Consequences of Flirting (Teacher x Student)

Chapter 5 - I Can Tell By Your Eyes

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Trigger Warning // Sexual assault (no consent) for the third part of this chapter (it's not between Sherlock and Jim)

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"I know I shouldn't say this but I really believe,
I can tell by your eyes that you're in love with me."

- Terrible Things
Mayday Parade

The holidays, as predicted, were painfully dull. My mum spent her time at work as she didn't get a break, apparently. Honestly, I didn't know she had a job. I kind of assumed she stayed at home all day. I suppose I never really asked. Thinking about it, the sheer lack of things I knew about my own mother was alarming.

Without any friends or Sherlock to keep my company, I had no plans whatsoever - hence it being painfully dull. I spent the majority of my time rather pathetically thinking about my science teacher. I must point out that this was definitely not my intention. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't stop his face from constantly popping into my mind at the worst times.

Whenever I thought about Sherlock, my mind wandered. One day I wondered whether or not he had any pets whilst the next, I questioned whether he really was single. This obviously led to me convincing myself that he didn't actually care about me. He just seemed too good to be true. Perhaps he'd find someone else during the holidays - someone better than me. We'll everyone was better than me so that wouldn't be a hard task. Maybe he'd found someone his age who he could quite happily hang around with without the fear of getting caught. Let's be honest, he probably replaced me the first chance he got.

I really hate my mind sometimes.

In other news, the house next to mine sold. Much to my disappointment, it wasn't Sherlock who bought it. It was an elderly couple who I'd immediately decided I didn't like. They looked like stereotypically nice neighbours who'd bake you cakes out of the blue. Sure, this didn't sound too bad, but no matter how nice they appeared, they weren't Sherlock Holmes.

I'd already ignored my own advise; don't get your hopes up to avoid disappointment. Good job Jim.

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I made sure to get to school early on the first day back, silently hoping to bump into Mr Holmes. I hope that man realised what a mess he's turned me into. I was waking up early on a Monday for him. I must like him.

During the holidays, I'd finally come to terms with my feelings for Sherlock. I refused to call it love but there was definitely something there. It was more than a crush, more than me simply liking him. I was certainly fascinated by him. He was the only person who actually seemed to enjoy spending time with me and vice versa. The only person who I felt I could really trust. It was terrifying to me as I found it hard to open up to anyone, yet found talking to Sherlock ridiculously easy.

He had my heart in his hands and he could quite easily smash it before my very eyes. He was aiming his gun directly at me but I trusted him not to pull the trigger. Letting Sherlock in made me completely vulnerable. He could easily break me.

Perhaps I was infatuated.

Due to how early I was, not many people were at school. As I didn't particularly know what to do - having no friends to hang out with was a real disadvantage in this scenario - I chose to wander around the school aimlessly. Luckily, my early morning ambling paid off.

I had just turned down yet another seemingly abandoned corridor when I spotted a familiar figure walking towards me. The figure was, of course, Sherlock. I'm not going to lie, I genuinely felt a flutter in my chest when I saw him. Considering it was the first day back and the rest of the school looked like a mess, he looked exceptionally good.