All My Loving (teen!lock Johnlock/Mystrade)

Chapter Eight

Chapter 8

Sherlock's POV

I sat at the table with a scowl on my face. It was breakfast time and we were in the cafeteria. John was trying to make me socialise with his friends, but I refused to. He forgot I was a sociopath who hated really everyone except for him.

John's foot rubbed against my leg seductively under the table as he spoke to his friends. I was glad my waist down was unseen under the table, because I was getting aroused by John's movements. I kept the scowl on my face though, as I thought about how John had told me it was socially unacceptable to have sex on the table where others ate, more so when others were around. If it were up to me, I would have him then and there.

That Charlie boy was sitting with us. He sat across from me, actually, and it was blatantly obvious that he felt intimidated by me. Good. Stupid little moron was always trying to get off with John and he was more moronic if he actually thought I would let him get away with it.

I caught Charlie staring at me, so I turned my attention to him. I made my face into a blank expression, though I knew my eyes would be cold. I began glaring at him. That glare alone could bring students and teachers alike to tears. He looked away and shrank in his seat as I continued to stare at him. I resisted the strong urge to smirk. My hair fell over one of my eyes but I left it there. John said it made me look sexy. I continued to glare until John's previously sensual movements became a strong kick in the shin.

"OW!" I cried, my legs lifting, banging on the table, jogging the others' plates.

"You alright mate?" One of John's friends asked me.

"What the hell, John?" I said turning to him, rubbing my shin.

"I told you to stop using your literal death glare on people." I rolled my eyes. "And don't roll your eyes at me, Sherlock."

"Sorry, Mum." I said it sarcastically, but a grin was plastered on my face.

John grinned back at me, and rubbed my shin under the table, somehow doing it without the others knowing. As he lifted his hand back onto the table he ran his hand along my thigh and erect member, and he smirked with satisfaction.

I sighed and looked away, tapping my fingers on the table as I did so, before I spotted Anderson approaching us.

"Phillip!" I said standing up as he got nearer. "How are we? Have you tried raping anyone else lately?"

"I don't know what you're talking about, Holmes," Anderson lied.

"Come now, Anderson, don't you remember John beating you to a pulp? I see there's another fracture that hasn't been taken care of."

"What? Where?"

"Right here," I punched him hard in the ribs and watched him fall to the ground, crying and coughing in pain.

Everyone had crowded around us, and John was up at my side. "Remember socially acceptable?" He murmured in my ear.

I nodded as we looked down at Anderson, who continued rolling around on the ground. Mycroft had entered the room, and girls turned their attention to him instead as he marched over to us.

"Sherlock, what have you done?" Mycroft asked as he came up to us.

"I'm offended I am the first suspect on your list."

"Are you telling me you didn't do this?"

"I'm not saying anything, brother dear."

Mycroft rolled his eyes. "In my office. Now."

I rolled my eyes and began walking to Mycroft's office, knowing John would be right beside me. In precisely five seconds, he was next to me. "What was that about?" He asked me.

"Hmm? Oh, that. Bad mood, I suppose."

"You just broke Anderson's ribs because you're in a 'bad mood'?"

"Not good?"

"A bit not good, no."

We got up into Mycroft's wing of the school and passed Anthea, the receptionist who was always texting. I looked her over for a second. Spent the night out with the PE teacher who is married, oh, and Anthea is pregnant but doesn't yet know it.

"Congratulations," I told her with a fake smile as we went into Mycroft's office.

"What?" She asked.

I just shook my head and smiled again. John shut the door behind us and looked at me. "You know what?"

"You've always wanted to make love in Mycroft's office chair," I stated.

John gawped at me. "How did you know?"

I smirked. "I didn't, but I made a deduction based on the fact that I too have that fantasy."

"Sherlock Holmes, are you blushing?"

"Nonsense, John. My porcelain features have never seen any form of pigmentation."

"Yeah, you're blushing."

At that moment, Mycroft came back into the room. "You shouldn't take your issues with Lestrade out on us, brother dear, it's really not professional," I commented, sitting on the edge of Mycroft's desk.

"We're not having issues, Sherlock. This is purely about you and your behaviour."

"What of it?"

"You're getting out of control. You need to sort yourself out before I have to expel you from Baskerville."

"You wouldn't."

"I won't have any other choice, Sherlock, and you know it."

John stayed quiet but I knew he was anxious and silently pleading me to just agree. With a sigh, I spoke again. "Okay, fine, I'll make an effort. Only for John though; no one else."

Mycroft nodded. "That's fine. Thank you. I also want you to apologise to-"

"Absolutely not," I interrupted my brother.

"Be nicer, perhaps?"

"I'm already being kind to that Charlie, I can only tolerate so much, Mycroft."

"You're not being kind, you were giving him the literal death glare earlier," John interjected.

Mycroft groaned. "Sherlock!"

"I haven't made any comments!" I protested. "At least I'm trying, alright?"

"I guess for now that's the best we can ask for," Mycroft sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose as he looked downwards.

I got up and grabbed John's hand before pulling him away to our class, after pick-pocketing Mycroft, taking his ancient pocket watch. Of course he didn't notice, which made it all the better.

"Sherlock, did you just pickpocket your brother?" John asked as we walked along the corridor.

"Yes," I replied with a smirk, looking straight ahead. "I believe I did. I'm surprised you noticed and he didn't."

"I saw you get quite close to him at one stage. I knew then that something was up."

"Wonderful deduction, Love." I kissed John on the top of his head before we went to our classes. So far my day was off to a good start.