27. Wait, I actually have a competent lab partner?
If there was one thing Jim Moriaty hated, it was general lab science courses. They were guaranteed to have a smattering of all sorts of students, English majors and art students and business majors and all manner who did not belong in any sort of lab.
And it inevitably meant lab partners. Working with other people. Or, infinitely more likely, working while another person watched.
Sitting on one side of the table, he took out a notebook and began to work out a Euclidian formula while he waited for another person to sit down. When the other stool pulled out with a screech, dark eyes flickered upwards to see who had joined him.
Sherlock Holmes. How fascinating.
The other man was the only rival of any sort Jim could see for himself at the school. While Jim was focused more fully on mathematics and advanced physics, Sherlock had devoted himself to chemistry with the same zeal. Their marks were high and the competition between them whenever they were in classes together was obvious.
But at least there was no fear of Sherlock not working?
"Hello, Mr. Holmes. I must say, I'm surprised you chose to sit there. But I'm not going to complain, either."