Shut Up And Kiss Me

Chapter Two

The four arrived at school and immediately headed to their separate lockers. Apart from Jim, who decided to follow Sherlock. 'Hey, Sherlock, how do I find my locker?' 'Oh right.' Sherlock replied. 'They're alphabetical. You see mines number 22 on row 1b. What's your surname?' 'Moriarty.' 'Right, follow me.' Sherlock took his Biology book out of his locker then walked off down the corridor with Jim following right behind him. They reached row 6. 'This is your locker.' Sherlock said, pointing at locker 66. Jim smirked, 'Thanks. I have biology first. Do you know where the biology class is?' Sherlock sighed, his patience wearing thin but he nodded. 'I have biology as well, I guess you're in my set. Sort your books out then come with me.'

Sherlock and Jim arrived a few minutes late to their class, Sherlock walking in to the room first. 'This is very unlike you Sherlock. Pray tell why you think you can walk into my class 10 minutes late?' Sherlock rolled his eyes and replied 'Oh I don't, Miss, I thought I could walk into your class 5 minutes late. Evidently I just did.' His teacher glared at him and opened her mouth to reply but Sherlock cut her off. 'Oh also, I was showing the new boy where his locker was.' Miss Elk stopped, 'New boy?'

Jim stepped in the room, already smirking. 'That, would be me.' He drawled. 'Jim Moriarty..hi!' He held out his hand which Miss Elk shook with slight confusion. By this point Sherlock has taken a seat at the back of the room. Miss Elk then took a moment to look the boy up and down and frowned. Sherlock could see why, Jim was wearing skin tight black trousers, which were most likely jeans, a uniform shirt but with the top three buttons undone with the sleeves rolled up and no blazer. He was breaking at least 5 uniform codes in his first 5 minutes of being at the school. Miss Elk tutted 'Mr Moriarty you are going to have to fix that uniform.' Jim frowned and looked down at himself then back up at the teacher. 'I don't understand miss. The uniform code states a student must wear black trousers, a uniform shirt and have their blazer on their person at all times. Ties optional. I'm wearing black trousers a uniform shirt, my blazers in my bag and I chose not to wear a tie.' He flashed and innocent looking smile at Miss Elk then continued. 'Have I got an assigned seat or can I sit where I like?' She sighed, clearly this one was going to be hard work. 'Sit where you like Mr Moriarty. Heck you can even sit on my lap if you want!' 'Don't tempt me.' Jim winked at the bemused teacher and headed to the back of the room. At this point the rest of the class were either in shock or laughing heavily. Jim threw his bag down next to Sherlock and sat down. Sherlock couldn't help but smile.

After biology Sherlock and Jim had maths. Jim and the teacher, Mrs Jones went through a very similar introduction as Jim had had in biology. However Mrs Jones hadn't been quite so forgiving as Miss Elk. 'So can I sit where I like or..?' Jim asked her with clearly false enthusiasm. Sherlock smirked from his seat in the front row. Mrs Jones scowled. 'Sit at the back Moriarty, where I don't have to see you.' Jim grinned and began walking to the back of the room, as he walked past Sherlock he pulled an odd face causing Sherlock to snigger. 'Is something amusing, Holmes?' Mrs Jones demanded. 'Not at all Miss.' Sherlock responded in a polite tone.

The maths lesson started off pretty much as usual after that, with Mrs Jones droning on about something to do with Pythagoras or whatever. Sherlock wasn't paying attention, he didn't need to, he already knew it all anyway. Suddenly, just as Sherlock leant back in his seat, a ball of paper hit him in the back of the head. Sherlock checked to see if Mrs Jones was looking, she wasn't, before he picked up the small ball of paper and flattened it out. It read; 'You look as bored as I feel.' Sherlock rolled his eyes but couldn't help but smile. He checked Mrs Jones wasn't watching before turning around to look at Jim. Jim wiggled his fingers in a wave then winked at Sherlock. Sherlock rolled his eyes again before turning back around. Idiot. Sherlock thought to himself but he was still smiling.