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It was Monday morning, the first day of the 2nd 9weeks. I was seated in the back. I was pretty popular in the school, but i don't dwell on social status. I was a trouble maker and I didn't give a fuck. I yawn as the announcements are said over the intercom. After the announcements, Ms. Eddins stands up. Mrs. Eddins was the school health teacher. She was old, tall, and lanky. Her curly brown hair made to look like an odd afro.
"Students please welcome our newest addition." She calls out from her place at her desk. The newest student opens the door and walks in. He was very pale and had dark curly hair. He had dark circle around his eyes and was very thin and very tall. His blue-gray eyes had a look of curiosity in them as he looked all the students up and down. He had our uniforms blue over coat completely unbuttoned showing his white undershirt. He had his hands in his pockets.
"My name is Sherlock Holmes." He says nonchalantly.
"Tell us something about yourself." Ms. Eddins says.
"I'm a genius." He says plainly. Everyone blinks taken aback.
"Ok….. Mind me asking if you're eating and sleeping patterns are normal?" Ms. Eddins asks concerned.
"Yes, I do mind. Where do I sit?" Sherlock scoffs. The whole class giggled at Ms. Eddins' offended expression.
"You can sit in the back." She growls pointing to the seat next to me. As he walks to his seat he eyes every student he passes up and down. He finally makes it to his new seat. I reach my hand out to him.
"I'm John Watson." I say with a smile. He blinks with confusion, but then grabs my hand. He looks me up and down, and says the most surprising thing.
"Afghanistan or Iraq?" He asks, making me gasp.
"Afghanistan. How did you k-" I begin, but am pegged in the head with a tennis ball.
"Class is starting, John." Ms. Eddins says in a sing song kind of way.
"Bitch." I mumble, and smile at hearing Sherlock giggle at what I said. I pull out a sheet of paper and begin to write.
So all knowing one what else do you know?
I place the note on his desk. He opens it and smiles deviantly. He writes on the paper and sends me back the note.
I know that you live with your brother. That you two don't get along too well, maybe because he's a drunk or constantly has domestic's with his wife. I'm sorry for the loss of your father too.
I look at him wide eyed and he just smiled at me smugly.
How do you know all that?
I write back. He scribbles down something and passes the note back.
Your haircut says Soldier's son. You have an ANTI ALCOHOL sticker on your binder. A picture of your parents with two very young boys in the front cover of your binder, it's something you treasure. It is an old one, so this states that it's the only, or last, picture of one of the parents. I would say mother because you're wearing your father's dog tags that say his death date to be two years ago.
"Amazing!" I couldn't help but say aloud. Ms. Eddins glares at me. I quickly write my 'amazing' down and send the note back to Sherlock. He smiles and writes on the note and sends it back to me.
You think so?
I laugh. Write my reply and send it back.
Yes! That was extraordinary quite extraordinary!
He smiles a bright smile at me, then scribbles something and passes the note back.
That's not what people usually say
I raise an eyebrow.
What do they usually say?
He writes on the paper quickly and then it was back to me.
Piss off
We laugh as the bell rang. We stand up and gather our things.
"Do you know where Mr. Walters's class is?" he asks me.
"Yea, it's my next class." I say with a smile and lead him up to Medical Interventions.
"Ok, class today we are checking blood pressure. Grab a partner, a computer, and the blood pressure cuffs and follow the directions on this paper." Mr. Walters says passing out the sheets. Mr. Walters was very young and short. He always had a pen behind his ear.
"John! Let's be partners." Sarah says to me. She wasn't anything special. She wasn't the prettiest, nor the smartest. I shake my head.
"Sorry, I'm Sherlock's." I say avoiding her. She frowns, and unhappily partners up with the creepy Mortician's daughter, Molly. Throughout the class both Sarah and Molly kept staring over at our table. Molly stared at Sherlock while Sarah stared at me.
"Ohhh! First day here and you already have an admirer. You Casanova you!" I tease nudging Sherlock as he released my cuff.
"What? Who?" He asks confused.
"Over there." I say pointing over to Molly.
"Not my area." He says after one glance at her.
"Ohhhh. Your." He glares at me. "It's fine." I say.
"I know its fine." He says getting defensive.
"I'm just saying it's ALL fine." I say putting my hands up in a passive aggressive way.
"Ok….. Thank you." Sherlock says blushing slightly. How cute. I think to myself, but force myself away from that thought.
"So, do you have a girlfriend?" Sherlock asks me as I restart the LabView program.
"No, not really. I date a lot, but I'm unattached." I say putting the cuff on him and begin to pump the pump. I see him wince and become concerned. "You ok?" I ask concern dripping from my tone.
"Yea. I just really hate these cuffs. I feel like it's cutting my circulation off." He says glaring at the cuff. I giggle and earn myself a glare. "Well, that Sarah girl really likes you." Sherlock says changing the subject.
"I know. She's ok and all. I just don't feel like being with her for long periods of time." I say releasing his cuff. He then gives a sigh of relief and I started giggling again.
"Maybe you'll meet someone you will want to be with for a while. They will have to keep you on your toes and be interesting." He says with a smile. I smile and nod. He already knows me so well.
"If it makes you feel any better, shots freak the shit outta me." I laugh gaining a smile from him.
"What do you have third? I have History with Scuzzaro." He asks me. I couldn't help, but smile at the coincidence.
"Me too! I'll lead you there." I say picking up my things as the bell rang. We walk into Scuzz's and sit at the back of the group of four desks clumped together. He was sitting next to me.
"May I sit here?" Molly asks shyly.
"N-" Sherlock begins, but I cut him off.
"Sure." I say with a smile. He just glared at me as I give him a defiant smile.
"'Ey, man!" My friend Mark says. Mark was very short and had brown wavy hair. He was missing half of his front tooth which made him look kind of like a crack head. He was obviously stoned as hell.
"Hey, Mark! This is Sherlock." I introduce. Sherlock ignores Mark.
"He seems like an asshole." Mark says blatantly.
"He's new, leave him alone." I defend. Mark soon gets up and joins his other friends at the table I used to sit at.
"Don't mind him." I say to Sherlock and he nods in reply.
"Soooooo, Sherlock? Where did you go to school before here?" Molly asks shyly. He ignored her. In fact he ignored her through almost the whole class.
"Um, Sherlock? Would you-" She starts.
"What? What do you want?" Sherlock says quite annoyed.
"I- I was just wondering if you'd like to have some coffee at lunch…" She says frowning.
"Sure. Black, 6 sugar packs. I'll be sitting around John. Thanks." He says standing up with his stuff and leaving her bewildered. I quickly get up and follow him.
"She was asking to have coffee with her." I say twirling my lunch box.
"I know." He says plainly. I sit down at my usual lunch table and Sherlock sits across from me.
"Do you ever eat?" I ask noticing he didn't have a lunch.
"It slows down the thought process." He replies. I scoff. What would you be thinking about at lunch? Soon my closest friends began to sit around us. First being Kandice. She was very short, but very hot. She had large breasts and a nice ass. She played video games and cursed like a sailor. She had long brown hair and sparkly brown eyes. Soon her boyfriend showed up. His name was Corey. Both were stoners. Corey was also short, same size as me. He had thick brown hair, which was made thick from losing it when he went through chemo for his leukemia. Soon Mark and Clint showed up. Clint was very tall, taller than Sherlock. He was a ginger and was always high. Sherlock soon started coming out of his shell. He laughed and joked around with us instead of acting all emo like he had in Scuzz's class. That's when the second and third newest students started making a scene. Rick Anderson and Sally Donovan.
"You!" Rick shrieks pointing a shaky finger at Sherlock, who just yawns. "You, DICKWEED! You got me expelled!" He yelled.
"Me too!" Sally adds.
"I did no such thing. It's not my fault you have terrible aim. Your punch was so easy to dodge too bad Mr. Dimmick was behind me. A shame really." Sherlock says smugly. "Our principal." He explains to us bystanders.
"Why you-!" Anderson starts.
"Don't talk out loud; you lower the IQ of the whole school." Sherlock says. Anderson growls. I bust out laughing.
"He was our schools favorite psychopath!" He retorts.
"I'm not a psychopath, Anderson. I'm a high-functioning sociopath. Do your research." Sherlock says looking disappointed. Anderson glares and stomps out of the lunch room, Sally following behind.
"Oh my god, Sherlock! You're killing me!" I manage between my fits of laughter. He smiles at me and giggles. Soon Mark and Clint get up and leave to do something. After they left Sherlock was back to the way he was when we first met.
"I'm not a people person." He explains. "At my old school everyone thought I was a freak." He laughs, but I can see it had hurt him.
"You're odd, but not a freak. I think you're pretty cool." I complement. The bell rings and we accompany each other to our lockers. "What do you have next?" I ask him.
"Anatomy with Mrs. King." He says. I smile and lead him to OUR next class.
"We have all the same classes!" I laugh. "What other classes you have? I have English with Mrs. McCombs, then Algebra 2 with Mr. Kelleher, and then Spanish with Mrs. Leopard." I say excitedly.
"I have all classes with you except seventh. I have Forensics and Crime Investigation with Ms. Lestrade." He says.
"Ms. Lestrade? Like DI Lestrade's wife?" I ask surprised.
"No, his sister. She is much more intelligent." He explains. I nod and pull out a piece of paper and begin writing notes as the Pediatric Cardiologist began to talk to our class. I couldn't stop glancing at Sherlock. He had a feminine feel about him, he was quite handsome too, like an angel. His eyes sparkled just perfectly when he smiled. He was breath taking. I was knocked out of my trance by the bell. I had been so caught up with my staring a whole class went by. Sherlock and I walked to our next class and laughed about my zoning. I didn't tell him what had me zoning though.
"Choose a partner. You have to write a play. It can be about anything. You will have to use these literary aspects." Mrs. McCombs says passing out sheets of papers. She was chunky and wasn't a very good teacher. She was very lazy and always talked with the snobby rich kids thinking she was cool. I look at Sherlock and he looks at me, it was a silent agreement to be partners again.
"What do you want to write about? It has to be 10 min long." I ask him.
"Just leave the writing to me; I have a gift for it. Just create characters. Be detailed with their personality and relationships." He says excitedly. I laugh.
"What do you NOT have a gift for! That's good though my strong suit is creating characters and things of that nature. How many do we need?" I smile.
"12. I'll do 6 and you will do 6 and, since you're not a COMPLETE idiot, you can help with the lines." He says smiling that charming smile. I quickly begin writing out my characters.
Jeff Nateson- 34 Male. Stuck up rich guy. Calls everyone peasants. Married to Cindy Nateson. Mistress is Kim Stevenson.
Cindy Nateson- 30 Female. Stuck up rich girl. Calls everyone Vermin. Married to Jeff Nateson has a secret son named Jess Street.
Kim Stevenson- 25 Female. Middle class. Sweet girl. Cook for the Natesons.
Mia Norton- 29 Female. Maid for the Natesons. Very snotty to everyone. Speaks Spanish when angry.
Jess Street- 18 Male. Emo guitarist. Secret son of Cindy Nateson.
Corey Sims- 33 Male. Guard for Nateson Estate. Polite and kind.
I smile at my choice of characters. I show them to Sherlock.
"Very well done! I like them a lot. They will do very nicely." He says looking at me with admiration. I smile back being filled with a feeling of accomplishment. He looks at everyone like their stupidity makes him sad. So this look he is giving me is one I shall cherish. He shoves his paper towards me, willing me to read them.
Sherry Nigh- 25 Female. 6"2'. Dark hair and eyes. Very intelligent. Married to John Nigh. Is pregnant.
John Nigh- 27 Male. 5"2'. Blond hair blue eyes. Above average in intelligence. Married to Sherry Nigh.
Carol Sevant- 30 Female. 5"11'. Brown hair brown eyes. Cop.
Nate Jordonson- 22 Male. 6". Farmer.
Katy Sign- 20 Female. 4"11' Talented in singing.
George Simmons- 24 Male 5"3' Lawyer.
I laughed at how precise he was. Sherlock pulls out a sheet of paper and begin to write. We decided on an And Then There Were None plot. He had a strange obsession with murder. We both excitedly made lines to our play. I was quite excited. The bell rang and we walked to Mr. Kelleher's room. He sits by me again, and I'm quite ok with that. Sarah, on the other hand, was not happy at all. I really didn't give a fuck though.
"Sarah's been glaring at me all day…" Sherlock points out without even glancing at her. I laugh.
"She's just jealous cause I have a new friend." I say to him. He tilts his head looking quite confused.
"You consider me a friend?" He asks making me laugh loudly.
"Of course! I just spent a whole day with you. You're fuckin awesome!" I say loudly.
"Language!" Mr. Kelleher warns. He was a young man with dark hair. He seemed to make all the girls swoon. Although, he was a lousy math teacher. I cross my arms and pout as Sherlock snickers at me. I was so glad to get out of Kelleher's class when the bell rang. I said goodbye to Sherlock and walk into Spanish. We watched a movie called Casi Casi. My mind quickly drifted off to dangerous territory. All I could think of was Sherlock. His beautiful blue-gray eyes, his perfect smile, his curly hair that I wanted to tug at while- I shake my head trying not to go down that ally during class. What's wrong with me? My mind yells. I've never met someone so interesting. I want to know him more. Soon the bell rings and I pick up my things and head for the parking lot. On my way there I see Sherlock sitting on a bench reading a book. I guess he has someone pick him up. I think to myself. After five min of traffic I finally come back to the place where Sherlock sat. Something inside me told me to take him home. So I pulled my red Mazda 6 over to the closest curb.
"Do you need a ride home?" I ask. He looks up confused.
"John?" He says still a little confused. "My brother will be here at 7." He says.
"7? Get your ass in here. That is 5 hours away!" I say surprised. He stands up and gathers his things.
"Are you sure?" He asks before opening the passengers door.
"Of course!" I laugh. He opens the door and jumps in. He pulls out his phone and dials a number.
"Mycroft. I no longer need you for transport." He says in a monotone voice and hangs up. "Do you know where Baker Street is?" He asks me.
"Yea. Do you live on Baker Street?" I ask him. My house was only a block away from there.
"No. Best point to start instructing you to my home." He says plainly. I nod and begin to drive towards Baker Street. We talk about how his first day went. When we arrive at Baker Street he points at a flat.
"I'm going to live there eventually. I know the landlady, Mrs. Hudson. She owes me a favor. A few years back, her husband was sentenced to death in Florida. I was able to help out. But my brother would constantly bother me so I will need a flat mate first." He says determined.
"You stopped her husband from being executed?" I ask.
"Oh, no, I ensured it." Sherlock says waving to Mrs. Hudson. "Take a left." He instructs. After several turns and curves we came up to a large mansion. "Welcome to Holmes Manor." He says pointing to the large building. My jaw was slack from the mere sight of the magnificent structure. I pull up to the front of the building and let him out. "Thanks for the ride." He says smiling and waving at me. I wave good bye and hope to god I can find my way home. After getting lost several times I finally make it home. I walk up the stairs passing my drunken sister and pass her crying wife and collapse on my bed. I turn on my radio and fall fast asleep.
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