Give Me A Label (I'll Make Confetti)

Chapter 32: I Know Him So Well

As usual, Greg made his way to the library as soon as the bell went for lunch. Sometimes he and Mycroft didn't bother eating, but most of the time they munched on sandwiches, crisps, and chocolate when the librarians weren't looking.

Greg hadn't seen Mycroft all day and when he entered the library he saw that their usual table was empty. Deciding to wait before texting the other teenager, Greg grabbed his bag and pulled all his stuff out, spreading paper and textbooks across his side of the desk.

Ten minutes later Mycroft still wasn't there and Greg frowned, pulling out his mobile.

Where are you?

He scratched at his notebook with his pen, eyes drifting around the room and taking in the students that usually spent their lunches doing work or goofing around. His mobile buzzed and Greg swiped his thumb over the touch screen.

I had a business meeting today at ten and decided not to come into school. Why, do you miss me? - M

Greg felt annoyed that Mycroft hadn't bothered telling him, but quickly pushed those feelings down. Mycroft didn't owe him anything- they weren't dating. So Mycroft could do what he wanted, right? He didn't have to call Greg.

Oh, right. No, I don't miss you, just wonderin', is all :)

Don't lie to me, Gregory dear - M

I ain't lying, Mycroft darling. Are you coming to the party Saturday night?

The one at Matthew Sanders' house? - M

That's the one.

Most likely, unless something comes up - M

Well, just let me know.

Aww, you DO miss me :) - M

Fuck off.

Kisses - M

Greg chuckled and put his phone away, ducking his head when one of the librarians, Miss Fiona, glared at him from where she was stacking books.

Greg sat in the library and did his Sociology and English Literature homework, finishing both before the bell rang and feeling proud. Usually he got a kiss from Mycroft when he'd completed something and felt put out that the red-head wasn't there to do just that.

He pulled out his mobile after he'd put his stuff away, bag slung over one shoulder as he texted.

I did my English Lit AND Sociology homework.

Greg got to his locker and grabbed his PE gear as well as his Science stuff and bumped into Dimmock as he walked to the science block.

'You missed the best fight,' Dimmock gushed, practically bouncing as he walked.

'Fight?' Greg asked.

Dimmock nodded and said, 'John Ralling was caught snogging Andy-'

'What?' Greg broke in, eyes widening as he stopped.

Dimmock stopped too and nodded. 'Yup. Apparently they've been shagging ever since a certain genius rode John.'

'No fucking way!'

'Lestrade!' one of the History teachers, Mr James, shouted.

'Sorry!' Greg replied.

'Honestly, there's a time and place,' James said, putting his hands on his hips.

'What, like last period history?' Greg asked. Mr James had the tendency to swear loudly when he hurt himself, and was always bumping into things. He'd been Greg's history teacher before Greg dropped the subject; at Baker Street you were expected to take between five and seven A-levels, while at less selective schools you only had to take three, sometimes four.