"Sherlock Holmes" the teacher called
"Here" he replied not even looking up from his book. He was so sexy, the way his eyes darted across the page, the way he flicked his dark curls out of his eyes, and most of all the way he deduced everyone he came into contact with.
He hadn't noticed me, but I had definetly noticed him. He proberly couldn't see me half the time, i was so short, and wasn't likely to grow any taller.
I wasn't gay but i would turn for him, he had dated every girl in our year, and half the boys too. He wouldn't go out with me, i wasn't his type he dated everyone, but not me.
The bell rang for the end of class, once again i had accomplished nothing, I spent the lesson admiring his cheekbones, surely his face had been carved by angels, he was so perfect.
As I got up to leave the contents of my bag spilled over the table and floor. I sighed and bent ovet to pick them up, the smooth baritone voice I knew only too well said "here John let me help you with those" I froze, he knew my name, he actually knew MY name.
"Thankyou, why are you being so nice?" I asked as he helped me pick up my books.
"John, i like you, not like the others, i really really like you."
i pinched my shoulder, hard, evidently i wasn't dreaming and looked up saying "I like you too Sherlock" it sounded so stupid, but I couldn't think of anything else to say.
When we were both on our feet, he took my arm in his and walked me to my next class. We took it slow, I was special and he didn't want to rush things.
Over time I began to come to terms with the fact that I, Joun Watson was dating, The Sherlock Holmes. He was mine and I was his, no matter how long it lasted, we had had this time together and I would cherish it for the rest of my life.