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

Chapter Fifteen

Chapter 15

John’s POV

I woke up the next morning feeling alright, that was, until, a tidal wave of yesterdays memories and feelings hit me like a tidal wave. I felt the tears welling up in my eyes, and I turned to see if Sherlock was in his bed, but he wasn’t. His bed was ready made and hadn’t been slept in. I let out a loud sob as I remembered what I had done. Sherlock was no longer mine. Soon enough I would probably be hearing about Sherlock and James in a relationship together. They’d make a nice couple. They would. I knew myself that I was lying.

I realized Sherlock’s alarm clock was going off, so I crawled out of my bed and switched it off. As soon as my hand hit that button, I immediately thought back to the time when we were half an hour late to class.

Sherlock’s alarm rang loudly throughout the otherwise silent room. Sherlock groaned as he reached over me to turn it off. We had been sleeping in his bed, our limbs in a tangle until his stupid alarm had gone off.

I began to get up, but Sherlock’s arm grabbed my wrist and pulled me back down. “Five more minutes,” he muttered into my ear.

I sighed. “Alright. Only five minutes, though.” I snuggled back down into Sherlock, and felt myself drift off to sleep.

I had woken up and saw we were half an hour late to class, and Sherlock had just sat there, watching me sleep.

I got changed into my school uniform, and set about my day rather like a zombie. I had English first, and I wondered if Sherlock was going to be there. I didn’t bother with breakfast; I had no appetite anyway after the previous day’s events. I skipped dinner the night before too, and I didn’t care at all. I was kicking myself for breaking up with Sherlock. Things hadn’t been working out, but at least I could still call him mine. We had been going out for months! And I just tossed it aside like that! It was all that stupid James Moriarty’s fault. He is the reason why I was no longer with my boyfriend, the love of my life.

I was very early to class, so I just sat there, trying to read our assigned book. However, the words kept jumbling about on the page, and I couldn’t process what was happening, so I just stared out the window, registering nothing.

I knew I looked a sight, I had caught a glimpse of myself in the reflection of a window. My hair stuck up at all angles, my eyes puffy and red from crying, and my usual straight posture bent so I had a slouch. I didn’t care. I didn’t care about anything, except for Sherlock, and for trying to get rid of that pain in my chest and my stomach as I thought of Sherlock. I thought it could last forever, but obviously I was wrong.

The bell rang, and I looked up, and saw students piling out of the classroom. I looked at the teacher in confusion, and she gave me a sympathetic look but called me up to the front.

“John, are you okay?”

I nodded, “yeah, I’m fine.”

“Class is over now, and you mentally weren’t there for any of it. Has something happened?”

“Was Sherlock here?”

“No, he didn’t show up. Have you two had an argument?”

I nodded weakly, that summed it up alright.

“Go see Mrs. Hudson, the school nurse please; I’d like you to have a chat with her.” My teacher looked genuinely concerned for a change, and I nodded again before walking out the door.

I went to Mrs. Hudson as my English teacher had suggested, and Mrs. Hudson saw me immediately.

After taking one look at me, Mrs. Hudson wrapped her arms around me and closed the door behind us, allowing me to cry on her shoulder, leaving her top completely saturated with tears. She held me while I tried and failed to tell her my problems.

“I’m guessing you and dear Sherlock had a domestic again, then?”

I nodded into her chest, continuing to cry.

I stayed there all day with Mrs. Hudson, who really was one of the greatest women I had ever met, and she took care of me. Whenever another student came in, I would go into her private office, and lie on her sofa while she took care of someone else, though none of them got as much attention as I did.

I told myself to man up, but it wasn’t happening. I was ruined, ruined by a silly mistake. I was devastated and I knew I probably over reacted.