So I've decided to have a go at Teen!Lock. This is going to have more chapters and it will include Johnlock (but not for a while). This has taken a bit of editing but I hope it is okay. Chapters will start of small and get bigger later on. Also this isn't the greatest thing I have ever written, I'm still not too happy with it but here it goes anyway. Please review at the end :)

DISCLAMER: I don't own Sherlock (it would be pretty cool if I did though)

-OwlSky15678

He's growing on me – Teen!Lock

Chapter 1

Fifteen year old Sherlock Holmes wandered into registration late. He was used to being late and getting many detentions, but know the teachers just ignore him and leave him too it.

"Ah Sherlock. Didn't think you were going to turn up" Mrs Broom said to him as he entered.

Sherlock smiled at her, "I always turn up"

"Late" Mrs Broom added.

Sherlock just looked at her before saying, "Late is better than never"

"Don't be cheeking with me Mr. Holmes. Go and sit down" she snapped.

Sherlock sat down in his normal seat, on his own. No one liked the weird Sherlock Holmes. Everyone knew he was a freak, so they stayed away from him. Sherlock didn't mind though, he didn't need friends. The classroom door opened again and a boy with very short blond hair, bright blue eyes and tanned face. Mrs Broom looked up at the boy and said, "I forgot we were having a new kid in our class. Everyone this is-"

"JOHN WATSON" Sherlock shouted from the back of class.

Mrs. Broom turned to Sherlock and asked, "Do you know him?"

"No" Sherlock answered then said, in double speed, "I know he's called John Watson because it is written on his bag. Except that bag has been owned by someone else before. A Harry Watson, dad or brother. I'm going with brother. He has come from the country, the mud on his shoes doesn't come from London. Recently moved, maybe for work or a new start. Worried about his brother, seems he hasn't come with him. Ohhh, and John was a little secret, don't worry I won't share it"

John looked at Sherlock gobsmacked in what he just said.

"Sherlock Holmes! How dare you say all that stuff!" Mrs. Broom shouted at him.

"But it's true Mrs. Except Harry is my sister, its short for Harriet" John said quietly.

"Sister! Argg, I always get something wrong" Sherlock groaned.

"Shut up Holmes" Mrs. Broom shouted then she turned back to John and said, in her normal tone, "Sorry about him. I am even more sorry that you have to sit next to him"

John smiled at her, "I'll be okay" and he went to sit down next to Sherlock.

Sherlock watched John sit down then whispered, "I won't judge you because of your secret"

John looked into Sherlock's multi-coloured eyes, he froze for a second just gazing into them, getting lost in the colours. John blinked and mumbled, "Ummm okay. Thanks"

"My brother is like you," Sherlock whispered, "It of a shock a first but you get used to it. The others in here might judge you though. Greg Lestrade won't" Sherlock pointed to Lestrade's back then carried on talking, "He's the one going out with my brother. But stay clear of my brother, Mycroft. He's a year above us. Also stay clear of Anderson, Sally and Jim Moriarty"

"Um alright. Thanks Sherlock" John replied.

"My pleasure" Sherlock said with a smile.

A silence issued between the two boys before John asked, "Um- Sherlock"

Sherlock looked at John, "Yeah?"

"Can I um- follow you around today? Seems I don't know where anything is" John asked, blushing a bit.

Sherlock looked at John for a second before replying, "Sure"

"Thanks" John answered smiling, Sherlock was starting to grow on him.

*JOHN'S THOUGHTS*

Wow... Sherlock Holmes. His curly raven hair that falls perfectly around his pale thin face. His cheekbones are easy to see and his smile is wonderful. I wish he would smile more. His voice is so beautiful, I could really just sit and listen to it all day. But his eyes are the best eyes anyone could have, they don't even have a colour. All mixes of green, blue and brown, and sometimes even a dash of yellow. His name suits him well. Sherlock Holmes, it was individual like Sherlock himself. Sherlock, Sherlock Holmes... little problem you are.

*END OF JOHN'S THOUGHTS*

The bell rang to signal the end of registration and start of first lesson.

"What have got first Sherlock?" John asked him as he stood up.

"English, sadly" Sherlock replied.

"Ooo! I have English too" John said with a smile.

Sherlock looked over at John's smile, he just wants to fit in. Sherlock felt pity on the new boy, he knew he shouldn't but he couldn't help it. Sherlock smiled back at John, "I'll show you around. What have you got after English?"

"Thank you. I've got Maths" John replied, the smile didn't leave his face the whole time.

"Maths too. I always skip Maths though, too easy" Sherlock said as he started to leave the classroom.

John's smile dropped a bit and hurried forwards after Sherlock, "I'm rubbish at Maths"

Sherlock turned to John and said, "You never give up do you?"

"Give up on what?" John asked.

Sherlock grabbed John's arm and pulled him around the corner, he held John against the white wall and said with a glare, "On me"

John blushed; he quite liked being pinned against a wall with Sherlock, "What do you mean?"

Sherlock rolled his eyes, "Can't you see no one likes me? I don't need friends. I saw you looking at me in tutor, I don't care if you feel that way; but I never will. Sherlock Holmes and love don't go" and with that Sherlock left John alone, crying on his own.

Greg Lestrade was walking towards English when he heard someone crying. He looked around the corner and found the new kid crying. Greg crouched next to him and asked, "What's wrong?"

John looked up and remembered that Sherlock had told him that this boy was called Greg Lestrade. John mumbled, "Nothing."

"There is something wrong or you wouldn't be crying" Lestrade said with a comforting smile.

John gulped, "It was Sherlock. He was being nice to me and suddenly he just snapped at me" John wiped his eyes.

"He does that" Lestrade said, "You get used to it after a while. You must have done something to upset him"

"Um- I was only looking at him in tutor" John said, looking down at the floor.

"You've fallen for Sherlock Holmes, never a good move. He might come around" Greg blushed a bit before saying, "Mycroft did. Takes time, but they always come around"

John looked up at Greg, "How long did it take?"

"Three months but Mycroft is less- less um- Less like Sherlock. Mycroft is always the easier one for love in those two"

"What can I do to gain Sherlock's trust again?" John asked.

"Apologise and take it easy on him" Greg said with a smile, "But we need to get to English"

"Do you know my timetable?" John laughed.

Greg laughed too, "No. I heard Sherlock say"

They both wandered off to English with a smile.

John didn't have time to apologise to Sherlock after English but he was determined to do so after Maths. The bell rang and John was the first out of the classroom. Sherlock was in M1 so he only had to wait for him to come out. John stood outside the classroom door, waiting for what seemed like ages until finally the tall raven haired boy left his Maths classroom.

"Sherlock!" John shouted after him.

Sherlock turned around and snapped at John angrily, "I thought I told you to stay away from me"

"I've come to apologise," John said in a hurry, "I shouldn't have been like that around you, sorry. Um- can we just get along? We don't have to be friends if you don't want to be"

Sherlock looked at John and felt pity on him again. He wasn't sure why but there was part of him really liked John but the other hated him. At the moment the part of him that liked him won.

"Apology accepted" Sherlock said, looking at John.

John smiled, Sherlock was back.

"I suppose you will want to play the weird spot with the ball at break and lunch" Sherlock said, walking out of Maths with John.

"You mean football," John said.

Sherlock rolled his eyes, "Yes I mean that thing. But I'm off to the library, the field is that way" and he pointed to his left.

"Thanks Sherlock!" John shouted as he ran off in the direction Sherlock has pointed.

Sherlock watched John go and muttered, "He's growing on me" then he walked off to the library.

Soooo that's chapter 1. I'll be updating this later in the week :) See you then! Please please review :DDD

-OwlSky15678