10. Detention (for Cherlock123)

Note: More of a teenlock. Mind you...it's not even 'lock' so...just...teen?

Another: This one I had no idea on the age gap. So just go with the flow I guess! Haha. And apologies if my descriptions of Seb aren't entirely accurate. Enjoy!

Jim aged 15

Sebastian aged 17

'Out! Now!' Mrs Simmonds harsh shrieks only made the grin on Jim Moriarty's face spread wider. He slalom-ed past the desks between his own and the door before turning to the rest of his class, saluting once with two fingers and sauntering out without a word.

Once outside the godforsaken Maths classroom, he chuckled to himself, shoving his hands in his trouser-pockets after loosening his tie a little. He strolled down the empty corridors, chewing lazily on gum, the floors shiny and squeaky underfoot. He was supposed to be heading to the Headmaster's office, but of course he was actually walking in the completely opposite direction.

After a few minutes of silent walking, Jim stopped. Ahead of him, at the other end of the corridor was a lone figure. He could make out it was a male, but not who it was. Jim squinted, still chewing and began to walk towards it. Had someone else had the same idea as him? If so, he had to meet this guy.

The figure was leaning against the lockers at the far end of the corridor. As Jim got closer, he could tell it was someone in the year above him, whom he'd never met.

He stopped just short of the figure. The stranger didn't turn his head to acknowledge his presence, he had headphones plugged in both ears and his eyes closed. His shirt was unbuttoned at the top and Jim could see his tie poking out of his trouser pocket. Jim loosened his own tie further with a roll of his shoulders.

The older boy's hair was sexily dishevelled and Jim swallowed, his own hair still slick back as he always had it. Only after he'd done it did he realised he'd swallowed his gum. It didn't stick in his throat, but he felt stupid for doing it.

He felt even more stupid when the stranger reached into his pocket, pulled out his own pack of gum and offered some to Jim, his eyes still closed.

Shit. He'd heard him swallow.

Jim hesitated but eventually took the pack of gum, pulled a piece out and then returned the pack to the still-open palm of the stranger. The younger boy put the gum between his teeth and bit down, never taking his eyes from the stranger. He wanted to ask his name, but decided against it. He assessed the boy, his eyes widening when he saw that the headphones weren't actually plugged into anything.

'Clever, huh? Such an easy way to fool those around into thinking that you're not listening.' The stranger spoke, his voice gravelled and rough. 'When really, you are.' He opened his eyes then, locking straight onto Jim's. A piercing blue. He lifted a hand and pulled the plugs out of his ears. 'You should try it.'

'Moran.' He held out a hand for Jim to shake.

'Moriarty.' Jim replied, taking the firm handshake.

'Nice to meet you, Moriarty.'

'Likewise.'