The Thrill of the Chase (Johnlock/Mystrade Teen!Lock)

Chapter Fourteen

(A/N- I'm sorry.

-CH xx )

Chapter 14

John’s POV

Sherlock began to annoy me. He wouldn’t speak to me or touch me, and he wouldn’t eat either. It annoyed me because he wasn’t looking out for himself, and he wasn’t thinking about us either. I moved back to my own bed and he didn’t comment. I walked past his art class one day and saw him deep in conversation with a boy I found out to be called James Moriarty.

I had overheard Sherlock and Mycroft talking about him. He was interesting, apparently, very interesting indeed. He was like Sherlock, from what I heard. That meant he was unique.

James Moriarty was like Sherlock. He was interesting, dangerous, he had something I didn’t, and I hated it. I hated it how James got all the attention and I got none.

Things weren’t the same between Sherlock and I anymore. He was so distant… So cold, and he treated me like I was anyone else in the world, just some stupid idiot, but compared to him, I guess I was.

One day I came into the dorm room and saw the two of them sitting together on Sherlock’s bed, working on their art pieces together. I was of no use there. I couldn’t draw to save myself. Neither of them noticed me. They were caught in their own little world, sitting oh so close to each other. James reached over and placed his hand on Sherlock’s thigh and Sherlock didn’t react, he just left it there.

James looked up at me and smiled a smile that sent shivers down my spine. “Oh, hello. You must be John,” he reached his hand out to me, but I looked at it in disgust, and Sherlock looked up at me, his face expressionless. I turned on my heel and marched out of the room, heading down to the school’s gymnasium, suddenly and conveniently remembering I had rugby practise.  

I went into the locker room and saw another boy getting changed into the rugby shirt. He was tall with bleached blonde hair and piercing blue eyes. He looked at me with a rather lethal look in his eyes, before looking away.

I had just changed into my rugby shirt when Greg came in. “Hey, John,” Greg said, patting me on the shoulder. “You alright?”

“Yeah. Yeah, I’m fine,” I sniffed.

Greg obviously didn’t believe me, but he went with it anyway. “Alright. Oh yeah, this is Sebastian Moran, he’s new to the school and he’s on our team now,” in a lower voice he added “taking over for Anderson.”

I nodded at Sebastian before I followed Greg onto the field. I couldn’t focus properly though. Every time I got the ball, I got tackled over. I missed every throw sent back to me, and I wasn’t pushing forward in the scrum.

I was upset with Sherlock. I couldn’t believe he would allow James, that creep, of all people to touch him like that. Heck, I hadn’t even tried to touch Sherlock’s thighs yet. Is that what it was? I wasn’t loving him enough? Was I not good enough for him? I cried out and crumpled onto the ground, not realizing that everyone had left. Everyone had left and I was on my own.

I wasn’t going to allow this to happen. I would end it all before it got too far out of my control. I ran into the changing rooms and grabbed my clothes before I went back to my dorm room. So help me if James was still in there I would hurt him… I opened the door, and saw Sherlock sitting alone on his bed, in his thinking position, his eyes closed and his hands under his chin in the steeple position.

“Sherlock?” I said weakly. He either didn’t hear me or was ignoring me. I assumed it was the latter. “Sherlock,” I said louder, and he opened an eye. “Sherlock, I saw what happened earlier, and I can’t do this anymore. I’m sorry, but it’s over.”

Without waiting to hear a response, I raced into the bathroom and locked the door. I stripped off as the tears rushed down my face, and turned on the shower. I didn’t bother waiting for it to heat up, just jumping straight in.

I collapsed onto the floor of the bath as the water began to warm up. I heard Sherlock on the other side, banging on the door, but I drowned him out. All I could hear after that was the sound of my loud sobs.

Eventually I got out of the shower, emotionally, physically, and mentally drained. I got into my clean clothes and went back out into the other room. Sherlock wasn’t there, and honestly, I didn’t expect him to be there anyway. He was most likely with James again.

I weakly crawled into my bed, and cried myself to sleep, in my cold, lonely bed.

(A/N- Okay, I'll add to the Authors Note at the beginning. I am really sorry. I haven't been happy lately (in case you couldn't tell by that chapter) but this has happened and is now just a part of my plan ;) things will work out, so don't be 'alarmed', haha. (Andrew Scott reference there :P )

-CH xx)