Hello Sweeties, This is my first Johnlock story, it is Teen!Lock, just so you all know.. it is my first story so, um any reviews/comment would be much needed, and I shall post a chapter a week, but today I hope to post a few, so enjoy :)
It was a cold rainy day as usual, Sherlock, being Sherlock was bored looking out the window, already without having to look at the clock the front of the room deducted there was 15 minutes left of class, he hated French, just as much as the students in it, Sally Donovan, Anderson what's-his-face… he didn't bother with names of people who bored him or idiots, even both in this case. With now 14 minutes left the teacher was going over the 5000th time how to pronounce 'cheese' in French.
"Now, now class, its 'fromage', ok? After me Fro… oh hello who are you?"
This made Sherlock's head turn towards the door, standing there was a blonde teenager, around Sherlock's age, male, slight tan, no more below the wrist, slightly socially awkward, good, and slightly attractive… oh no… looking down at a piece of paper, with all his classes on it, backpack slung over only one shoulder, he cleared his throat
"My name is John Watson, ma'am."
"Hello John, as you made have read on your piece of paper, my name is Miss Geonbea, weird name I know, you'll get used to it, here take a seat next to Sherlock, over there in the back corner, only free seat we have I'm afraid"
"Sure, thanks miss."
As John passed Sally, she so daftly said
"Enjoy sitting next to the freak."
John gave her the bitchface, in which Sherlock couldn't help by slightly smile at. John took his place next to Sherlock, he flashed him a smile and held out his hand
"John Watson, nice to meet you, could you help me out here by telling me the 'rules'?"
Sherlock reluctantly took his hand and shook it slightly
"Rules?"
"Yeah, like who to avoid, who's the idiots around here…" gesturing to Sally and Anderson "which teachers are good and shitty, that kind of thing"
Sherlock side smiled at him
"Well, I see you've already figured out that Sally and Anderson are daft as apes, and let me see that…" Sherlock snatched that class sheet out of John's hands "Ah yes, Chemistry you have next, with Mr Kennex, great teacher, I have next as well, unlike…" Sherlock gestured to Miss Geonbea, and John smiled, "Whom is still has been trying to teach us the French word for cheese this entire hour then, which thankfully only has 2 minutes left, then lunch, would you like me to show you to your locker?"
"Uhhh, yeah sure why not? What are you doing in Chemistry at the moment?"
"Mostly mixing different chemicals together and seeing if they explode or not."
"Well, certainly different from Afghanistan I'll say. Ha"
"Afghanistan?"
"I don't really like talking about my 'trip' just yet, sorry."
John shifted in his seat
"No, no it's fine, but wow, Afghan, certainly a long ride to London"
John looked down
"Sorry, I'll shut up, I am a bit of a sociopath, just warning you."
"No, no its fine, just… just bad memories"
John flashed Sherlock a nervous smile
Thankfully the bell rang; John and Sherlock packed up their books and headed for the lockers, surprisingly, John's Locker was right next to Sherlock's
"Well, what to you know" John laughed
Sherlock was to busy trying to deduct who was the previous owner until realizing there wasn't one…
Sherlock helped John with his lock, then grabbing all the chemistry stuff for himself, and telling John what to and what not to bring to class
On his way to Chemistry Sherlock stopped in the middle of the hallway realizing what waiting in front of him just up ahead, his older brother Mycroft, with his arms around his new boyfriend, was it Grog or Greg? Sherlock never knew… John stopped as well
"Sherlock, you ok?"
"Yeah, Just my idiot of a brother up ahead, keep low"
"I kind of already am"
Sherlock looked down, and realized just how short John was compared to others, about the size of Sherlock's head shorter than him, walking forward, he tried to avoid Mycroft but instead bumped into him
"Ah hello brother mine, I see you've made a friend"
"I see so have you, nice to see you Grog, and it's not like that, brother mine, he is new to this school and was showing him to class"
"Its Greg by the way"
"John Watson is my name, ahh, Mycroft?"
"Yes that's correct, are you new here?"
"Yes, that's correct"
All Sherlock wanted at this point was to get to his favorite subject and be quick about it
"Well Grog, Mycroft nice talking to, but I believe I have a person to show to his and my next class"
"And that is?"
"Chemistry"
"Ahh, I'm sure there will be a lot of that going down in no time" Mycroft winked and Sherlock could feel his cheeks redden, doing his best to hide his face he kept on walking down the hall towards the lab block of the school, waiting outside the classroom, John eventually caught up with him
"I'm sorry about my brother he only recently came…"
"Out? Yeah don't worry about it, Sherlock, it's all fine, besides I have a sister, Harriet, who only recently came out as well, besides if you need any help with your brother, I'm here."
John smiled and Sherlock could feel his face redden. Again. He wished it would stop doing that, and as if on queue, Mr. Kennex open the classroom door, gesturing for everyone to enter and take their seat.
