I pulled the covers over the head as my mother walked in saying "John, get the fuck up, i told you an hour ago you're already late for school."
I didn't want to start a new school, but she was making me, my bloody father decided to get a new job which meant the whole family had to move to central london. I had lived in Birmingham all my life, i had friends there, and now I was being sent to a private school, in bloody Central London.
Eventually I did get up, but it was so late and my father had to drive me, I hated the man, any time we spent together was either in silence or shouting. I really wasn't in the mood so we drove in silence.
"Try to make friends, it will be easier that way" my father said as i got out of the car. I decided not to take too much ntice of him, i took my bag and slammed the door.
I asked some people where to go and finally I arrived at the main reception. The lady seemed nice enough, she gave me my time table and told some guy next to her to show me around because we had the same lessons.
"Hello John, I'm Sherlock" he said trying to sound cheerful, but I could see how forced it was.
"Yeah whatever, where is our first lesson" I asked impatiently, I really couldn't be bothered, with people.
"Erm, it's over here" his tone changed and he sounded more genuine, angry but genuine and I liked that.
I looked at him more closely, he was tall that was obvious, he towered over evryone in the hallways. He had dark curly hair, it bobbed everytime he took a step, his eyes were icy blue, and somewhat sad, then there were his clothes. He was a student yet he wore a suit, every aspect of this boy confused, and intrigued me.
We walked into an empty science lab, we were 10 minutes early, I grabbed the collar of his shirt, leaned up and kissed him. For a moment he froze, then he started to kiss me back. We stood there for a couple of minutes before coming apart for air. We stared deep into each others eyes and that was when i decided, i didn't need to make friends, just this one.