chapter 1

(Sherlock's POV)

'Today is going to be a bad day' I thought to myself as I scrubbed the blood out from between the tiles. Getting up, I looked at the bathroom floor, it was spotless so I left the room to get dressed for school.

I wore my silk purple shirt, I loved that one, I'm not sentimental but my auntie gave it to me last year, not that she loved me or anything but it seemed like a thoughtful gift. I pulled on a pair of black trousers and slid on a matching blazer. I was ready, for what? The bullying to start or to sit through 6 hours of subjects I had studied before I came to st Bart's uni?

I stared down at my cuffs making sure that nothing I didn't want to be seen, could be seen. I knew it wouldn't but still checked.

As I walked out of the room and past a mirror I noted that my hair looked especially messy, but then again my hair is very curly and I was suffering from an awful hangover.

Being a freak I didn't go to parties, ever, but I did sneak a few bottles of vodka into my room when the people on my floor were having a large party, they were too pissed to notice anything had gone missing.

I carried on walking to double chemistry, chemistry is a passion of mine but my teachers are shit, half of them don't know what they're talking about. 'Oh well' I thought and decided that I would just sit at the back on my phone as usual.

I arrived 7 minutes early, giving myself time to get situated at the back and also to avoid Sally Donovan in the hallways. Sally hates me, always has always will. Actually that isn't quite true, there was a time where Sally and I were friends...more than friends...we were a couple. She loved me for my intelligence and my ability to deduce anyone I saw. I didn't love her but it was my first year and Mycroft said I should try to make friends. Obviously it didn't last. She decided that my deductions were stupid and pointless, and that she would beat me for my stupidity.

I may be the smartest boy in my class, but I'm certainly not the most popular, in fact I'm quite the opposite. I no longer have the name Sherlock Holmes at this school just freak. I'm a freak everyone knows it even if they don't believe it.

I have a room-mate but we don't speak and hardly see each other. He tolerates me and I him but we aren't friends, I'm the freak I don't have friends.

Several students started to walk in, chatting with their friends, I began to deduce each of them for at least the hundredth time; lonely, desperate, gay, cheating on her boyfriend, Sally's bitch. Sally pretty much ran St Bart's and if you weren't her bitch you were bullied, even her boyfriend was classed as one of her bitches, at least in my mind he was.

Anderson, I frowned as I saw his long. sad face. His hair was dark and parted in the middle so that it almost covered his eyes, he was immensely ugly,even compared to me.

That's a lie, I may be a freak but I'm not a liar.

Mr Willis, the teacher walked in, late as usual. I didn't like him, he pissed me off and told me off for using my phone, it's not my bloody fault he can't teach.

He did the register and when it was over called a boy up, I didn't know the boy. I knew the sound of everyone's footsteps but I had never heard this pattern before. he was light-footed and elegant, yet I could tell he was sporty.

I looked up to see a short boy with short blonde hair and hazel eyes, he was to say the least beautiful. I'm not gay though, I've always thought of myself as asexual, but this boy was gorgeous. I could feel myself begin to blush but I couldn't take my eyes off of him.

He wore a maroon jumper and a black pair of skinny jeans, he also wore a black pair of converse. I needed to stop staring but I couldn't. unfortunately I began deducing him before I could stop myself; not rich got, he a scholarship, lives with mother, parents divorced? no, father killed in action, wants to be an army...doctor, so not keen on the whole killing thing. 'I'll ask him where his father died, no, he would never talk to me and besides, Anderson has his eye on him already, that boy, that beautiful boy will bully me till I graduate.

"Class this is john, he's new so I hope you help him settle in" the teacher scanned the room, and found what he was looking for " John you can go and sit in the seat next to Sherlock" he said pointing towards me. John, beautiful John who made me consider changing my sexuality was going to sit next to me...the freak.