Mike was jealous; he would probably kill to sneak around with Sarah however he evidently wasn't courageous enough. That or he just wasn't stupid enough to brave a Wednesday night excursion.
"That's crazy John, you could've gotten caught!" Mike exclaimed.
"What's the difference between Wednesday night and Friday night? It's not like they have extra security on the weeknights or anything." John insisted with a careless shrug. Mike still didn't look convinced; in fact he looked more nervous than impressed. Maybe he shared Greg's mindset, that John's daring was borderline obsession and that it was 'unhealthy'. But oh, who cared about healthy, John got to spend a beautiful night talking with Sherlock about the stars and dragging him into cold water, it was a night that he could always remember and no one could take away from him, no matter how much they disapproved on his poor decision making.
"Oh he almost did get caught though, or at least he would've if he had woken up any later." Greg pointed out in a motherly disapproving voice with a sort of tut-tut tone. John smiled proudly, as if his loyal internal alarm clock was something to be proud of, and yet Mike was beginning to wear a look very similar to Greg's. Did everyone think this little adventure would've been better if it had never happened at all?
"Wait, you mean you fell asleep down there? My God John, it was only the third date!" Mike exclaimed, looking at John as if he suddenly didn't recognize him.
"No, oh come on we didn't...no that's stupid. We were stargazing you know, just lying down and I was telling him all about the constellations and he was just falling asleep on my shoulder." John admitted, however suddenly his audience went stony faced, their attention drawn not to John, but to the person right behind him. John's heart dropped, and suddenly he suspected that he had actually said too much while a teacher was coming to check on their meals or something. However when he turned around he wasn't faced with a professor but a student, the only particular student that could cause any damage should he have overheard the entirety of their conversation.
"Hello Victor." John muttered nervously, craning his neck so that he could focus on the snakelike complexion of that horrible boy. Victor stood tall and proud, as he usually did, looking down on John with a disapproving look.
"Stargazing, then? So your relationship is getting serious." he observed with a disapproving sort of laugh.
"Go away Victor." Greg snapped, and yet Victor just laughed once more, sitting down in the empty space next to John so that he could lean his back against the table with his feet hanging out in the aisle. Maybe he did this simply to be rude to any passerby or maybe he wanted Greg and Mike to know that they were certainly forgotten. He was only talking to John now.
"I want to talk to you John, about our um...mutual friend." Victor admitted with a small smile. John clenched his jaw as a shiver ran down his spine; he certainly didn't like the idea of being in a room alone with Victor, especially now that he was officially dating his ex.
"I don't need to talk to you." John snapped back, turning to face his dinner once more. Victor growled in annoyance, grabbing John by the shoulder and turning him manually with force that John certainly wouldn't have expected in such a dormant conversation. John's eyes met Victor's once more, and for a moment they just glared at each other hatefully. They were competitors at the moment, fighting over the romantic rights to Sherlock Holmes and trying to prove their superiority to the other. A fight between the two of them certainly would be interesting, John had the training and yet Victor had the natural brawn, and neither of them would go down without a fight. However no fists went flying tonight, just glares that had only the psychological trauma inflicted.
"I thought it would be best if we were on the same page here, remember that everything you've been doing, I did before. I cradled his heart long before he let it fall into your hands." Victor reminded John in a sort of mocking tone, as though he were trying to teach John how to play with one of his old toys.
"Ya and that worked out so well for you, didn't it?" John snapped hatefully.
"No it didn't, of course it didn't. And of course I'm rather worried it will happen to you." Victor admitted with a sort of smile.
"Victor just get out of here, no one's scared of you." Mike insisted from across the table. And while a smile flickered onto Victor's lips he showed no other signs of noticing, as if Mike's comment did nothing but amuse him.
"Just a conversation Mr. Watson, nothing more." Victor pleaded in a rather soft voice, as though he thought his powers of charm might just get John to follow him down the road less travelled to his dorm. John sighed heavily, looking down at his plate suddenly without much of an appetite. Maybe it was Victor, maybe his very presence was making him rather nauseous. But then again, what else could he do? John had to admit, he had questions, he knew that there was more to the story of Sherlock and Victor's past that he didn't know about and that neither of the boys would admit to him without some sort of polite interrogation. So why not take the risk, why not take the plunge? What's the worst that could happen? Then again, John was sure that was the same mind set Sherlock had when he approached Victor's dorm for the last time. What's the worst that could happen? Sherlock, however, was unfortunate enough to find out just what the worst consequence could be.

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