Paint my world (Sherlock X OC)

Cruel Melody

On Monday I did wear one of those dresses, because I had a dinner date wih Lucas. I saw my reflection in the mirror and hoped I look appealing and flirty enough for him, he's the popular guy of the university after all. But I didn't miss my teaching lesson ofcourse, I could never, I loved the family of 221b Baker Street, they welcomed me like I am someone familiar to them, I feel so included, so I entered cheerfully and found the two men discussing something, obviously the new case.
"good evening guys" I said almost jumping into the living room. Both of them stared at me from head to toe. The girl who wears shirt and jeans almost on a daily basis is wearing a beautiful dress was something new.
"wow Ms Melody, you look different" complimented John Watson.
"is it a good difference? Dr watson?" I asked knowing it was a good one for sure.
"ofcourse" he answered smiling.
"you look cute" said the detective but that was not how I intended to look.
"cute? but I was supposed to ... to look... you know.." I couldn't bring myself to say the word I wanted to, but then I did, "sexy perhaps".
"but I'm sorry," replied the grumpy man, "you look cute, innocent, like someone who can melt a frozen heart" he said with such coldness I wondered if it was even a compliment. So shrugging my shoulders I tried to change the topic.
"well whatever it's for..."
"the date innit?" interrupted Mr great Holmes.
"yes with Lucas" I answered.
"Lucas Larson, age 24, owns family business, pretty wealthy, your university senior whom everyone wanted, slept with hundreds of girls and even asked you, you denied then, now this 'relationship' offer you couldn't turn down, has a badboy reputation and is a bad boy, isn't it?" he rambled all he knew about Lucas, and all of the facts he stated was absolutely right.
"how did you know about" I was comfused about him knowing such personal details of us.." him wanting to sleep with .... me?" I asked because only Lucas knew, I knew and my bestfriend did. Sherlock rolled his eyes to this and got up from his chair before revealing,
"get Lucas drunk and he'll blabber everything," he explained "ask him tonight if he talked to a guy with a french accent on Sunday, you'll see what he says" he said with a wink.
"you spied on him?" I was absolutely irritated with this, spying on Lucas without any reason was unacceptable "you... you got our private information from him?" I was angry obviously, he didn't have to do any of these.
"I wanted to know if he's a nice guy for you, guess what ? he isn't" he replied unamused.
"Sherlock I think you over did it," interrupted his friend "I should've stopped you".
"you knew about it then?" I enquired to him.
"yes, but stopping him is.... impossible" John answered with a pause and so true, it's definitely impossible.
"you better tell your mum about Lucas, you'll see she will forbid you too" informed Sherlock. I couldn't help but walk to him at this, "why? why are you...you have no right to do this to me".
"I'm trying to save you and your heart from being broken again" again? did he say again?
"did you say again?" I wanted to know how much exactly he knew about me already.
"yes again, don't think I don't know about Marc." he indicated knowing the disastrous end Marc and my relationship had last year and he even knew about Marc.
"and? what more do you know about me?" I asked as firmly as I can.
"more than you know about yourself, call off this date" he ordered.
"what if I don't, I have all my right to be happy after marc.." I stopped as I remembered him amd what he did... or I made him do.
"Melody" I heard Sherlock calling my name with concern, "Melody you alright?"
Nodding I said, "yes I am, and yes Marc left me, it was all my fault " I finally recalled the painful memory of losing Marc, my only true love yet, if I'm allowed to say so.
"you know your mistake is a way for you to blame yourself, you two were never meant to be" said he but this time he was less rude, he was trying to convince me, softly, I knew deep down it was not entirely my fault, some day we would've had to part ways anyway but for now, it happened after I made the huge mistake.
"Marc is gone, married, I don't wanna discuss it with you" I realised a tear or two fell on the ground.
"you still love Marc " said Sherlock in disbelief.
"yes I do, and Lucas is my way to forget him, even if it means sleeping with him." I said before turning away getting the finest idea of what they thought of me.
"that's not a way to move on Melody" he said.
"for me, yes it is" I answered then I remembered my purpose at the flat and went to find Rosie still sitting on Sherlock's bed.
"Rosie " I called her.
"you fought with Sherlock? he's the nicest man Ms Ball " I saw how much I hurt her by fighting with Sherlock but yet here I am.
"maybe I'm too cruel" I said, she didn't answer it, "yet I am your teacher, I am late, arguing with your Godfather so I give you a homework, draw a fruit bowl, I'll check next day."
She nodded and I went straight to the door, "see you Mr Holmes, sorry for the scene John Watson."
"John's fine, and be safe Ms Ball" Sherlock said.
"then I must insist you to call me Melody" I said before getting out, and like everyday I wanted to look up at their window, today I did, and Sherlock was standing there to my delight. I turned around and walked away yet there was a feeling of safety when I thought he cares, what is it, what's happening? Nothing... Lucas should be my focus now. Yes him.