Sherlock
Of course, I got into trouble the moment I walked in.
I had no idea what was wrong. I mean, I'd actually turned up today, rather than just skiving off and wandering around London. But that didn't stop my teacher, Mr Lee, from barking at me as soon as I opened the door.
"Sherlock Holmes!" he barked, and I turned to face him, ignoring the rest of the class who were laughing at me. "Yes, sir?" I asked in what I thought was a polite tone that he took as a sarcastic tone. "Don't take that tone with me. Come on, you're needed" he said, gesturing for me to follow him back out of the room. "What've I done this time? I haven't even been here!" I protested as he marched me towards the office. "I know that, Sherlock. And I suppose you have a good reason for why you haven't been here?" he asked, and because I was rubbish at lying, I dove in and told him the truth. "I was bored" I said, which was honestly the truth. He snorted, and started quizzing me on what I'd missed in his lessons. I got each question right, and that just annoyed him. "Smart arse" he muttered, thinking I couldn't hear him. I just raised my eyebrows as he went into the office. I waited outside, thinking he was fetching some kind of slip that would give me detention for a month. I wasn't expecting him to come out with someone else. "This is John Watson. He's new here, and you're his designated helper. He's in all your classes, so that's why you were picked" he said, ushering the boy who was slightly shorter than me forwards. He was thirteen, the same age as me, and his blazer was too big. He looked extremely nervous as the bell rang and I turned to go, expecting him to follow. I paused though, and heard Mr Lee whisper "Careful. He acts like a psychopath sometimes" to John, which I instantly felt insulted by. When were people going to see that I wasn't a psychopath? I was thirteen, for crying out loud. How many thirteen year old psychopaths did you meet? But then, how many thirteen year old sociopaths did you meet?
John stumbled to keep up with me as I strode towards the history block. "Um... so... what was your name again? I... I don't remember..." he said, frowning.
"You don't remember because no one ever told you. My name is Sherlock Holmes" I replied.
"Ok. Sherlock. Right. Unusual name, huh?" he said, and I felt a slight wave of pity towards his attempt at a conversation.
"If you think that's bad, well, my older brother's called Mycroft" I said.
"Your brother? Does he go here?" he asked. I grimaced at the thought of Mycroft, constantly sucking up to the teachers and being an absolute pain most of the time, if not all of it.
"Yeah. He's two years older than me. He's a pain" I said as we lined up outside the history room, the rest of the class eyeing John and me, because it was rare that I would talk to anybody, let alone a new student. We filed in, and John followed me up to the teacher's desk. "This is John Watson. He's new" I said, and Mrs Cooper looked up.
"Yes, yes. Well, John, sit next to Mycroft. Keep him out of trouble" I grimaced. I hated people confusing me with Mycroft. We looked nothing alike apart from similarly coloured eyes.
"I'm Sherlock" I inform her, and she waves us away.
"Yes, that's what I meant" she muttered, and John followed me to my seat at the back nervously.
"Do people always call you Mycroft?" he asked, and I felt myself smirk.
"Not usually. People know he's my brother, of course, but we pretty much stay out of each other's way" I reply.
"Mycroft! Stop talking!" Mrs Cooper barked, and everyone turned to snigger at me.
"I'm sorry Miss, but how do you know Mycroft was talking? He's not in this room, you see" I replied, and her eyes narrowed. "Sherlock. Whatever. You Holmes boys all look the same, and act the same as well. Insufferable know it alls, the pair of you" she muttered, and I raised my eyebrows.
"I'll make sure he knows what you just said" I replied cheerfully, causing her to lose her temper and through a whiteboard pen at me, which completely missed by a long shot. "You should work on your throwing technique" I said. I knew it wasn't the best idea to talk back to a teacher, but it was the only thing keeping me from eternal boredom whilst trapped in the pathetic excuse for a school. "Detention, Mycroft Holmes!" she shouted, and felt John grin beside me.
"If you say so, Miss. I'll let him know" I said.
The only thing was; I now had John following me around like an obedient puppy. At break time, he was following me as I wandered round the field, neither of us attempting to make conversation. "Sherlock!" a familiar voice called, and I groaned, turning to face the boy running towards me. "What?" I asked, irritated. John was staring at him with wide eyes, trying to work out who it was.
"Aren't you going to introduce me?" my brother asked, indicating John with a nod of his head. I sighed.
"This is my brother, Mycroft. This is John Watson, who's new" I replied, and Mycroft shook John's hand.
"Mycroft Holmes. I'm in year eleven, but if you ever need anything, you might find it more efficient to talk to me rather than Sherlock, who usually insults someone with every sentence" he said, and John nodded nervously.
"Oh, by the way, Mrs Cooper's giving you detention" I said, turning away.
"What for? I don't have any lessons with her this term" he said, and I smirked.
"Well, she said "detention for Mycroft Holmes" so I just thought I'd let you know" I replied, striding away with John practically tripping over his feet to catch up with me. He always stayed at least two steps behind me, keeping a wary distance. I was just formulating a theory as to why this was, when he spoke. "Um... Mr Lee earlier, he said you were a psychopath..." he trailed off, looking nervous, and I laughed. "Yeah he did. I heard him. Bless. I'm not a psychopath, though, John, so don't look so worried. I'm a high functioning sociopath. People never manage to distinguish between the two these days" I said, and he looked slightly relieved.
"I'm glad you're not a psychopath" he muttered, half to himself, and I couldn't help but grin.
"I bet you are. Come on, the bell's about to ring, we'd better get to tutor" I said, and he followed me back to the tutor room. Mr Lee looked up when we walked in. "Sherlock, a word outside, please" he said as John took his seat. He watched anxiously as I went outside. "How's John been?" Mr Lee asked, and I shrugged. "Fine" I replied, and he raised his eyebrows.
"I see you haven't abandoned him yet, which I'm going to take as a good sign. He might be a calming influence on you" he said, and I snorted.
"I don't need a calming influence. I'm fine the way I am" I said, heading back inside and to my seat next to John. "You aren't in trouble are you?" he whispered, and I shook my head.
"For once, no. He was just making sure how you were getting on" I replied, and he looked relieved.
"I thought maybe you were in trouble for what happened in history" he said, and I laughed.
"What, with Mrs Cooper? Nah. She can't even tell who I am. And there's no detention slip for me, meaning she has actually written the slip for Mycroft. He'll be annoyed. He always is. He gets more detentions in my name than in his own" I said, and he grinned.
"Doesn't he get annoyed though?" he asked, and I nodded.
"Sure, he gets annoyed. But he goes to the detentions and makes up for whatever it was I did wrong, which in a majority of cases is talking back to the teacher" I told him, and he shakes his head.
"You're amazing" he muttered, and I turned to look at him quizzically because I wasn't sure if he had meant to say that out loud. I kept quiet, but I was secretly pleased by this complement. Hardly anyone ever complimented me like that.
That evening, Mycroft was grumbling about the detention slip he had received that was meant for me. I couldn't help but grin, earning me a kick in the shins. "Mycroft! Do not kick your brother like that!" Mother shouted, and he pouted.
"But he managed to get me in detention! I was meant to have art club tomorrow!" he shouted, and I shrugged. "You shouldn't have been so disruptive in the lesson" I said, which caused him to chase me around the house angrily. My bedroom window was open, and I didn't pause, I just jumped straight out into the tree outside. I'd done it loads of times, and I knew Mycroft wouldn't follow me. He hung out of my bedroom window. "You're an idiot, Sherlock!" he bellowed before storming back inside. I grinned to myself and headed back inside, dropping gently onto the windowsill. When I got back downstairs for tea, Mycroft was telling Mother all about John. "He sounds nice, Sherlock, why don't you invite him round?" she asked. I glared at my brother, who glared back at me smugly. This was his revenge for the detention. "He's not my friend. I don't have friends. He's just the new kid" I said, and Mycroft snorted. "He likes you. I can tell. He wants to be your friend. I reckon he'll be a nice friend for you" he said, and I smacked him across the head.
"I saw that, Sherlock!" Mother warned, but Mycroft merely smirked.
"He's a good boy, Sherlock. It would take an idiot not to see that" he said.