CHAPTER 2
"And the professor, obviously, kicked him out. So that was interesting. How was your first day?" I had told my best friend Lila everything about the weird guy in my biochemistry class. She was sitting with her legs crossed at the foot of my bed in our tiny dorm. I told her about how he seemed to know everything with just one glimpse, how he deduced the professor's wife's infidelity and how he managed to get kicked out. Honestly, it had been the most interesting part of my first day.
Lila just stared at me, her mouth opened with astonishment as she tried to formulate a sentence. "People are so weird. Especially with those kind of names!"
I nodded. What kind of name was Sherlock Holmes anyway? How do you even come up with something like that? Still, it kind of suited him. It was odd. He was peculiar. Lila then started telling me about her day and her meeting with some kind of big guy or something. I don't know. I wasn't really paying attention. There was some loud music playing down the hall that was distracting me, but I tried to ignore it. Sounded like the Beatles. I loved the Beatles.
Maybe I started lip syncing to Hey Jude, since Lila tried to get back my attention. "Sorry," I said and tried listening.
A few hours later, the music was still playing. I was trying to read ahead for my anatomy class, but the music was so freaking distracting. Lila couldn't stand it. "That's it!" She said, slamming her own book shut. "We're going to talk to whoever is making that much noise! This is ridiculous!"
I didn't mind. It was good music. But, yeah, I could see her point. At least, lower it down so we could study a bit. I nodded, placed a bookmark where I left off and followed Lila, who was already out the door. She walked down the hall almost stomping her feet, following the sound of Yesterday. I was singing softly to my insides the lyrics.
Finally, we reached the source. It was room 205, just five rooms down the hall. We were in room 210. The music was ridiculously loud, though. Lila knocked on the door hysterically and with great force. The door opened in a swing and a tall man with dark, curly hair and piercingly blue eyes revealed himself through the doorway. Sherlock Holmes. He just stared at us.
"Could you lower the music?" Lila asked as loud as she could without yelling.
"What?" He replied, his eyebrows pushing themselves together.
"Could you lower the music?" Lila repeated, this time a little bit louder.
"No, I heard you. I just couldn't comprehend why you would want me to lower it down?"
"Uh," Lila rolled her eyes and said a little sarcastically, "respect?"
"Uh," Sherlock mimicked, "Respect my music, then." And he slammed the door closed on our face.
I gaped. How rude!
"Did you see that?" Lila asked me pointing to the closed door, astonished. She didn't need me to answer. She started knocking on the door furiously.
Sherlock opened the door again, sighing.
"Lower the music! We need to study!" She demanded.
He just looked at her as if he was bothered by the request.
I cleared my throat and in my softest voice I asked, "Could you please lower the music?"
He suddenly looked at me, as if he barely noticed I was there. He sighed and said, "Finally I hear the word please." He closed the door and suddenly the music was lower.
Lila looked at me, sudden surprise crossing her face. "He listened to you." She muttered.
"He's the biochemistry guy." I said as if that explained anything.
"He's rude."
"Yeah." I shrugged.
"But …he listens to you."
"He's a jerk."
Her surprised look did not leave. Back in the dorm, she kept saying that in case we needed anything, she could send me. "If we need him to shut up, you can shut him up. If he's being an asshole in biochemistry, you can make him stop."
I shook my head, picking up my book and opening it up where I had left off. "I'm never talking to him again. Not after the way he treated you."
"Yes, he's an asshole, and yes he is rude. But," Lila climbed to my bed and stared at me intently, "he's smart. Didn't you tell me that with just one glance he could tell a whole person's life?"
I nodded without taking my eyes off a diagram on page 15.
"Well," Lila continued, obviously excited, "he could tell you which guy is perfect for us. Like, who drinks, who smokes, who just wants sex. If he has mother issues, stuff like that, you know? You can basically discard guys without them breaking your heart!"
"And what's the fun in that?" I asked her, finally putting my book down. "If you can't find yourself getting to know a person, falling for them and then having your heart broken until you find the one that doesn't, how do you gain experience? I mean, how would you know when you've found the one? How would you know what type of guys you're attracted to if you never give anyone a chance because some random guy tells you they are probably attached to their mothers?"
Lila laughed. "You seriously rather have your heart broken multiple times than save an unbroken one to your soul mate?"
I smiled, "I would rather differentiate between being truly in love than settle for something safe."
Again, Lila laughed. "Molly, I know you. You would pick safe over adventurous."
That was probably true. I never took any risks. "I would like to pick adventurous someday."
"You won't."
I sighed. "I know. But still," I shifted my body so that I would be facing her, "I would like to live one of those awesome movie romances where everybody roots for us, you know?"
"That's every girl's dream." She agreed. "But this is real life. Those kind of romances do not exist."
I nodded and we were quiet for some time. Lila suddenly lifted her head and asked, "So, no on the whole weird guy plan?"
I giggled and threw her a pillow.
