"Sheeerlockkk!"
Sherlock rolled his eyes. He was just trying to sit quietly, eat his lunch, and discern if Mrs. Maybell was having an affair with Mr. Morston. But Moriarty always seemed to ruin his plans. He slowly turned around to face the wide eyed boy, who was practically skipping toward his lonely bench in the corner of the schoolyard.
"What do you want, Jim?"
"I know something you don't know." Moriarty's eyes laughed at him as he sang these words. He played this game every day.
"That is highly unlikely, as I am surpassing you in every facet of schoolwork." Sherlock gave Moriarty a superior glance and returned to his sandwich. His mother had packed him turkey and cheese, and the way she spread the mustard on the potato bread -urgh- clearly indicated that she would leave her current job within the week. Bother. A job hunt would mean more hours at home, looking up listings on the computer, his computer. Moriarty ran around the bench so he could look Sherlock in the eye, clearly disappointed that Sherlock hadn't taken more interest in his game.
"I bet you don't know this though." Sherlock sighed.
"I know more than you, and have more insight into the things you do know." So ha, he thought.
"But I bet you don't know this." Sherlock was starting to get frustrated. He just wanted to eat his lunch!
"Well, obviously, if you don't tell me what you think I don't know, I won't be able to tell you if I know it." If. What could he possibly say that Sherlock didn't already know?
Moriarty leaned in so his face was close to Sherlock's. "I bet you don't know how babies are made."
Well. This was a problem. In fact, he didn't know how babies were made. But Moriarty didn't have to know that.
"I do so." So there.
"If you know, why don't you tell me?" Moriarty smirked at Sherlock.
"Why would I tell you something you already know?"
"Ha! So you don't know!" Moriarty was gleeful.
"But I… that's ridiculous! Of course…" Sherlock sputtered. How could he let this boy make him so flustered?
"Then tell me."
"No."
"I guess you don't know then." Moriarty then spun around and skipped back to his group of friends, laughing at Sherlock all the way.
"But, but, humph." Sherlock turned back to his sandwich, annoyed that this boy could catch him, Sherlock Holmes, off guard. He would show him. Someday.