For Only You (Teenlock!/Johnlock)

Chapter 7: The Great Game

John's P.O.V

Biology was boring. Tedious, as Sherlock would probably say. God! Was there nothing I could do without thinking about Sherlock? Probably not. At least it was almost the end of the lesson. Luckily we were only covering old ground, apparently in preparation for the next section of the course.

I sat rolling my pencil in between my fingers, staring out of the window towards the trees upon where we had our strange encounter with the boy with the Dublin accent.

I was no Sherlock Holmes, obviously, but as much as he thought I was an idiot I still observe. For example by the lake, after that bloody idiot in a suit ruined a perfect moment, I did pick up a few things. This boy was dangerous, very dangerous. His friend 'Sebby' had the ability to cause one a lot of pain, as did some of his other friends. Thefts; this Moriarty had the ways and means of committing crimes, probably ones a lot worse than thefts, but I guess in a school you can't ask a fifteen year old for much more.

"John!" Mr. Dinton shouted to gain my attention.

"Yes, Sir?"

"I've already asked you three times lad, where is the clavicle located?" I blushed, not only at the embarrassment of being humiliated in front of the entire class, but also remembering all the times Sherlock had done wonderful things with his mouth on my clavicle.

"Er.. at the root of the neck, Sir."

"Well done. So your other school did teach you something then," the professor eyed me and smirked. Dick.

"So, everyone, you are to write an essay on all of the body we have studied, plus what ever else you know to gain extra marks. I expect you to have it in by next Friday, no later. Class dismissed."

Everyone seemed extraordinarily eager to leave as papers and books were crammed into bags and people barged to leave the door as soon as possible. I packed my things away slowly, debating what to do about Sherlock. I made up my mind after a minute or so, so whilst walking down the corridor I pulled out my phone and quickly sent Sherlock a text.

I'm going to go to the library for lunch, I hope you're okay. I'll see you soon, Sher. -JW xx

I found a seat towards the back of the enormous library in between two large rows of books with a small window looking onto the football field. With nothing better to do, I took a book I was in the middle of reading out of my bag, followed by some lunch.

Time to finish this heartbreaking book of pain also known as The Fault In Our Stars.

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Jim's P.O.V

I lay on my bed deep in thought. I had told dear little Sherlock to stay away, but if I were to be honest with myself, I was having the most fun I'd had in ages!

From our little meeting at the lake I had laid witness first hand to Sherlock's pathetic feelings for John Watson. He was so humanly in love it made me want to vomit, so on the side of the angels I wanted to scream in frustration.

John Watson was a fatal mistake, a weakness. I could make Sherlock dance to whatever tune I wanted to play, one that would truly burn the heart out of him. With a sly smile on my face, a feeling of joy running through me, I sent him a little message.

You and I would benefit well on the same side you know, it's a shame you're on the side of the angels. Meet me in 346C. I expect you be here in no longer than two minutes. If you fail to do this, do not doubt me, I will make sure Johnny boy suffers for your mistake.
I guess I'm just so changeable.