This is my first time writing a Johnlock fanfiction. I am a big fan of sexual tension so expect a lot of that. This chapter is much shorter than the others are going to be because it's a pilot. I want to know that people like where It's going. Please review so I can make the other chapters good as well. Xx.
I do not own Sherlock or any of its characters
A sigh of relief rippled through the classroom of 2B as the bell rang, signaling the end of classes for the day. John Watson cracked an eyelid and unstuck his face from the desk he had been sleeping on. The rest of the class had already more or less filed out leaving him sitting bleary eyed in his chair. Yawning, he leaned back and ran his hands through his hair gazing across the school grounds. Baker's school for boys was located in the beautiful English countryside, near a small town. It was specifically a school for troubled boys. Boys who were bullied, couldn't behave, or just didn't fit in right. John had been sent to Baker's school for boys because he had been bullied for, liking boys a little too much. Of course no one at Bakers knew this. From the moment he arrived he had made a point to tell everyone that he has been kicked out of his old school for roughing up a couple of students.
A sudden thudding sound jumped him out of his sleepy state and left him looking around. A flurry of unfamiliar dark hair and pale skin told John that he was looking at the new student. The young man was hunched over silently in a corner picking up the avalanche of books that had just cascaded off of his desk onto the floor. He was surrounded by a couple of the bigger boys in the class, one of them nodded at him, this was he blondes cue to join them. He stood and slouched across the room. As much as John hated being involved in hazing new students, he found it to be a stress reliever.
Just as the dark haired boy had gathered all of his books into his arms one of the bigger boys nudged John who kicked the books to the floor again. Seconds later he stumbled back by the metaphorical force of the glare that met him. This was his first time seeing the new student's face and it was…indescribable. John had a type and luckily for his libido there weren't any boys currently attending Baker's school for boys who fit his 'qualifications.' The young man's face was pale and angled; he had high, defined cheekbones and a cupids bow that could have shot John dead if it had wanted to. And, Gods, those eyes framed by dark curls. Not only were these eyes a piercing ice blue, they also held such an indescribable intelligence. And John was breathless.
"Sherlock Holmes? What kind of a name is that?" the bigger boy named Marcus spat out pushing him into his own pile of books... John mouthed the name. Sherlock stayed silent and stared at the floor. Marcus snorted and elbowed his other goonish friend, "Let's go Chris…this little faggot isn't any fun." Chris spat at the figure on the floor flecking his cheek with spittle and followed the other boy out of the room, "Watson! You coming?"
"Yeah," John croaked, "I'll be there in a minute." Sherlock had finished picking his books back up and stood slinging his satchel over his shoulder. He was a great deal taller than John, who found himself helplessly reaching up to wipe the spittle off of the cheek. "I know you're not a faggot, "he murmured.
"NO!" the brunette's voice was scathing as he slapped John's hand away. "Not like you!" and with that he walked briskly from the classroom leaving John alone.