A/N: Hey sorry for the late short update. Wifi has been acting up where i am. Sorry!
Warning: mild smoking.
After the incident at the car park, Greg went off to his first class, Physics. The teacher, Mr. Weatherly, was cool, but Greg's mind was... otherwise occupied...
He couldn't get that boy out of his head. He was quite literally, tall, dark and handsome. He didn't know who the boy was, but Oh, he wanted to. Greg couldn't help but grin wolfishly because he was staring at his arse as Greg had walked away. Not to mention the longing in his eyes when they looked at each other. Greg got butterflies when he thought of it-
Hold up, what?! Did he seriously just think butterflies?! He sighed and swipes a hand over his face, I really am gay, aren't I? He thinks. And I just met him- not even, more like saw from afar. I probably won't see him, besides... who would want to be friends, or... anything really, with me? I'm just the boy that is a punching bag to his dad. That seems to be all i'm good for...
He was pulled out of his thoughts when the bell rang. Greg got up and took off to his English Lit class. When he walked in though, he stopped dead in the doorway...
There he was...
That boy was sitting in the front row, his supplies already out.
Greg snaps out of it and timidly goes up and sits next to him. He can't gather the nerve to speak to the boy, so he pulls out his notebook and pen as Mrs. Jacobsen begins the lecture.
Mycroft glanced out of the corner of his eye and they widened slightly. he tried not to pay much attention to the attractive boy next to him, though they both stole peaks at each other when they thought the other wasn't looking. They buisied themselves with notetaking the whole class.
When the bell rang at the end of class, Mycroft hurriedly gathered his things and was the first one out the door. Greg sighed sadly And watched him go.
Mycroft's mind was racing. The boy is in a class with me AND he sat by me! I didn't at least say hi? Stupid, Myc! And where the bloody Hell is this coming from? Since when have i cared about anything like this?
Neither of the boys saw each other again that morning. At lunch, Greg went off to try and find the mysterious teen but to no avail. He was disappointed, but went to the same spot from that morning and lit up a cigarette waiting for lunch to end.
Greg looses hope of seeing him again that day, but as he was getting settled into his last class of the day, Classical Civilizations, the door opened and a deep husky voice sounded out. "My apologies Mrs. Lee, Mr. Baker required my assistance after Chemistry class." Greg froze.
"Not a problem Mr. Holmes. Please take your seat." Mrs. Lee said politely.
Mycroft nodded and went to sit in the empty seat next to Greg. Greg looked over at him, gathering all his courage. "H-hi... I'm Greg Lestrade.." He holds his hand out to shake.
Mycroft looks at him for a moment then takes his hand. "Mycroft Holmes."
Greg smiles shyly. "Nice to meet you Mycroft."
And with that, they both paid attention to Mrs. Lee.