Chapter 1: Back to School
Sherlock tapped his pen against the fake wood finish of his work desk. The classroom was filled with the buzz of reunited students. The summer holidays were over and even though they had all seen each other during their break, they still felt it necessary to pretend like they hadn't. Friends hugged and chatted and laughed.
From the back of the classroom Sherlock could see everything, how he liked it. He saw every text a student sent and every glance of paranoia aimed at him. He knew nobody liked him sitting there. He knew everybody was puzzled and slightly intimidated by him. Why wouldn't they be? The boy with the curly black hair with perfect grades whose eyes you could feel boring into the back of your skull. It was the silence that they all couldn't stand. No, it was that he only seemed to talk when he was correcting a teacher. Or dissecting something.
Miss Adler walked into the classroom, her ruby heels click-clacking on the polished tile floor. She wore a black dress with white spots that cut off just below the knee, it was sharp and smart, conforming around her curves. Though she had been with her class for a year, her sexiness still shocked a lot of the pubescent teenage boys. Sherlock being the only one who, while recognizing her looks, didn't just see her as the 'hot teacher'.
"Okay everyone, I hope you had a fun holiday but we're back in school now." she called as the loud prattling died down, "There's a new student in the class, he's just in the reception, he'll be here in a minute."
Sherlock noted all the chairs in the room were occupied besides the one next to him. Well, that's a goodbye to his solitude. He sighed as he leant back. The first day back to school always annoyed him with its tedium. Every week on a Monday the school is taught P.S.E (Personal, Social Education) which is just a fancy way of saying they're being told not to do drugs for an hour. It was gruelling and boring to Sherlock, but he knew that once today was over a routine would form.
The door swung open and in stepped the new student. He had short golden hair, combed neatly to the side and thick rimmed glasses. His school uniform was neat, his trousers pressed, his tie straight and his shoes polished. A teacher's wet dream. Sherlock knew that the other students didn't like it when people wore their uniform correctly. Most of them had one or two buttons undone, and all of their ties were loose. The new boy would get away with it, as it's his first day, but if he continued dressing so smart he would find himself being openly mocked.
"Jonathan, right?" Miss Adler asked from her desk.
"John," he corrected, his eyes surveying the room.
"Well, take a seat. I think the last one is next to..." she said, craning her neck.
"The freak," a student coughed, stifling laughter.
"Sally, come on, we've only just got back, can you give it a rest this year, please?" Miss Adler groaned.
"Her opinion means nothing to me, it's fine Miss," Sherlock called to his teacher, taking the other students by surprise. Usually he would have just kept quiet but in that second he decided he wouldn't take another year of snide comments. Though he was sure she had muttered something under her breath, Sally remained quiet.
Miss Adler began her speech as John dumped his bag under the desk and sat next to Sherlock. He had a smirk, Sherlock assumed it was because of what he had said to Sally.
"I'm Sherlock," he found himself saying.
"John, but you know that anyway," John said cheerfully.
Sherlock smiled and tried to think of an appropriate response. Both of them sat in silence, neither of them listening to Miss Adler.
"At break time do you mind if I follow you? I don't know anybody here, maybe introduce me to some of your friends?" John asked.
"Sure, but the only person who hasn't expressed their dislike for me, you already know," Sherlock explained.
"Oh, who's that?" John asked.
"You."
"Am I interrupting?" Miss Adler asked, making the heads of the students turn to look at the two boys. Each not believing that Sherlock of all people was talking while the teacher was. John looked in wide-eyed shock. These people looking at him said they don't like Sherlock.
"Sorry, Miss," John said, finally.
"You can get to know each other at break, that's what it's for," Miss Adler said, as surprised as the others that Sherlock may be making a friend.
"You're risking whatever social status you intend to have by sitting with me, you know," Sherlock said as he and John sat at their own table in the school cafeteria. It was so crowded that nobody seemed to noticed the new boy sitting next to Sherlock, meaning it wasn't too late for John to move, he assumed John was like the others in that he cared what others thought.
"As far as I can tell I wouldn't want to waste my time on them," John said, poking the chips on his plate with his fork. Sherlock noticed he hadn't eaten anything, he'd just played. Something must have happened fourth period, when they were in separate classes.
"Are you all right?" Sherlock asked, not sure how to go about potential sensitive areas.
"Hm?" John's head shot up, like he was being snapped out of a trance.
"I was asking if you're all right," Sherlock repeated.
"Oh yeah, sorry I was in my own world," John said with a playful tone.
"So...?" Sherlock asked, growing more concerned.
"I'm fine, are you always like this?" John asked with a chuckle.
Sherlock continued to eat his sandwich while John stabbed the occasional chip. The lack of conversation dragged on until the bell rang for last period. Sherlock could tell something was wrong. He had intended to observe John during their last period, but they each had different subjects.
"Spanish is in here, right?" John asked as the corridor stopped at a dead end and you could either turn right or left.
"Yes, it's that room," Sherlock said, still trying to figure him out.
"Okay, well, see you later," John said as the final bell rang.
"Bye," Sherlock said, though John was already inside the classroom with the door closed behind him.
A/N: I wrote this without planning or anything. If people like it I'll write more and put more effort in. I don't know why but I imagine a teenage John wearing glasses. There's probably going to be swearing in future chapters. Yeah, any questions or suggestions message me also please review, thanks.