Sherlock Holmes wasn't normal, everybody at school knew that. They spoke about him all the time, he was a freak.
Sherlock didn't really care for what people had to say about him, in fact it drove him to be more insane. Today was a bad day for Sherlock, he was never the one to resort to violence, but if he heard anyone say something today he would
Today was the anniversary of his fathers death.
The day his father died is the day Sherlock cut out emotions, he was 7. Anytime that anyone says anything about his father he gets angry.
No-one knew that though.
The day started early, 6am.
Sherlock woke up and let out a deep sigh, his eyes adjusting to the beam of light that Mycroft let in by opening the blinds.
He slowly got up and pulled on his uniform. He was 16, he had one more year of wearing it. He pulled on the dark trousers and polo shirt, slipping on a dark red jumper and pulling the collar of the polo shirt out.
He looked in the mirror at himself and moved his dark curls out his face, his grey eyes moving around his body before he walked into the living room, past Mycroft and out of the door.
He took the short walk to school, his grey eyes looking around the people.
He enjoyed deducting them, he liked to know that he could read someone.
They made fun of him for his website 'The science of deduction'. They said it was all fake. But it wasn't. If it was any other day Sherlock would shake that off, but today wasn't any other day.
He walked to first class, sitting down at the back of the class, his arms folded across his chest as he sulked into his chair.
"Uh, Freak."
A girls voice rang out, Sherlock frowned and sighed, looking up at Sally with evil eyes.
"That's my seat."
She fake smiled at him, crossing her arms over her chest, Anderson was standing behind her, laughing.
"And today it's mine."
He smiled.
She scoffed and pulled his hair, pulling him off the seat.
Sherlock, of course, fell to the floor to the unexpected pull of his dark curls. He sighed and stood up, brushing off his long coat, frowning at her.
"Just because you didn't make it home last night. You stink of Anderson. And judging by the state of your knees you taste like him too."
Sherlock scowled, he would have hit her, but apparently if you hit a girl you could go to jail.
His eyes followed Anderson as they passed before he went and sat in another row. He looked over to the door as a boy walked in, he had dirty blonde hair and sunken brown eyes, Sherlock looked around and realized the only free seat was next to him.
He sighed as the blonde boy sat down slowly.
"Sorry." The boy muttered.
Sherlock looked at him and raised his eyebrows.
"Why?"
He frowned, shaking his head.
"You obviously like sitting by yourself." The boy shrugged.
Sherlock said nothing to this, he just drew in his book, the boy next to him did the same.
"I'm John." The boy smiled lightly.
"Sherlock." Sherlock half heartedly smiled back.
John nodded and got on with his work.
It was John's first day and first lesson, the teacher hadn't noticed him so he just sat down, he was doing his work next to a dark haired boy named Sherlock.
The bell rang after an uneventful hour before he walked out of class, pulling his bag onto his back. He looked at the girl who had joined his side.
"Stay away from Sherlock Holmes."
She said.
"No hello then?"
John smiled, the girl just stared at him.
"He's a freak."
She locked her eyes on Johns.
"He likes dead people, they're his only friends. He helps the police with crimes because he gets off on it."
She told him before he flipped her dark, frizzy hair at John and walked away.
John was confused, but he shrugged it off and walked to his next class, witch had Sherlock in it.
He sat in front of the dark haired boy.
He wondered what that girl had meant; he sat back in his chair and pondered it before the teacher slammed his desk.
"John Watson, have you heard a word I've said?"
The teacher shouted.
John stuttered nervously before the teacher scoffed and walked away, John swallowed and looked around at the faces sniggering at him, he sighed and rested his forehead on the table, it was only his first day and people were already laughing at him.
He felt someone pat him on the shoulder, he turned around.
Sherlock was breaking every rule he had, but he needed to know about this boy. He knew Sally had said something to John about him.
Sherlock didn't say anything when John turned around, he just looked at him.
"Your dad is in the Army."
He stated, not giving John a chance to speak before he went on.
"You're 16 but you're 17 in a week or so, your mother is single and unhappy with your grades at school, you blamed that on bullying so she moved you here in hope that you would make friends, you have a sister but you and her don't get along, the reason for that is unknown, maybe just for the mere reason you two are brother and sister or maybe because she's confident with who she is and you aren't quite sure of who you are yet, and something happened to you. Something bad as a child. I'm not sure what but by the bags underneath your eyes it shows that you haven't gotten a good night sleep since you were small."
He stopped for breath, looking up at John who was looking at him with his mouth wide open, ignoring the call of Sally.
"Freak!"
He watched Sherlock before he closed his mouth.
"That.. Was amazing."
He muttered, pushing his hair out of his face, even though it wasn't in his face he just needed something to distract himself.
"How on Earth could you know all that?"
He asked, sighing softly.
"I didn't know, I noticed."
Sherlock smiled, putting his head back down to his work.
He didn't know what it was but he wanted to impress John, he wanted him to like him. He wanted John to call Sherlock's deductions amazing again. Sherlock swallowed and shook his head, finishing off his Math work as the bell rang and he rushed out.
John rushed out after Sherlock and walked next to him, Sherlock knew he was there but said nothing as the smaller boy with a limp rushed after him.
"Why doesn't anyone like you?"
He asked, walking into Sherlock's back as he stopped suddenly.
"I'm too real for most people."
He narrowed his pale eyes on John.
John smiled at him, biting his thin bottom lip.
The rest of the day flew past, Sherlock was being cocky in classes that John wasn't in, and John was just sat being quiet, trying not to draw attention to himself, until his phone buzzed in his pocket.
Would you like to come to my house after school?
-SH
Sherlock wasn't any good at asking people around, he didn't like how they changed how they thought of him because of how rich his parents were, but he thought John would be a bit different.
…How did you get my number?
-John
Sherlock smirked down at his phone before he looked up to a teacher who was shouting at him, he must've completely blocked him out.
"-olmes, if you don't put that phone away you'll be in detention!"
The angry teacher shouted.
Sherlock just shrugged.
He didn't care. He knew more than these people when he was 8.
His eyes drifted back to his phone.
My brother.
He might as well own the British Government. I can get any number I want, when I want.
-SH
John let out a quiet chuckle to the text, he was sitting in the back behind everyone, he kept glancing at the teacher to make sure she was busy.
Like a stalker then?
And yes, I'll meet you by the gates?
-John
John didn't normally put his name at the end of texts, but he felt like he had to because Sherlock did.
Sounds great,
See you there.
-SH
Sherlock grinned as his text was sent, he pushed his phone in his pocket as he waited for the rest of the day to fly by.
To his surprise, it didn't.
The next two classes felt like two hours long each.
But the bell went at the end of the day.
Sherlock stood up and pulled his long, black coat over his slender body and then he wrapped his dark blue scarf around his neck, pulling his leather gloves on as he walked out of the classroom and towards the gates.
He smiled as he walked towards them.
John was there. Of course.
John, who was let out early, John who was an amazing student,
But John who was hiding something…
John sent a smile and a wave to Sherlock to ensured that they had seen each other. John walked to Sherlock and gave a smile.
"Where do you live?"
"You'll see."
John made a face before he shrugged and walked along beside Sherlock best he could, he raised an eyebrow as Sherlock lead him to a black car.
"You're not going to kidnap me are you?"
John chuckled. Sherlock just stared.
"It's a joke… A joke."
He muttered to himself as he got into the car.
Sherlock hated jokes, he didn't understand why people would waste their brain power on thinking of witty replies.
"No, I'm not kidnapping you."
Sherlock said as he climbed into the car after John.
I'm so sorry if that's really bad. It will get better.
First John/Sherlock fanfic! Please don't kill me because of mistakes.
I hope you like it!
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