Authors note: I'm sorry it took me so long to do this chapter but I've had lots of homework and assessments, but this one is quite long so I hope you enjoy. Please review and tell me what you think.
Disclaimer: Still don't own them.
Of weddings and chance meetings
The next day was Wednesday and Jim had to go to school. Jim didn't like school, of course he loved to learn stuff but who needs a teacher when you can find it all out in books. He also despised having to spend time with his idiotic classmates. He had double chemistry first thing so that day wouldn't be too bad. Jim being Jim sat on his own right at the back of the classroom. At the beginning of the school year if you had Mr. Jenkins, which Jim did, you would all rush into the classroom and find one of your friends and sit down as soon as possible because they would then be your lab partner for the rest of the year and, of course Jim had no friends and no-one wanted to sit next to him so he sat at the back.
Mr. Jenkins was an elderly man with a slightly balding head, he was one of those people who had realised had achieved nothing to late on and because of this was extremely grumpy and didn't care much about his students. If you were stupid and got an answer wrong then he would call you stupid, if you got an answer right he would only grunt and go on to the next person, and if you were someone like Jim he would just ignore you all the time.
Jim rather liked Mr. Jenkins, he was a pitiful man, a life of no value, Jim wouldn't be surprised if one day he were the one to wrap his hands around the man's scraggly throat and squeeze the life out of him. He liked to think of it as cold affection. After all he would only be helping the man escape his miserable, meaningless life. Jim got out his textbook, looked at the title on the board, flipped to the corresponding page and started to read. Mr. Jenkins was a simple and lazy man in truth. He would base his lessons around that of the information given in the textbook but then would babble on about useless things that Jim had no interest in. They had a sort of silent agreement between each other that Jim would do as he pleased and would give Mr. Jenkins high test results so that he wasn't fired for being a rubbish teacher.
After chemistry was break so Jim on instinct went straight up to the library. Ever since Jim had seen the librarian shot before his eyes he had gone up to the library as much as possible. Even though the body was no longer there the library was still the most interesting place in school. The walls were covered in book cases and the book cases were filled with books upon books. This was where Jim spent most of his time; to him the library was the key to all knowledge.
After break Jim had English and then Maths, these periods were both rather uneventful. When fourth period was over Jim went straight back up to the library, skipping lunch once again that week. Jim then had to go to tutor time; to him this was living hell. Sure he could hide in lessons because everyone else needed to learn stuff otherwise they would fail. But now he was free to be tortured. His tutor was lazy and didn't care at all what they did, in his mind they didn't matter at all and the sooner tutor time was over the better. He tried to sit at the back and be invisible but it just didn't work. By now everyone was calling him freak and there was no escaping it. On his way in someone had tripped him up, but he was used to this. When he was about to sit on his chair someone pulled it back making him fall onto the floor; the person who did this was met with a death glare. But the moment they started to bombard him with insulting names such as psycho, freak and fairy he just couldn't take it anymore. So he did the only thing he could think to do to shut them all up. Slowly he raised his head from looking down at the table, blank face, and then he started to laugh. By the time he was in total hysterics everyone else had completely stopped what they were doing and just stared at him, even Jim's tutor looked confused and dare I say a little frightened. He was quickly sent out of the room and rather than wait he just went straight off to his next lesson, art. The people he left behind in the room however were affected a lot more than he. Chills still ran up the spine off his tutor and he just knew that soon Jim Moriarty would be a man to be feared by all and there would be no stopping him in becoming the greatest criminal there ever was.
Sebastian had always liked art; it was the one lesson where he could properly express himself. He loved his art teacher, Mrs. Davis; he'd had her every year that he'd been at this certain school. His father had looked down on Sebastian when he picked art for an A-level; his father didn't really approve of any of the arts to be honest though. Sebastian and Mrs. Davis were good friends in most respects. She knew how weird he could get in art, a quality he hid well from his friends, and she accepted that and joined in with the weirdness most of the time. Sebastian was a great artist and as long as he got the work done and to a good standard she was happy.
Today was a one off lesson and they had been told to draw what they felt, they could do this in any way they wanted from literally drawing the emotion or a memory linked to that emotion or whatever they wanted really. Sebastian had gotten out his phone and plugged in his ear phones, turning the music to full blast (Which he did most lessons), and then went to grab some pastels and a sheet of thick paper. He had no idea what he was feeling at the time so he just figured he would draw whatever and see where it went from there. While picking the last of the pastels he saw someone familiar in the corner off the room. There sat Jim Moriarty surrounded by an assortment of pencils and sticks of charcoal, alone, even in a class like art people still avoided him like the plague. Sebastian just couldn't help himself, he loved to indulge in the company of Jim, and he slowly made his way over.
"I didn't know you did art, I didn't really have you pegged as that sort of person to be honest." Said a voice from the left of Jim, as soon as the first word was spoken Jim knew exactly who it was that was speaking to him.
"I could say exactly the same of you, Sebby, you being a military boy an all," and even though Jim hadn't put much effort into his reply Sebastian couldn't help but smile a little at the stupid pet name. That smile, though, was quickly wiped off of his face to be replaced by a frown.
"I'll have you know my fathers the military man and not me and he wasn't the happiest person in the world when I chose art for A-Level" Seb replied bitterly, the scorn he felt for the man clear in his tone of voice. Then, even though he wasn't invited to which kind of annoyed Jim, Seb sat himself down next to Jim, much to the amazement of the rest of the class.
"I do love it when I manage to irk you, Sebby" Jim smirked unable to help it.
"I know" Seb replied and he knew that it was completely true but, for some reason, which was completely unknown to him, he really didn't mind.
"Hey" Sebastian quietly shouted. He had just finished a few strokes on his drawing when the hard piece of plastic was pulled out of his right ear and the music suddenly got quieter. Jim then proceeded to put the ear phone into his own ear so he could hear the music.
"What you listening to?" Jim asked, sounding so much like a little child, pure innocent curiosity in his eyes.
"There called Muse, there a rock band. This is their fifth album 'The Resistance' but I much prefer their first two albums. 'Showbiz' their first album is my favourite. Do you like them?" Deep down Sebastian secretly wished that Jim did cause then they would have something in common and Seb really wanted that. He was however rather disappointed when all he got from Jim was a shrug as reply. Jim then went on to take Seb's phone out of his trouser pocket which was quite a surprise to him and rather awkward, not that it fazed Jim much. He then went on YouTube and typed something in. The next thing Seb knew classical music was playing.
"What's this?" Seb asked.
"Chopin, nocturne op. 27 no. 2. He's my favourite."
They then sat there together like that listening to music, taking it in turns to pick (well that's what Sebastian would of hoped for anyway, Jim would always have the upper hand on everything no matter what). They sat rather close together so that they could both have an ear phone, much to Sebastian's delight. They worked in silence, a comfortable one though.
Everyone else in the room was still shocked that Sebastian had talked to Jim let alone sat with him all lesson and listen to music. It was such a strange sight, one where you couldn't decide whether it was good or bad, but there was one thing for sure that would come of this. It would spread around the school like wildfire and there would be no stopping it then. It was at the end of the lesson when both of them had finished that they got to see each other's work. Sebastian's was a beautiful drawing of a bright heart with bursts of colour everywhere. It was such a cheerful and happy picture. Jim's on the other hand, well. They were both on the same wave length when it came to a heart but that was the only similarity the pictures bared. Jim's heart was black and decaying surrounded by only darkness. The only colour was that of the blood that oozed out of the bullet wound in it. This was not the picture of any happy, sound child no; it was morbid and filled with darkness. It shouted sorrow and despair; there was no shred of love or happiness in this picture. It was devoid of all good emotion and yet Sebastian couldn't help think there something truly beautiful about it; it spoke the truth in its most abstract form. It was, in Sebastian's eyes, Jim on paper but to him he was something to marvel at not fear. When the others saw it the horror was clear in their eyes, they would never understand Jim. His drawing was that of pure genius that could be rivalled by no man. It was art in its purest and most honest form.