A young man was sitting alone in the Oxford library reading his book in a quiet atmosphere, he could have read his book at his residence, but outside of the hall were filled with students talking about stuff that were useless, so he decided to do his reading in the library instead. Of course silence never last long, he heard a group of students laughing; he sigh heavily It seems like people these days don't know how to use a library he thought. When he tries to focus on his book again he heard someone calling his name, "Look there's the freak."

He ignores what the guy's statement and pretends to read his book.

"I wonder what he's doing this time," a woman giggles.

The young man glance up at the group quickly; there was man who was well build, wearing a football jersey, and worn out jeans. His arm was around a blond hair girl, who was attractive, slim, hair were curled, wearing a yellow blouse and tight jeans. Next to her was a brown hair girl, she was pretty, but not attractive as the blonde, she was wearing a brown shirt, and was also wearing skinny jeans.

"Who's that?" the blond hair asked.

"Nobody," her friend laughs.

The blonde hair man walks away from the women and went up to the strange and quiet young man, "Hey Sherlock," he greeted.

But Sherlock ignores him and continues to read his book.

"What are you reading this time? Science of Deduction, what the hell is that anyway?" the man looks at the two women who both gave him a shrug.

"Michael, just leave him alone," said the blonde hair women as she tries to pull Michael away from Sherlock.

"I didn't know you could even read." Sherlock uttered.

"Of course I can read Guinness! I wouldn't be at this school if I couldn't read." Michael scoffs.

"No, you had a poor score on your exam, but your father is a teacher here if I'm correct," Sherlock raised a brow.

Michael eyes went wide, it was true he did not pass the exam to come to this school, but his father persuade the headmaster to let him in and he had never told a soul about this secret not even to his girlfriend who was with him.

"Who told you that?" Michael asked looking nervous.

"No one"

"Someone must have told you that or are you doing that trick again?"

The blonde hair came up to Michael, "What trick?"

Sherlock rolled his eyes, "It's not a trick."

Michael ignores Sherlock statement and starts to point at him, "This man could look at you for a second and tell your entire life story."

The blonde hair raised a brow with disbelief, "You're lying."

"Jenna, I'm not!"

"He really does," her other friend protest.

"You want proof? I can give you proof," said Sherlock as he place his book on his lap. He looks at them closely for ten second and looks at Michael, "You've been shagging with the brunette," he smirks.

Both Michael and the brunette starts to blush and look away from each other.

Sherlock then looked at the blonde hair who was now glaring at him, "How do you know?"

Sherlock gave her a small smirk for he was enjoying this little game, "Both of their clothes are wrinkly which means they were together last night, they were holding hands when you walked in, and they both have the same deodorant smell."

The blonde hair glares at Michael, "Is it true?" she whispers.

"No, of course not! He's just doing this to piss me off!" Michael protest.

"He's lying Ali, we would never…." But the blonde hair cut her off.

"I trusted you," said the blonde hair as tears streaming down her face. She walks out of the library, and she was gone.

"You'll pay for this Freak!" Michael yells and left the library to follow his girlfriend.

The library became real quiet; Sherlock starts to chuckle and picks up his book from his lap and read it silently.