Chapter 1: Room 208

You know that feeling you get when you meet someone and it just click in a way where it just feels right? Me neither. I've never been able to understand girls like that, so caught up in fantasies that they can't see what right in front of them. That's quite enough about me though. I want to focus on that sensation when something clicks in a relationship so quickly that you don't realize it's there. The closest I had to that took long to form and I don't know if its even blossomed yet. You know when you meet someone with the perfect facade that makes you jealous? That's so far from what I mean. I mean when you meet a person and you can pick out their flaws easily, but they kind of form this sculpture with bumps and dents that just make you smile. Now that's more the way I'm going with this. I meant someone like that and I never want him to change. He's so perfectly imperfect. Everything make sense around him most of the time, but now that's changed and I need to make a decision. The hardest decision of my life that will affect both of us. So please sit and listen for a while. To the most important year of my life. I need all of you to help me.

As I walked my unkempt locks flew dramatically in the wind. I sighed at how the day was going o far and looked for a distraction on the way to school. Cat on the fence? Nope. How about the tree shaped cloud? Hell no. What about that condom wrappe-, Seriously? I'm never looking for distractions on the way to school again. I sighed as the giant school came into full view and walked through the gates.

The first year of high school has sucked thus far. I don't even want to go into detail of how much I hate my life, and I can't seeing a the bell is about to ring. I need to make some changes. Start a conversation, stalk someone, anything to make me feel more alive. I drone on everyday with nothing to show I'm different. I want the world to hear me, really anyone to hear me.

As the day droned on everything went through one ear and out the other and I wanted nothing more than to get out. Surprisingly I didn't leave right after school. I was drawn to a room I had never been in on the top floor of our school. One way was the roof and the other a room marked: 208. What the hell. I thought as I opened the creaking door slowly.

What I saw was not expected yet it didn't freak me out. It was a medium sized room with a couple of desks but it looked like it had been through hell AND the apocalypse. The room was dim, only natural lights bleeding in through the windows, the desks usually wooden and full of light were scraped and cracked. Is that blood? I thought leaning in my nose scrunching up. Everyone else didn't seem to be coming up here so I found a dusty corner and sat.

I took out my headphones and started to listen to listen to Sugar, We're Going Down by Fall Out Boy. A frown fixed itself on my face as I took out my razors and pulled my sleeve up revealing old marks. I began cutting over old marks reopening them. I sat there for what felt like hours but was only 15 minutes. I didn't realize another figure entering the room.

"What would your parents think finding you dead here?"

I shot up, a shiver going through my spine. I looked up to see beautiful blue eyes staring into mine, emotionless. The boy had very childlike features, big blue doe eyes, messy dark hair, and skin that look soft to the touch, though his bone structure was sharp. The look on his face was quite the opposite of childish, cold, calculating, altogether he looked very mature even though you could tell he was a teenager.

"I'm not trying to kill myself. You would be able to tell if I was."

I snapped back after a few long moments.

"Mara, since you asked so politely."

I added sarcastically with a slight smirk. His face mirrored mine as he rested against one of the desks. The playful look in his face made him look much more like the child I knew he was. The curiosity was always there dancing across his eyes. He made his way towards me sticking his hand out which I just raised an eyebrow at. He let it drop to his side rolling his eyes though the smirk there.

"Holmes. Sherlock Holmes."

That whole scene played out continuously in my mind a I lied in my bed. I successfully talked to someone at that god forsaken school. He didn't seem stuck up or flat out rude, he was very blunt though. He was unique, I couldn't help but smile at the boyish grin appearing on his face every couple of minutes. I needed to know him more. In the time period we talked he didn't really say anything.

As my eyes closed I knew what I had to do. I will see what it's like in that mind of yours, Holmes. I will learn what's behind those beautiful eyes. I let a giggle fall from my lips, feeling happier than usual. This was a change a strange yet wonderful change.

I walked to school today with a hop in my step and a wicked grin on my face. I got a text from him 3 hours before school starts telling me to meet him in the room, I quickly agreed to go. Remember you don't own Sherlock, Mara. I quickly blushed in embarrassment at the thought. (Disclaimer: By the way, like Mara, I do not own BBC Sherlock.) I walk through the gates of the school making my way up all the stairs. Still half asleep it feels like I'm climbing Mount Everest.

Once reaching the room I opened it slowly peeking in. I'm met with the face of a 14 year old but he look more like a bored 6 year old. I gave him a slightly wide eyed blank look as our eyes bored into each others. I could stare at his eyes all day, but he quickly tear his eyes away from mine looking upset.

"What's up your butt today?"

I asked half joking half concerned. He stop rubbing his head to look at me surprised before regaining his composure.

"Tch. Idiot."

I heard hi mumble and walked in further to the room before putting my hands on my hips leaning to one side.

"Excuse me?"

I asked with attitude lacing my voice. I didn't take kindly to rudeness and the sooner Holmes learned this, the better.

"You heard me."

He retorts looking back at me with a raised eyebrow a though it wasn't sassy, but he was literally confused a to why I asked what he said. I looked at him incredulously. I then leant in so our face we're inches apart.

"I want you to look me in the eyes and say it."

I hissed out darkly. He looked fearful for a minute before trying and failing to look unreadable. No more comments were made till leaned back and smiled.

"Good, but seriously are you okay?"

I asked again a bit more softly. I heard mumblings that I couldn't quite make out. I raised my eyebrow knowing he knew exactly what he was doing. He flinched.

"I can't deduce you."

He grumbled, sounding very uncomfortable. I ruffled his hair causing him to grimace.I had no idea what he was talking about but he looked like he needed to be comforted.

"It's okay bud."

Okay so that was a thing. I wanted to keep this chapter short because I wanted to get a feel for the characters and everything. Let me know if you like it and what you think would make it better. since these are teenagers I mean its going to be a bit mature. There will be suicidal themes and it will have heavy topics but mostly funny shenanigans and some themes of romance but we'll talk more about that when we cross that line, if you know what I'm saying. So if you have questions or feedback comment, I don't bite (Most of the time.) See ya later.