Professor Posh ➳ Teacher x Student/Sherlock x Reader

Mystery Man

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The movie starts with a pop up scene of a bloody face, which makes me jump a little.

I feel Sherlock behind me, stroke my hair, making me smile to myself. He continues these small, yet impacting actions throughout the entire movie.

But I didn't have any problem with it.

His touch was always comforting.

When the movie is finished, Jim and I exchange numbers as we walk to his car from the parking lot.

"Had fun?" Jim asks me, slipping the slip of paper with my number on it in his pocket, as we get into his car.

"Yea!" I beam, and he chuckles lightly.

He drives as the sky darkens with each passing minute, and I admire the outside once again in our silence, trying to shake off the fact that he's been convicted quite a bit according to Sherlock.

When we get back, he takes the chivalrous courtesy to walk me to my dormitory.

"So, do you go to the theaters often?" He attempts small talk as we walk up some steps.

"Well, tonight was the first time in quite a while actually." I tell him, getting out my keycard as we make our way into the dimmed corridor.

"I see. W-Well...I'll see you, then!" He nods in confirmation, quite flustered as we reach my door.

I'm about to slide my key card into the slot that opens my door, but...

I feel like I have to do something else first:

"Jim, wait!" I call him over quietly.

He walks back over, brows arched to his inquiry.

"So, um...I feel like I didn't properly say thank you...for tonight." I smile, as he beams an innocent blush.

"Oh, right...no problem at all, doll. If you ever wanna go some place again, I'll happily be your chauffer!" He says, as I giggle.

I quickly glance for my professor, before placing my lips onto Jim's cheek for a kiss of gratitude.

"Thank you." I whisper and I pull away.

I'm not that into him, but he deserved a little kiss on the cheek, for all his troubles, I'm sure Mr. Holmes wouldn't mind.

I watch him leave before I attempt to slide my key card in the slot, but someone grasps my wrists, and the card falls onto the floor.

I become very confused as I fix a stare on the mystery guy's face, and he squeezes my wrists tighter.

"Who are you...what are you doing? That hurts..." I tell him, as I struggle in his grip.

"I love you, Y/N." He leans his face close to my own, as my back presses against my door.

I can't see his face, it's masked, but his voice is a British accent. Not Sherlock's.

However, his eyes are a brown, almost red color.

My heart pumps hard in my chest to my worry, as I try not to let it show on my face.

"Oh, Y/N...you silly girl...you think no one knows." He chuckles, as I yank myself away from him with all the strength I can manage.

"Know what?" I put my fists in front of me in a fighting stance I see in a lot of movies.

"Don't pretend you don't know what I'm talking about..." He slips his hands in his pockets as he watches me figure it out.

Wait a second...could this mystery person have known about...

No...

There's no way.

"I-I don't know what you're talking about..." I reply, tightening my fists, about ready to punch his face.

"I know about you and you're professor...you two love birds. I saw it happen." He says, and I keep my posture, shaking my head.

"You're an idiot..." I lie, chuckling.

"Oh, really? Am I, or is the fact that you, kissing your professor, appeared on the corner of a photo I was taking for my photography class?" He shows me the photo that was in his pocket.

He was right.

It was a photo of the front of the school and very visible, from the window of his classroom, was us kissing.

Shit.

I try to yank the photo but fail:

"Please don't show this to anyone." I beg with a huge lump in my throat.

"I'm showing this to everyone." He says excitedly.

"No! P-Please..." I bite my bottom lip.

"Unless...you do anything I ask you to." He tells me, and I shut my eyes to my irritation.

"Fine." I spit.

"Good choice..." He slips the photo into his pocket, and takes my hand.

I cringe, getting uncomfortable shivers up my spine.

His mask is a black one, like the ones robbers wear. A ski mask.

Who is he?!

"From now on, Y/N L/N...you are my girlfriend." He demands, as I roll my eyes.

"Can I go in my room now?" I ask, irritated.

"Oh, no honey...you're going to be in my room tonight." He says in a sinister tone as he strokes my cheek.

"What are you g-gonna do to me?" I stutter, my eyes widened.

He pauses, as we walk down the corridor to his room before answering:

"Everything."

A/N: Sorry for lack of updates, the device that I usually create my stories on has not been working, so I'm writing on my phone now, meaning that my autocorrect may get in the way, which you'll have to excuse, for now.

Also, there will be no chapter pictures until I get my device fixed, because it's difficult to make chapter photos on my phone. VERY difficult.