We're Just Alike You and I (Sheriarty BBC Sherlock)

Chapter 3- Sentiment

There is MorMor in this chapter, no Sheriarty yet but there will be soon. This chapter is quite long too. :)

It had been a month now since Sherlock's first day of school. Only one month and he had deduced several pieces of information about the students at the school. He had noticed that Molly Hooper was disliked by all of the girls in their form because of her constant need to do work and revision. She wasn't interested in good looking boys, make up and back combed hair. She usually just scraped her hair back in a careless ponytail.

He noticed that Irene Adler excelled in her English exam, more so than the other students and so he deduced that she had cheated. Especially after he saw her stepping outside of the storeroom a few weeks before, pulling down her skirt quickly, her face flustered, hair dishevelled and hanging in her face. Her English teacher following behind a few minutes later straightening his tie, his shirt hanging out the sides of his trousers.
Yeah, she'd fucked the teacher for answers.

The most interesting thing he had noticed, was that Jim Moriarty suffered with mental health issues, and that Sebastian was the only person that could calm him down as much as it was possible to.

Sherlock had observed this from when he watched the pair walk into form everyday. Usually they would enter side by side, Jim looking triumphant, content and completely at peace. Sebastian wearing a relieved smile, looking down at Jim protectively, who beamed back up at him. Other times, they would appear, Jim leaning heavily against Sebastian, looking ill and drained. Seb would look worried and become over protective, yelling at students who stared uneasily and snapped at the teachers who wanted to help, telling them to fuck off which led to a detention.
On those days Sherlock knew that it wasn't because Jim had had a night out. He knew the effects of a hangover and this was considerably different. Throughout those days Jim would hardly speak and sometimes fall asleep in class, resting his head on Sebastian's shoulder if he was in the lesson with him. The Irish boy would isolate himself from everyone but Seb. That good looking, charming, cocky little bastard turning into almost a child in the matter of a day, and then turn back again.

There had been one time where Jim had stormed into the classroom, leading the charge, muttering something under his breath and throwing himself on the seat at his desk, Sebastian following behind silently, pinching the bridge of his nose exasperatedly once he had sat down. Sherlock witnessed this silent outburst on the second Monday that he had been at the school and had found it rather interesting. On the other hand, the other students were half asleep from the weekend previous and had hardly realised.

However today wasn't one of these bad days for Jim, it was the complete opposite. He had strutted into form with a huge Cheshire Cat-like grin on his face, Sebastian in toe as usual, ruffling his dirty blonde hair earning a few looks and giggles from the girls that were completely ignored. They both took their usual places at the back of the class room, although Jim was perched on the edge of the desk instead of sitting down on the chair. Probably done to piss the teacher off.

The teacher arrived on time today which was a first, not dropping a heap of text books for once. However she was fiddling with her bun as she made it through the door.

"Jim get off the table you're not three" she said impatiently as she sat to take the register.

Jim gave a mock salute and hopped off the desk plonking himself down dramatically onto the seat next to Seb.

"Oh and by the way Jim" she added glancing over at the smirking boys from the computer that she had started typing on, "I have been informed that you were extremely rude to Mr Whitehouse in history on Friday morning. I don't think this is acceptable do you?"

Jim just shrugged his shoulders smirking, acting as the ever-so-smug sixteen year old.

"Yeah" Seb added with a crooked smile "he said that if Anne Boleyn's neck was as thick as him, she'd still be alive now"
The whole class burst into fits of laughter, and even Sherlock cracked a smile, as much as he was a cocky little shit he could tell who was a complete utter idiot.