A Mind Like Mine~Sheriarty Highschool AU

°Chapter 5°

Sherlock's POV:

I messed up, he's going to tell a teacher and my parents will send me back to... Back to that place... I can't go back there- I won't. If anything being in that camp for people with 'weight' issues was 10x worse than anything else to have ever existed. Once was enough.

Right now i'm walking home, I hate it there, the only person other than Jim that can mirror my intellectual skills is Mycroft. My older brother. He thinks he is smarter, says he is living in a world of goldfish. Psh he's stubborn too, sometimes more than me.

He's in private school. My parents don't believe i'm as smart as him so they wouldn't pay for me to enrol too. I hate them, I hate my brother and I hate everyone. A part of me inside disagrees. Why did that make me think of Jim? Am I finally finding hope in this dull and simple world? Psh, of course not. It's probably nothing. Hope. Such a stupid thing isn't it? We are all let down in life, nothing works anymore. Not the way we want it too. At least not for those who actually deserve the good things.

Ugh here I am complaining about things that don't matter and I should be complaining about the rain drops that begun to fall on my sleeves. Great. Mycroft always has his stupid umbrella on him. Even in summer. Why did I chose today of all days to not pack my dark blue trench coat?

Just as it begins to pour it down the water droplets suddenly fail to hit me and a round shadow is cast over my head as I try to figure out what it is. A laugh is heard beside me, "Instead of trying to figure out what it is why don't you just look Sherly?"

"It's Sherlock. What are you doing here?" I raise my eyebrows as I look at the boy with a coy smirk upon his lips, "I was just making sure you didn't back down on what I said earlier. I got impatient waiting for your call."

"Jim it's been like, 8 minutes since the bell went off." We both decided to skip the detention. "Do you not have anything else to do? Besides I thought I already proved it to you earlier at lunch." Oh god... Lunch. I wonder if he has- No... He's like me, he wouldn't go behind my back like that. Wow, I trust him too much already. That could be dangerous.

"Don't worry Sherlock, secrets safe with me." Jim winks at me as if he read my mind and rolls his eyes when he sees my eyebrow raise. "I sort of on purposely gave you an easy view of the contents of my bag at lunch so you didn't really prove much other than noticing what med's I take."

Hmm I thought it was too easy.. "But why are you so eager to make me deduce you?" As if it were obvious he shakes his head. "Because I could use a friend that isn't a total dumb arse and i'm sure you have the time considering your parents neglect and fail to acknowledge you, and you don't seem to be the best at making new friends."

I was shocked to say the least, my mouth hung slightly agape, he really is like me and Mycroft. Nobody knows anything about me and my family. However he frowns at my defensive retort, "But I reckon you wish your parents would neglect you rather than beat you with a cigar to the neck every time you step out of line."

Jim tenses up and adjusts the collar on his shirt obviously touchy about the subject as he glares ahead of us, still holding the umbrella above us both whilst we walk. "Rule number one of being friends. We won't bring up whatever happens at home. Got it?"

Maybe I was slightly brash about it but he wasn't exactly stepping stones about my private and personal life either was he? Once I nod in agreement the seriousness is over as if nothing happened and he smirks. "Good."

We walk in silence for a few more minutes towards my house, Jim seems to know the way more than me... Yet instead of me being uncomfortable I feel more... safe than anything. Strange. The rain had stopped and he pulled down his umbrella as another man in front of us did the same. Mycroft.

They stand in front of each other and you could feel the tension grow rapidly, each man seemingly on guard. They know each other? I ask myself as they exchange names for probably not the first time.

"Moriarty."

"Are we on a last name basis now Holmes?" Jim smirks and glances at me as My does the same.
"Sherlock what are you doing with this.. Criminal?" Criminal? The everyday criminal wouldn't bother Mycroft, so what exactly has Jim done?? I can't think as to why Mycroft would know him, he struggles remembering names unless they mean something to him or are convenient to him in some way. So why..?

"He's my new friend you see, Mycroft?" He smirks at Mycroft's irritated expression. "No James. He is not. Come now Sherlock, before he infects your brain with his viruses." James? James Moriarty? That name rings a bell but I cant quite place my finger on it... Darn I must have gotten rid of him from my mind palace at some point to make room for something else...

Mycroft ushers me next to him and practically pulls me away from the 'criminal'. "Do be gentle Mycroft you know what happens when you mishandle one of my friends." Was that..was that a threat? To Mycroft? My brother? Why? Questions roam through my brain and I hardly realise him talking, "Sherlock listen to me, you must never speak to him again do you hear me? He's very dangerous.. And very powerful." Surely not, he's only 15 or 16..

Mycroft never warns me about anything so he must be pretty bad. But then why do I feel unfazed by this news? In fact i'm feeling... Ugh what is that feeling? What is it, happiness? Joy? Excitement?? Who knows... Well normal people perhaps. Jim. Moriarty. James. Hell he wont leave my mind! Despite My's warning I need to find out more about him, he must be pretty important for me to have remembered the name... Laptop here I come!

>EDITED! Again did not change much but it IS gone midnight so I have no idea what i'm doing anymore xD Hope you all sleep well! I shant rest until all chapters are edited!<