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

Chapter 12 - Cat and Mouse

I'm so sorry that this update is late, I did say within a week but then I got hit in the face with maths revision, drama coursework and other little bits of work here and there.
I hope you guys like this one.

For the next few days he felt physically sick. He'd gone and kissed a boy who he knew was in a relationship with one of the students in his form. Even though Sherlock never usually cared about anything like his, he felt a horrible twist in the pit of his stomach every time he passed one of the boys, or worse, both of them.

He hated Jim for this, he really did. The fact that he found the whole situation hilarious, and then managed to not appear in any way bothered about it afterwards made Sherlock despise the clever Irish boy. After the kiss, literally a few hours later, he saw Jim and Sebastian together, as per usual. Smiling at each other, holding hands, cuddling in the middle of a fucking english lesson. Kissing occasionally, making Sherlock feel disgusting. It wasn't that he was jealous, no. It was the fact that only a few hours previous, it had been his lips that Jim's were touching, and now that had all been forgotten and Sebastian didn't know a thing.

The work that Jim had given him was extremely interesting, and challenged his brain in every way possible. He sat on his bedroom floor, after a tedious day at school, scribbling notes down (in code) in the back of a discarded maths book. A whole array of thoughts just bursting on top of the page. Sherlock then wrote a detailed plan, describing everything that needed to be explained, and folded it neatly so it was ready to be given to Jim on Thursday.

Jim...

The curly haired teen froze as he thought about who exactly he had to give it to. He hadn't even spoken to the boy since... then. He had been avoiding him since the kiss, and Jim knew it. Up until he had kissed Jim he had actually started to really like him. As an intellectual equal, and maybe a little more too. Now, he hated him, just as he did when he had first met him. It was how he had just walked off laughing like it was something funny, like leaving Sherlock dazed was hilarious.

In the end, after a while of thinking, he decided to give the finished work to Sebastian, hoping that he'd still get his earned payment. Yes, he did dislike Sebastian too, but it was better to hand it to him, than come face to face with a grinning Jim Moriarty.

After asking various people of Sebastian's whereabouts, he was told that he had just had a rugby match and thus, was in the school changing rooms. Sherlock headed there at a quick pace, pushing younger students out of the way before seeing Seb walk into the changing rooms on his own. He must've been late, as his rugby mates had already walked off to lunch or wherever else they were going.

"Sebastian." Sherlock called curtly, causing the blonde to turn around, hand still on the handle of the changing room door.

"What do you want Sherlock?" He snapped.

"I've got something for you. Well, for you to pass onto Jim."

Seb entered the empty changing room, Sherlock following him and started rummaging around in his gym bag.

"Well can't you just give whatever you have to give him to himself? You seem to be around him a lot, recently. You know, I'm starting to get suspicious."

Sherlock swallowed at that, but blinked his unease away. "I haven't actually seen him today so I thought I'd just give it to you."

"Bullshit!" He scoffed, turning back round to face Sherlock. "Just give it here."

The dark haired boy pulled out the sheets of paper that were covered in coded ideas, and handed it to the blonde. "Oh and tell him I need this payment."

Sebastian raised his eyebrows amusedly, and took the file with a bitter smirk. "Oh shall I?" He turned around again, shoving the file into his bag, and then reaching up to the nape of his neck to pull the muddy sports polo shirt off of him. "Because don't you have maths with him next? And he's told me about how you sit next to him and have such /brilliant/ intellectual debates." He mocked, a hint of jealousy in his voice.

Sherlock swallowed again as he saw the purple marks on Sebastian's neck but looked away to stop the unease.

"Oh... No. I sit by Molly Hooper now."

"Oh yeah, of course." He laughed disbelievingly. "You're supposed to be clever Sherlock. Be better at lying next time. Please." He commented, pulling his school shirt and tie back on, and walking out of the changing rooms with his gym bag slung over his shoulder.

.oOo.

Sherlock sat awkwardly at his desk in his maths class, tapping the floor with his foot in no particular rhythm glancing at the door every so often. He hoped that Molly would sit next to him, so he could avoid Jim again. Especially now he had spoken to Sebastian.

However, before Molly even had a chance to sit down, Jim strolled in flopping down next to Sherlock again with that stupid fucking grin.

"I've been looking for you all day... You've been avoiding me. How rude!" Jim teased, pouting mockingly.

Sherlock turned away, opening his maths book with fumbling hands. "Oh shut up."

"And Sebby said that you were acting all weird too.... What has gotten into you. Hm?"

"You know, Jim.... Everything is so hilarious to you..." He muttered.

"Isn't it just? Don't you find this funny?"

"No, Jim. I don't. Don't mess with people like that."

"Oh what? With their feelings??? Aww... Don't you just love the sentiment? So touching!"

Sherlock gritted his teeth. "We've all got our weaknesses. Including you."

"Me? Weakness? No, darling."

Sherlock turned to face him and grinned challengingly. "Oh yes. You, a weakness, believe it or not."

Jim furrowed his eyebrows disapprovingly. "No darling. You've got this all wrong."

Sherlock paused for a moment, writing the date down in his maths book, before looking back at Jim. "What if I were to say... home?"

The blue eyed boy watched intently, observing Jim's reactions. The shorter boy stopped, and froze for a moment before swallowing. He turned back to scribble down the date in his maths book, and doodled something abstract on the side of his page.

"Ahh, I see." He grinned. "And there we have it."

"Have what?" Jim snapped back, his mood changing quickly. The coin had flipped.

"Weakness~" he chimed back.

"What about my weakness?"

"Your home is your weakness, I've noticed. You never mention it, not even to your trustful boyfriend... Terrible. I bet he's dying to go there too. To see what it's like. But no, you won't let him. What is it about it Jim that hits you so hard? So don't talk to me about weaknesses when you've got them too." He stated smugly cataloging Jim's face.

Jim just watched his pen as he clicked it, not looking up at Sherlock. "Fine." He mumbled.

"Sorry?"

"I said fine. I'll show you my house, if you're that desperate to see my weakness. I guess it won't be one once I've shown it to you..."

"Really?" Sherlock replied astonished. "When?"

Jim shrugged, still not looking at him, examining his nails instead. "I dunno, tomorrow if you want." His voice was no more than a mumble.

"Fine. After school tomorrow!" He said in mock excited innocence. "Oh and about this payment." He thought it would be funny to push Jim's buttons more now he'd kicked him down.

"After school tomorrow." He repeated with a small nod. "Ive sorted that one. Don't worry, you did well." He said, a shadow of his own smirk back.