I Know Your Face

Oh Sherlock, If Only You Knew

He stood on the sidewalk for a moment and stared at the pavement, wondering what he should do next. If Mary said everything was going to go down, then what did that mean for Sherlock, for John? How much longer did John have with that boy until everything crumbled at his feet? What would he do without Sherlock's love, what would Sherlock do when he found out? Would he even come near John again or would he avoid him at all costs? This was bad, of course it was bad, but what else could he do? There was only one thing he could do, of course. Walk home and write a letter.
My love,
I need to see you. I know it hasn't been long, I know I only just went over to your house a couple of days ago, but I long for your presence in a way I could never express through words. I wanted to thank you once again for inviting me over, the food was wonderful and the time we spent together was simply invaluable, I wouldn't trade it for the world. So how about we meet up tomorrow, in the park again, five o'clock.For old times' sake? I really do miss you Sherlock, I feel lost without your beautiful presence in my life.
With love,
Victor.

Mary slipped the note into his locker that morning, leaving John to linger by his own locker while she did all the dirty work. He had to admit, it was a much better plan than simply claiming to have found it in the hallway, but nevertheless the act felt rather hallow. He had no idea how Mary intended to make this thing public, he didn't know her intentions and he didn't want to. He only knew what today could very much be the last happy day in either of their lives, John and Sherlock, for completely different reasons. Sherlock's heart would be broken and John's only love would be lost, both casualties of this seemingly innocent prank he had pulled so long before. Oh look how it had grown, how it had escalated. Like a wildfire it had consumed two hearts, countless ears, and soon hundreds of judgmental eyes. Somehow the whole school would know that Sherlock Holmes was gay, that he had a boyfriend, and John knew that he was half the reason Sherlock's life was going to be shattered. All because of a simple stupid math test.
"Got it?" John asked as soon as Mary materialized out of the masses, an accomplished little smile on her face.
"Of course I got it John, I'm a professional." She insisted, taking his hand and leading him off towards English class. There was a bit of a silence, and John noticed that her hand was clasped rather tightly around his own.
"You went to his house?" Mary wondered, looking over at John with an innocent enough look. John just cleared his throat, but he nodded.
"Ya, um, just for dinner." He muttered, trying his best to make it sound as innocent as possible, unworthy of her attention.
"Dinner, yes. Met his parents?" Mary wondered. John could hear her tone, it was aggressive, accusing. She knew exactly what had happened before he could even tell her.
"Ya, I did, they're nice. His siblings are kind of weird, but then again, so is he." John admitted. Mary nodded, swinging their hands to match their stride.
"Why didn't you tell me?" she wondered. John groaned internally, he knew this was coming.
"I don't know, honestly, I don't know. I'm sorry, alright?" John insisted.
"How many other times have you seen him without telling me?" Mary wondered. There was no sugar coating anymore, now this was purely interrogation. Mary wanted to know everything, and she wanted to know it now.
"Only twice, I went to his house, and we met up last Tuesday for lunch in the auditorium." John admitted.
"So that's where you where? Greg said something about tutoring, or a club, or something. I knew it was all just cover up." Mary muttered. John sighed heavily, he knew that she wanted an apology, but he didn't really want to give her one. He felt as if she didn't deserve it.
"And you kissed him when?" she wondered, looking over at John like it was a very normal hallway conversation topic. John noticed her grip got even tighter on his hand, dispute her pleasant enough expression.
"For the first time in the auditorium." He muttered, looking at the ground in shame.
"Did you like it?" she wondered casually. John felt his face heat up immensely, which of course was an answer itself.
"What do you mean by that?" John wondered, wanting to stall her enough to think of a suitable answer. Of course he had liked it, he'd be crazy not to, but what was she looking for? She would never take no as a reasonable answer because they both knew he was lying.
"You know, when you kissed him. Was it, pleasurable?" she wondered. John cleared his throat, looking at the ground and blushing even harder.
"You know, it wasn't bad. It wasn't like, exciting, or anything. But it wasn't bad." John muttered. That was a suitable answer, didn't go into much detail. That would probably get through.
"And the second kiss?" she wondered.
"How do even know there was a second kiss?" John wondered defensively. Mary just glared at him, shaking her head as if wondering if he thought she was stupid.
"John, you went to his house, you met the parents, and obviously you didn't go without at least a little peck on the lips. That one was good as well I assume? Not as good as me though?" she wondered.
"Nowhere close." John lied.
"Is it different?" Mary wondered. John sighed heavily; he knew what she was doing. He was only interrogating him to make sure he knew what he had done was wrong. She wanted him to know that she wasn't happy with him, and therefore she was going to keep him in this zone of uncomfortableness for as long as possible. This was quickly becoming the longest walk to English class the world has ever known.
"Different how?" John wondered.
"Different from kissing a girl. Are there any distinct differences?" Mary wondered.
"Well, I wouldn't really count him as anywhere close to masculine, but physically speaking, no, not really." John admitted. "It's just kissing, lips don't change between genders."
"But attraction does, obviously." She insisted.
"Obviously." John agreed meekly. Well, she was right of course, but not in the way she expected. His attraction most certainly changed when kissing Sherlock over her. But finally Mary seemed satisfied with her work, and John could breathe again. Maybe she thought she had found the truth.
"Well, Sherlock better prepare himself. That little gay nerd has no idea what's coming." She insisted, and with that Mary finally led him through the doors of the English class, setting a very ominous mood to the day. John wondered if Sherlock knew this was going to be his last day with his self-esteem intact. He wondered if this was the last day his heart was intact. It was funny how easily Mary could break two people without even knowing she was doing it. It was funny how John had managed to get the devil as his girlfriend, all while longing to be with an angel. To be with his angel. To be with Victor's angel.