Mycroft was lying on his bed. He felt empty. A bit dizzy too. Mila had said there wasn't anything in the coke. But of course there had been. Mycroft could not remember why he had trusted Mila. Believed every single word she had said.
Looking back he scolded himself for ignoring the signs. It seemed so obvious now. Of course Mila hadn't been interested in Mycroft. She had been interested in his money, or more correctly, his parents' money.
Mycroft had been willing to give in to the illusion that Mila cared for him. Loved him. Love. Mila had used that word a lot. Too much. I love you, she would say. That's lovely. Do you love me? Even when she had mentioned gloves or pullovers she had been talking about love.
In frustration, Mycroft clenched his hands to fists. One of the downsides of being a genius was his extraordinary memory. He was currently reliving the events of the past night over and over and over again.
"Where's Mycroft?" It was Louise, one of Mila's closest friends. At the mention of his name, Mycroft immediately went closer. The two girls were standing in a corner but he couldn't see them.
"Dunno. Probably sitting around somewhere, looking like an idiot." Unmistakeably Mila's voice. The two girls giggled. Mycroft wasn't sure what to think of that. Surely they weren't talking about him? Then again, how many boys were dursed with the name Mycroft?
"How long are you going to continue playing with him like that?" Louise asked.
"No much longer. I am planning a big coup next tomorrow. His parents will be away on some sort of business trip and he'll give a speech on something "important". You know how he says it? Impourtaant." More giggling.
The speech on renal, endocrine, and hemodynamic effects of human brain natriuretic peptide in normal man. Yes, that was indeed important.
"Okay, Loo, I better get back to my fattie." Mile grinned walked away, in Mycrofts direction.
Mycroft quickly hid behind one of the pillars. He had heard enough.
After overhearing that conversation, Mycroft had gone straight home. And here he was, with a head that was buzzing like it was filled with bees. He groaned at the thought of having to hold his speech on the renal, endocrine, and hemodynamic effects of human brain natriuretic peptide in normal man in – he checked his watch- 8 hourse.
Should he confront Mila? No, Mycroft quickly decided against that idea. He wasn't the kind of person that liked to shout at others. But he would make her life a living hell, that was certain. Why, he did have connections to one of the meanest bullies at school...
Although he might not have realised it, Mycroft learned an important lesson that night. Caring is not an advantage.
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