I sat in the back of the class, brows together as I worked on a piece of paper. The teacher, Mr. Kart, was lecturing about some war. Not that I cared. Hell, not that I even paid attention! 'Course, because I never pay attention, I missed the door opening, reveling two figures. As I began to roll up another piece of paper, my name was called.
"Jinx!" I hit my head on the top of my lifted desk, making me hiss in pain as I set the thing down, kids laughing at me.
"Yeah boss?" I muttered, rubbing my head as Mr. Kart sighed.
"Sit on the available desks boys." I blinked, looking to see desk open on both sides of me. As I looked up, I saw two boys walking down the different aisles, one sitting in the desk left to me whilst the other sitting to the one to my right. I raised an eyebrow, looking to the one at the left of me. He had crisp brown hair, combed in the dorkiest way possible with a smug smile on his face. He wore the normal uniform, sitting up straight as the teacher continued his lecture. I looked to the one that was to my right, raising an eyebrow. He had messy black hair, pale skin and icy blue eyes. His jacket was open, showing the normal light blue dress shirt all guys had to wear, the top button un-buttoned. Instead of kaki pants all boys had to wear, he wore black ones. He had his head in his hand as he looked bored out of his mind.
"Keep staring. I might do a trick." He muttered, not even looking at me.
"Sherlock, be nice." The boy on the other side of me said. The one named Sherlock only glared at the boy, then back to the teacher.
"Fine. Keep staring if you like. I might do a trick if you want me to." The one named Sherlock muttered darkly. The boy next to me only sighed, and I looked to him.
"Don't mind him. He has no sense of people skills." The boy named Sherlock scuffed at the boys comment. "My name is Mycroft." I brows came together as I held back a laugh. The English have wicked funny names.
"What were you doing?" Sherlock asked, making me look to him. He was in the same position, only this time he was looking at me.
"What?""When we came in, you were working on something. Judging by your hands, it is obvious it has something to do with paper modeling." I looked at my hands, brows together, then back to him, only to see a small smirk on his face. I opened my desk and pulled out what I had been working on. Mycroft looked at it, smiling.
"Brilliant work! You did that all with paper?" I shrugged as I looked at the Eiffel tower made out of paper.
"Naw. Also used paper clips."
"Rudimentary at best." Sherlock muttered, looking back to the blackboard.
"So's your face." I was rewarded with a look of confusion from him, me only smiling as I put my desk down, looking at the bored.
I sighed as I sat in the hallway, my back against my locker.
"Have you seen that new kid?"
"OMG! Yes!" I rolled my eyes as the group of girls walked by, giggling. These English women are as easily wooed as the American ones.
"Sherlock was it?"
"Yeah."
"Odd name."
"But at least he's cute!" Another group said walking by. I sighed once more, sometimes hating being in a school where I was bored at. My classes were done for the day, and my roommate locked me out… Again. So, whenever she did that, I sat in the halls and watched people. Today all the girls were talking about, guess who? The boy named Sherlock.
"Jinx?" I looked up to see Mycroft, smiling.
"Yo?" I asked, looking forward once more.
"You haven't seen Sherlock, have you?" He asked, and I shook my head. "Drat that boy… Well, if you would be so kind and tell him I am looking for him if you do see him." I nodded absently, and he left. I sniffed some, wondering why he cared. They seemed to be a little close for friends… Heh. All the girls are fancying a gay guy. Once the bell rang saying classes were done, I stood, walking around the massive three building school. Once I reached the science building, I saw a door open. My brows came together as I walked in, only to find a window open, and Sherlock working on something.
"Mycroft is looking for you." I said, him not even looking up at me.
"Obviously." He muttered, making my brows come together.
"How so?" I asked, walking in.
"There is a reason why I am here." He said, holding up a paper wasp. "Perfect." He said, smiling as he went to the window and holding a rubber band.
"What are you doing?" I asked, walking next to him and he pulled the wasp back on the rubber band.
"Experimenting." He muttered, letting it go. We watched as it hit the star quarter back's head. My eyes went wide as he turned around, looking. Once his eyes traveled up and spotted me at the window, I looked over to Sherlock. I slouched my shoulders, seeing he had disappeared, then looked back to the large man, who seemed to be yelling at me. I looked down, only to see Sherlock exiting the building, hands in his pockets as he walked with ease. He only glanced up once at me with a smirk as he passed the fuming football player, and I scowled at him.
"I'm going to kill that boy."