Consequences of Flirting (Teacher x Student)

Chapter 1 - Content with Loneliness

a/n

Hey guys.

I've been reading a lot of teacher x student fanfictions recently (mainly Frerard because, fun fact, I'm mcr af). Anyway, I was inspired to write one myself. If you don't like things like this, I recommend you don't read it.

Just fyi, there won't be any smut but it might be implied.

Also, if you want to read a good Sheriarty teacher x student fanfic, I recommend "Hon Hon Hon" by weirdpurplepanda . That was actually one of the main fanfictions that inspired me to write this.

So without further ado, I present to you:

Consequences of Flirting

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"And up until now I have sworn to myself
That I'm content with loneliness,
Because none of it was ever worth the risk."

- The Only Exception
Paramore

Jim

The house next to mine is up for sale.

I notice this and many other unimportant things as I make my way to school. It was the first day of my last year which meant I'd soon be out of that hell hole. I couldn't wait. It wasn't that I hated school, it was that it was incredibly boring. I already knew half the things they taught us so, in theory, there was really no point in me attending. But no, my mother insists I go. I seriously question that woman sometimes.

This is usually the part in which I'd inform you on my horrible backstory. Like my brother dying due to a terrible toaster related incident or that I get beaten within an inch of my life at school for being gay. Unfortunately, I have nothing to say on that front. I say unfortunately because, if my life was to be made into a film, it would be incredibly boring. I am one of the single most uninteresting, unremarkable people currently alive on the planet. I mean, my father died before I was born but that didn't really have any effect on me considering I never met him. From what I've gathered, I don't feel emotions like everyone else. Whilst others cry, I laugh it off. That's just the way I've always been.

Unlike most openly gay pupils, I get left alone by bullies. Most people just kind of ignore my existence. This means that I don't have many, if any, friends. Contrary to popular belief, I'm actually alright with this. Friends are over rated anyway. Too much hassle. Too much drama. Besides, I could quite easily get some if I wanted them. In fact, a lot of the girls want me to be their best friend. They were practically throwing themselves at me when I came out. I don't understand people's obsession with wanting a gay best friend. Just because we like the same gender doesn't automatically entitle you to make me your friend. I didn't suddenly have the urge to go dress shopping or to have a girls night in. I am still Jim Moriarty. My sexuality doesn't change the fact that I'm a self-centred prick.

Silently putting on my headphones, I blasted out "Teenagers" by My Chemical Romance. I like the idea of scaring the shit out of someone, maybe even everyone. How great would it be to know that your name sends shivers down a grown man's spine? To have people fear you and see you as a threat? The song made me feel powerful as if I could bring the world to their knees if I tried.

Obviously, my confidence was shattered as soon as I walked through the school gates.

I trudged into school and into my usual room for registration. I took my usual seat in the back right corner and reluctantly pulled out my headphones. The room still looked the same - dull, white walls covered in, what the teachers like to call, "inspiring" posters. The one next to me literally says, "You can either have results or banter. Not both.". I don't entirely know what its purpose is.

The bell rang and the rest of my class filed in. After the obligatory speech - "This year will be the most important year for you. No pressure" - the actual lessons began. Unsurprisingly, they were uneventful. Well, that was up until my last lesson - science. Not to sound cocky or anything, but I'm good at science. When I say good, I mean that I'm better than everyone else in my class. Not that that's exactly a hard accomplishment.

As I walked in the classroom, I overheard a few girls discussing the new teacher that, if I'm honest, I didn't previously know we were getting. Apparently he was, and these were their exact words, "well fit". When did "fit" become an adjective to describe someone attractive? Was it just a British thing?

Soon after I'd sat down, our teacher waltzed into the room. Everyone fell silent as all eyes fixed on him. I had to admit, he was attractive. Who am I kidding? He was extremely attractive. In fact, he was so attractive that he could hit me with a truck and, honestly, I would thank him for the privilege.

After he'd introduced himself as "Mr Holmes", all the girls began flirting. None of them seemed to be successful in getting his attention which amused me greatly. It was then that I decided to have a little fun of my own. If he wasn't interested in the girls flirting, maybe he preferred men. I wanted to know how he would react to me flirting with him. It might help to make the lessons more interesting and besides, what was the worst thing that could happen?

I could fall in love with him and realise that he could never love me back.

Pfft, like that was going to happen. I didn't fall in love easily and, if I did, it wouldn't be with my science teacher.

He explained the, relatively easy, task to us and took a seat at his desk which just so happened to be a meter or so away from mine. That's when I chose to strike.

"Sir?" I asked just loud enough for him to hear. He turned to face me and I was momentarily caught off guard by his beauty. To mask this, I placed my elbow on the table and ran my hand through my perfectly gelled hair. I kept my hand on the side of my head and used my elbow to prop myself up.

"Yes..." He asked as if he was searching for my name.

I decided to help him along, "Jim."

"Jim." He repeated.

I licked my lips as he bit his.

"I don't understand the work. Can you help me?"

He agreed and walked over to my desk. I smirked to myself as I watched the girls fill with jealousy. Jim: 1 Girls: 0.

Holmes placed his hands on either side of my desk and hovered over me. Without letting my brave facade falter for a second, I pointed out the parts I "didn't get" (although I understood them perfectly well). He explained with ease, his smile never leaving his face. He knelt down so he was now at my level and I couldn't help but notice how much more beautiful his features were up close. Neither of us said anything for a while making the moment feel a lot more intimate. I knew it wasn't or, at least, wasn't supposed to be. He was just explaining the work. Nothing more. I immediately told myself not to get my hopes up to avoid disappointment. Keep your distance. Don't fall in love. Don't make friends.

Avoid getting hurt.

At some point, Mr Holmes returned to his desk. The lesson passed slowly after that. I still stole some occasional glances and, in return, gave him a few winks. I noticed that each time he caught me looking at him, he looked down almost nervously. I loved the colour his cheeks turned as he purposefully tried to avoid eye contact with me.

The bell rang for the last time that day and we all left the classroom. Of course, I made sure I was the last one to leave, sending a final wink to my new teacher as I left the room. I was right.

This was going to be fun.