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CHAPTER 5

Wednesday arrived with rain, dirt, and a great opportunity. As I walked through campus, trying to avoid the pools of water and mud, I saw a flyer requesting help in a lab. I took the information and set up an appointment for an interview on Friday. That meant, I definitively had to go shopping for something formal. Like I said, any excuse is a good excuse.

I attended Physical chemistry with a smile on my face. Working on a lab would seriously help my career. I'd gain experience and it would look great in my curriculum. This was awesome!

I was so happy, I arrived to Biochemistry early. I was practically flying, not minding the mud or anything. I sat down in the exact same seat I had seated on last class. It seemed weird to change seats after the first day. I saw Sherlock come in a few minutes later. I tried not to stare at him or expect him to seat with me. After all, we'd given him a choice. If he wanted to talk to us or be a friend, he could. He didn't have to. Although, it would be nice to have someone I knew in Biochemistry.

He sat to my right and I exhaled.

"Hey!" I greeted, smiling at him in a friendly manner.

"Hey," he replied coolly, his ever expressionless face looking up front. We were both quiet for a moment until he said, "Thanks".

"For what?" I asked trying to remember why he would be thankful for.

He seemed uncomfortable. He kept looking up front as he said, "Yesterday. Sitting with me. You're right. I don't want to be alone. I just…am."

I smiled and touched his arm. "No, you're not. Not now. If you ever need anything, just let us know."

He looked at my hand touching his arm as if no one had ever touched him before and I retreated it. "You are too nice, Hooper. I find it difficult to understand."

"Understand why I'm so nice?"

"Yes. No one can be this nice."

I giggled. "If that's a compliment, thank you very much."

"I've never met…" He stopped mid-sentence and stared at someone who had just entered. It was a guy wearing a gray hoodie and sunglasses. "Hooper, it was raining this morning, right?"

"Yes," I answered, finding it odd that he would ask that question. It hadn't stopped raining since 6am and it was already noon.

"Then, why is that guy dry?"

I looked at the guy in the hoodie. It was true. He was completely dry. "Maybe he's been in this building since this morning and has already dried up?" I suggested.

"No. That's not it. There's not even mud on his shoes. He hasn't been outside at all."

"So, what?" I asked.

"If he hasn't been outside at all, how did he get here? The building opens at seven, time at which it had already started raining." He stopped for a moment and then said smiling, "Ah, he sleeps here."

"What?" I asked, staring at the guy.

"He's taking classes and sleeping somewhere in this building. Probably the bathroom. All of it for free. He isn't a registered student. He's just here for fun."

"Seriously?" I asked him, shocked. "Wouldn't he be caught?"

"Not if you're clever enough. Look at his pants, the way they are folded. He's been sleeping here for the last three days. He's homeless."

I blinked. "How can you tell he's homeless?"

"His hoodie. Too big for him and too dirty and old. His tan, too much exposition to the sun. Lack of hygiene and other factors. His hair is too tangled. Yet, he craves higher education. Isn't that odd?" He stood up and walked over to the guy in the hoodie, his hands inside his pockets.

I stared, wide-eyed, and gulped as I saw Sherlock greeting the hoodie-man. They interchanged a few words and Sherlock came back, walking coolly while the Hoodie-guy seemed happy.

"What did you tell him?" I asked as Sherlock took a seat beside me.

"Nothing. That I liked his hoodie and asked where could I get a similar one?"

I smiled and replied, "No offense, but that sounded a little bit gay."

"Why would that be an offense?"

"Are you?"

"No, but I still don't see the offense."

Good point, I thought.

Class started right on time. Mr. Clark started his lecture with questions from last time. He constantly picked on Sherlock, knowing full well he wasn't present for last class and obviously trying to embarrass him. Joke was on him, though. Sherlock replied as if he had been here the whole lesson and/or swallowed a whole textbook.

"Definition of Biochemistry"

"Branch of science concerned with the chemical and physicochemical processes that occur within living organisms."

"Four main classes of molecules in this subject."

"Carbohydrates, lipids, proteins, and nucleic acids"

"Difference between each."

Everything he was asked, Sherlock replied rapidly, with ease and without even stopping to think for a moment. At one point, I was afraid he wasn't even stopping to take a breath. It was…impressive. Finally, Professor Clark gave up and continued with his lecture.

"Too easy." Sherlock said under his breath, only for me to hear. "So easy, it's disappointing."

I looked at him and realized…this guy was really smart. "Did you study?" I asked, equally muttering.

"Nah. Just skimmed."

Wow.

Class passed without incidents. Professor Clark decided not to ask any more questions, especially not to Sherlock, and class finished by leaving a us homework. As he stood up and picked up his bag, Sherlock turned to me and asked, "About lab, how would you like to divide the lab report?"

Behind him, I could see two girls walking, looking at him and giggling in a flirty manner. One of the girls was wearing a short skirt while the other wore really skinny jeans and high heels. I rolled my eyes. I had known those girls for two years. They had been in some of my classes and, let me say this, they were easier than brushing your teeth. I had seen those girls make out with boy after boy after boy, and they even had a reputation for going to bed faster than a bullet.

Personally, I didn't like them. But, since they were so easy, many guys were after them. Hence, their popularity. "Hmm…" I started, looking at Brittany and Nicole, who were now checking Sherlock out, moving their eyes from down up and giggling. "I can do the Introduction, abstract, materials and procedure."

Sherlock nodded. "Fine, I'll do the calculations, results and conclusion."

"Sounds fine by me."

"Ok, see you later." He left. I gathered my things and picked up my bag.

Nicole, the one wearing the mini skirt, walked to me and said in her high voice, "Hey, Molly. Who's your friend?"

I don't know why, but I felt the need to respond, Keep away from him. I mean, I simply didn't like them. Instead, I responded, "Sherlock."

"Unusual name." She commented.

"Unusual guy."

"Interesting." She bit her lower lip and asked, "Are you two going out?"

I shook my head.

"Great." She replied, turned, making her long hair fly against the wind like a whip, and walked away, moving her hips from side to side. Whore.

I left class annoyed.