A Study in the Past

Chapter 4

Sherlock couldn't quite deduce it but Sebastian and his buddies had resorted to only pushing Sherlock into lockers instead of beating him up. He found it strange, but he wasn't complaining. Sherlock enjoyed not waking up with a black eye or a cut cheek. This period of (it wasn't really peace) peace ended a bit too quickly for Sherlock's taste.

Sherlock had managed to drag John to the lake, since the latter didn't even know there was a lake by the fortress of Newscastle. Sherlock was sitting against a tree, his black peacoat heavily wrapped around him, the collar turned up against the wind and giving him a gaunt look with his long, dark curls flying about in the wind. John, on the other hand, was sitting on the damp grass with his blue jumper, brow furrowed and staring into his chemistry book. After a few moments of watching John suffer, Sherlock sighed and decided to help.

"PGPR" Sherlock stated lamely, breaking the silence that the cold, autumn wind had set.

"What?" John asked.

"The ingredient your looking for. It's used in making chocolate" Sherlock explained.

"You read upside down now?" John asked sarcastically. Sherlock managed a chuckle before turning back to his notebook. He'd been to the village's police station, persisting the officers that he could help. They laughed in his face so Sherlock managed to pick pocket the chief and get the notebook containing the quickly scrawled information.

"Stop staring at me, John" Sherlock said without looking up from his notebook.

"It's just the girls keep looking at you-"

"What?"

John smirked and gestured to the girls on the other side of the lake, who were currently whispering among themselves and watching Sherlock.

"They're mocking me, most likely" Sherlock admitted. John scoffed.

"What now?" Sherlock asked.

"Listen mate, the boys may think of you as an annoying little prick but from what I heard, every girl in the school fancies you. Don't you hear them whispering and giggling whenever you look at them? And when you talked to Molly from history yesterday, she was blushing like mad-" John began but Sherlock cut him off, his cheeks turning a rosy pink instead of translucent white.

"What's your point?" Sherlock asked.

"My point is, your a good looking bloke. Too good looking in my opinion. I see no reason why you should think the girls are mocking you. They're probably planning some flirty plan to take you on a date" John explained.

"John, your compliments about my rugged good looks warm my cold heart, but dating isn't really my area" Sherlock admitted.

"So you've never had a girlfriend?" John asked.

"No" Sherlock replied.

"What about a boyfriend? Which is fine by the way..." John asked.

"I know it's fine" Sherlock stated nonchalantly.

"No boyfriend then?" John asked.

"No" Sherlock stated. He knew he wasn't gay. That was proven towards his attraction towards some of the girls on campus.

"I think Jane fancies you" John said, turning around and looking at the girls.

"Jane?" Sherlock asked.

"The ginger girl" John stated. Sherlock narrowed his eyes and his gazed locked with piercing green orbs. The ginger girl, fair skinned girl blushed as soon as he looked at her. Sherlock had to admit she was quite beautiful. She wasn't wearing as much makeup as the other girls. Her navy blue skirt was rolled up a bit, just like all the girls, and her scarlet jumper was a bit big on her. Sherlock deduced her. She's rich so why was her jumper big?