Not So Happy Valentine's

A/N: This is just a Valentine's Day special for now though I might develop it further later I don't know.

Genre: Romance/Tragedy

James Moriarty. That's what it said on his school book. James Moriarty. Nothing More. No bored doodles or tattered edges like on most people's. Just his name. Nobody knew much about him, except he's Irish. He never talked other than to ask a question and even then, he talked in barely a whisper. But that voice. He had the strangest, silky Irish voice which was one of the reasons I was so happy to be placed next to him in class. He was handsome, in an odd, perplexing way too. He had near-black, silky hair and beautiful eyes. Oh god, them eyes. They were wide puppy dog eyes, black bean brown. He was so unusual, so mysterious. I was curious, that was all. That's what I told myself anyway.

It was Valentine's soon. I had to do something for him or he'll never notice me. I made a beautiful card with a silk heart on it. I tried to keep it classy and not too sugary sweet. I got to school early and took it out of my bag. I laid it down on his desk before calmly fast-walking out. I was creeping down the corridor when I heard quiet footsteps. I fled into the toilets nearby. I'm not stalking him or anything, I just want to see his reaction. That was what I promised myself. I slinked to the doorway and stuck my head out. I could just see him. He reached into his bag and -. No, no, no. I backed away, my face flushing red, my eyes brimming with tears. No. no, no, no, no, no. I'm such an idiot. Why would I ever think he would like me. I saw him take out a card and place it on – Jessica's desk. Jessica. Yes her. You know, just the most popular and catty girl in the school. That Jessica.

It was the next day, and just a little bit after Jessica had given me the final proof that she was the cruellest, soul-draining being to ever exist. I felt so bad for poor, poor James. She had just pulled the nastiest prank ever.

On Valentine's she opened her regular stack of her admirers' corny love notes. But at the bottom there was one extra card. It was beautiful, diamanté studded card, a far cry from the unoriginal red rose and heart designs. Inside, a carefully printed message spoke in silver ink:

To Jessica, my beloved,

I love you like the birds love the call of spring,

I need you like the birch needs the sun and rain,

Be mine o Jessica.

The dearest of love,

James Moriarty

Jessica looked up and met James' eyes. She walked up to him and declared, "Oh James. How romantic! I love you too!" Then she bent down and kissed him lightly on the cheek. I watched in despair as everyone crowds round, sending my handmade heart, as well as my real one, fluttering to the ground.

For the first day, he was treated like a king. When his new gang of mates passed a poster for the junior dance everyone declared he needed to enter the King and Queen vote with Jessica. He blushed before stating that alright, he'll give it a shot. Everyone cheered and they moved on. I peeked at the poster. Oh my god! It was tomorrow! Time had passed so quickly it was the junior dance on February 15th! It would start at 8pm, the voting would take place from 9 to 9:30 and it would end at 11. I already had an outfit and me and my two best friends decided to stick together so I didn't need a date. At least I was sorted!

It was at the dance that they turned. They were still awfully nice to him the entire dance but at the end the crowning took place. Brendon had offered to do the ceremony and told everyone the obvious. The winners were James Moriarty and Jessica Green. Now known as a couple to their friends as Jamica. Jessica gladly accepted her crown and stepped aside, smirking. For Brendon placed a thorn crown on James' head and immediately after someone over the stage dropped a bucket of rotten food from the canteen over him. He gasped in shock and everyone burst out laughing. Phone videos were recorded and everyone could see. I stared in horror at what they had done. Brendon began to talk," You didn't really think you could be one of us, did you? You're a creep James!" As he was walking off, eyes streaming, he slipped, landing flat in the slime. "Stay down there in the dirt, where you belong!" Jessica cackled. James stalked off the stage. I ran after him.

"James? James! I'm so sorry. I wasn't in on it, I swear! I even gave you a card! James?"

"Go away," he turned to face me, with a dangerously psychotic look in his eyes, "GO AWAY! Please, before I do something I'll regret." I backed away, shaken.

The next morning I heard a yell. Suddenly everyone crowded the alleyway beside the bike shed. For there was the scariest, most hard to forget image any of us would ever see. Two bodies, barely identifiable as Jessica Green and Brendon Cooke. And James, James Moriarty, holding a bread knife and smiling. He slowly turned to face us looking up with those crazed black bean eyes.

"James…" Matt, Brendon's best friend, whispered, "Please tell me this is a joke. A sick joke."

He never stopped grinning, even when he was talking. "Not James anymore," he shook his head slowly, "Just… Moriarty… Or Jim… Yeah, Jim Moriarty…"

I gaped in shock. "Jim…" That was all I needed to say. His eyes filled and he knew he had disappointed me.

"I-I'm sorry…" he whimpered, "I've failed you, haven't I?"

I wanted to say no, that it was okay, it was all good. But shock and horror took me over and I just said, "Yes… Yes you did."

That was the last time I ever spoke to, or saw, James Moriarty.