Chapter One
Sebastian could feel the boy staring at him even without looking around. He tried not to notice it, but it practically burned into his skull, boring a hole in and looking around to find something, anything…
It was only until there was a louder clatter of someone falling off their chair behind him that Seb turned around. It was a mistake. He made eye contact with the boy, who leaned forward and smiled unnervingly at him.
"James Moriarty!" The teacher shrieked "Why did you just push your classmate off the chair this time?!" He asked, exasperated
"Why did you cheat on your wife with the teaching assistant for the second time last night- why does anyone do anything?" He smiled coolly, leaning back, the comment making the old man at the front of the class nearly burst with anger.
"Get. Out" James sighed and stood up and grabbed his bag, Sebastian still watching him, unable to look away. He half walked half skipped out of the classroom, stopping for a moment before pushing a piece of paper towards Sebastian and winking "OUT" James rolled his eyes and left.
Sebastian swallowed and felt everyone look at him. Flirting. That's what that just was. And he and everyone else knew it. This was only confirmed by the fact there was a phone number on the piece of perfectly folded paper James had handed him, which he stuffed in his pocket and tried to get on with his work. It didn't work.
Sebastian Moran was new, and he hated it. They were always moving. Not that his dad actually stayed at the house. He was always at the pub, drinking, until he came home to his fucking kids, whom he would hit if they did anything wrong. Like not have the ability to teleport when he called them. It's probably Seb was so angry all the time. He learnt from the only person he could. And that person just so happened to be the person with no temper, a powerful punch and an intimidating presence.
People quickly learnt not to mess around with Sebastian. After the first few punches Sebastian landed on anyone who crossed him, people understood. It was why he had no friends. Only sheep that followed him everywhere. He always had sheep. In every school he'd ever been to… he always accumulated sheep quickly.
This school was no different. By the third day, he had a little following of people, each the same as the last deep down, all looking for approval, that Sebastian would not give. He would never show any interest in them. He never showed any interest in anything. Except…
[James Moriarty] Sebastian typed the contact name as he smoked in a forgotten corner of the school grounds, his little posse talking about how they would fuck curtain female celebrities until their faces fell off; a convocation Sebastian would never take part of. He typed in the number on the piece of paper and sent the first text
[Why did you give me your number – SM] He put the phone away and looked around, spotted a group of slutty looking girls walking towards them and groaned audibly. There were sheep… then with the sheep came the wool… these girls were the wool, hanging off him and the rest of the group from the moment they arrived. It was okay though… James replied.
[The bike sheds. Now. Hurry dear Tiger – JM xx] He picked up his bag and left quickly without thinking. The fuck was with the guy?