Sorry I didn't get it posted yesterday I have been sick for the past few days. But anyway. Hello! It's me again! I'm going to try to update once every week but I might switch the days around. *Shrug* you never know. I just started Jr. High this year so I'm pretty busy but I'll try my best! I hope you liked the first chapter! So yeah…. I'll stop typing this now because my fingers hurt and I'll actually type something worth reading~

Warning: some bullying and homophobia

I don't own Sherlock, (although I should) sadly.

Chapter 2: Shut it, Freak

'Okay, I'm thinking about him.' 'Describe him to me.' Jim couldn't help but smile, 'he has messy blonde hair; but it's a sandy color, deep blue eyes that could almost destroy a human with a single glance, he is super sweat, loves guns, is incredible se-' Oh fuck. Jim realized what Not-Moran was trying to tell him. 'No,' was all he could manage. 'Okay, now you know why your dreaming about him and why you've been hot every. Time. He. Talks. To. You~' Not-Sebastian sound more seductive than Jim would have liked and he gulped. 'Please don't do that' he whispered. 'Do what, Boss?' Not-so-but-really-should-be-Seb said getting closer to Jim.

Then it all stopped when he heard an annoying noise. The alarm clock. Jim ground and got up but quickly went back under the covers. No, no, no, no, no! I can't have a… that….just from a dream! Please no! Jim sighed and knew it was going to be a terrible day.

Jim got out of bed once he made sure Daniel was fast asleep and scrambled to the bathroom to take care of his little problem. He quickly took a shower and got dressed in his brand new blue Westwood suit. He sighed happily at the feeling of the cool cloth on his skin. He grabbed his brand new expensive backpack and put on his dress shoes. He wanted to get out of there as soon as he could so he didn't run into Seb.

Right when he walked he saw shirtless Sebastian yawning as he walked down the hall. Jim squeaked and stood; unable to move. "Hey Boss. How are you?" Jim felt himself blush. "Uh, hey I'm ready to go… What time does school start?" "Not for another hour. And you can't leave without having breakfast with everyone. Oh, hey I forgot is Danny awake?" Jim shifted awkwardly not look Sebbie in the eyes. "Uh, no I can go wake him up if you want?" "Nah, he'll get up by himself when he wants to. C'mon breakfast time." Seb grab hand and pulled him to the kitchen.

Everyone was sitting at the dining room table except him, Sebbie and Danny. Seb dragged him to an empty seat and sat next to him yawning again. "G'morning everybody." Seb mumble rubbing his eyes. Jim saved that to his memory for future joy. "Good morning, Sebastian," everyone greeted in unison. "Sebastian, how long are you planning to wake up last second so you're tired all through your classes?" Sherlock asked looking at Seb like he was a complete idiot. Don't look at him like that! Jim thought angrily.

"Oh, shut up! I don't get up *yawn* last second…" John giggled and said, "It's not good for you to get so little sleep Seb. Three hours of sleep is unhealthy. You should take better care of yourself." "Tell that to your boyfriend," Seb shot back. "I do, constantly but he's Sherlock. The most stubborn man ever. Sherlock don't look like that, I mean that in the most loving way possible." Sherlock smiled slightly. Jim giggled quietly to himself. After a minute Jim realized Seb was falling back asleep. Jim smiled and reached over to him, "C'mon Sebbie, you need to wake up," gently pulling Seb out of the kitchen; trying to ignore the looks he got from everyone else. He started walking to the bathroom and thank god Seb was too tired to realize what he was doing.

They got to the bathroom and Jim opened the shower curtains and pulled Seb into the shower. He told Seb to stay and then he turned the freezing cold water on. He saw Seb's eyes widen and he looked around urgently but didn't yelp or squeak like Jim was hoping; it would have been cute. Seb's eyes finally set on Jim and he glared. "Did you really do that?" Seb snarled. "Do what Sebbie?" Jim faked innocents hoping Sebbie wasn't too mad at him. Seb sighed but smiled slightly. "I didn't need a shower that badly. You could have at least told me you thought I needed one." Seb joked sarcastically. "Well I didn't want anyone to smell how bad you smell so I sought the easiest solution." Jim grinned.

Seb rolled his eyes and went to his room to get dressed. Ten minutes after Seb went into his room he came out and went to wake up Danny. They both came out of Danny's seconds later with Seb grinning and Danny mumbling about fat people. Everyone laughed and instantly knew how Danny was woken up; Seb sat on him. Then everyone sat down and Mrs. Hudson served pancakes. Everyone ate except Jim, Mycroft and Sherlock. Everyone else ate a lot; minus Seb who didn't eat much before deciding to actually put him stuff in his bag and left to his room.

They all left five minutes before school to get to class. "Hey uh… Boss I can show you to class since we both have math." Seb offered calmly but kindly. "Yay! Thank you Sebbie~" Jim was trying to sound as sweet and childish as possible; hoping that today could still go okay despite the awful start. They both left and walk quietly to math. Jim noticed that the second Seb left the dorm hall he was still calm but the kindness had left; alert in its place. Jim couldn't blame him; being bullied all the time but never being able to fight back. That could kill anyone; or cause them to kill.

They entered math and heard, 'Gay Boy', 'fag' and 'homo' as everyone saw Seb. Seb had gotten slightly ahead of Jim as if saying 'You can chose; join them or stay with us'. Of course Jim caught up to Sebbie as Seb said, "Sorry to burst you little *cough fat cough as cough all cough hell cough* bubble but I'm not gay… I'm bi; I know it might be hard for you to understand but get this; I can be sexually interested in both genders. I know I shouldn't expect you to get it but please; if you're going to try to insult me try not to use facts not your own fantasies." Seb said calmly, not even letting venom come to his voice.

Class was awkward and everyone was whispering. "Seb, I think they're gone gang up on you later," Jim whispered to Seb gesturing at Carl and his group. "Let 'em, I have my gun today too," Seb shrugged. "Seb you aren't going to use it though, what if something happens like last time?" Jim was honestly worried about Seb. Seb snorted, "What you saw was nothing compared to what they usually do; they been trying to see if I cry, yelp or scream since Primary School." Seb said with a little smile as if what he said was funny. "And you haven't told anyone?" "Nah, there's really no point; they'll do it again no matter what; so why the fuck try?" "I don't know, because you are getting hurt and so are your friends?" Jim had deduced the second claim during his and Sherlock's little war.

"We're all fine; it doesn't happen often 'cause we can all fight back easily enough I mostly let it happen that time because I had my gun and I could've killed all of them if I even made an attempt to fight back." "Have you killed someone before?" Jim asked; the way Sebastian had claimed he would've killed them seemed like he knew for a fact. "Uh, eh, kind of?" It came out as a question but Jim knew he was trying to think of a way to explain.

After what felt like an eternity Seb mumbled, "There was this guy about two years ago. I was walking back to the dorms with Molly after trying to choose a birthday present for Irene. This guy came up to us with a gun and told us to give him our shit. I guess I got an adrenaline rush or something 'cause the next thing I knew I had the gun and was pointing it at his head." Seb paused. "I shot without a second thought. Molly had told me it was in self-defense and it was okay, but the thing was I wasn't upset about killing the guy; I was worried about why I didn't think anything of it." Tiger sighed quietly.

"Well as long as both you and Molly are okay then it doesn't matter, right?" Jim asked hopeful to get off the subject soon. Seb looked at him again and smiled slightly, "Yeah I guess."

Sadly Jim and Seb didn't have the same 2nd period; Jim had a free and Seb had P.E. So Jim went off to mentally map the place out. The building was huge; it almost seemed bigger on the inside, almost. So Jim started at the pool. The pool was a giant white tiled room with concrete floors, a pool that could fit a hundred people easily, and happed to have a certain Carl and friends hanging around.

The second Jim entered he was sure he was a dead man. They all looked at him and Carl said, "Hey, wasn't he with the freaks this morning?" "Yeah I think he was," Anderson said. They had all been previously sitting at the edge fully clothed (Thank god) and just hanging out. They all stood up and started walking over to him. Jim stood there wanting to stand his ground for as long as possible.

"So, wanna tell us why you hanging with the freaks?" Carl stood maybe two-three feet away from Jim.

"Not really," Jim tried not to sound too annoyed.

"Well you're gonna."

"No thank you."

"You are going o tell us whether we get it out of you the easy way or the hard way."

"Once again; no thank you."

Jim got punched in the stomach by Carl. Note to self: learn to dodge hits to the stomach.

"I'll ask again; why are you hanging with the freaks?"

"Because I happen to have been place in the same dorm all as them."

"What do you think of them?"

"They aren't bad, just a little… excitable." Jim replied thinking mostly of Sherlock and John.

"Do you like them?"

"I have no reason not to." Not true; he had gotten in a fight with Sherlock, a small one with Greg and one with Irene all in the short time he had known them.

"Who are you with?"

"Excuse me? Are you asking me if I'm single?"

"No! I mean dorms, idiot!"

"Okay, good. I share with this really nice guy named a Daniel."

"Yeah, poor little brother; not only got stuck in the dorms with the freaks but has to hang with them too," Carl snarled with hatred dripping from his voice. "What if he stays with them out of his own free will," Jim asked knowing he was going to get punched again soon. "My brother is smarted than to hang out with those freaks by choice." "What if he likes them? And how exactly could they make him stay with them?" "He doesn't! They're probably threatening him." "Is it so bad for him to like them?" "He can't; there freaks and nothing more!" "Maybe Daniel likes them and enjoys staying with them?" That earned him another punch in the gut. "He's my brother and he hates you!"

"Good for him, but wouldn't he switch dorms with someone else if he hated us so much?" Carl seemed at a loss for words so he said, "Shut it, Freak!" and punched Jim hard in the stomach and they all attacked him; punching and kicking as he hit the ground. He may have been in pain but the only think he could think was: 'My suit is probably ruined'

Suddenly the punched and kicks stopped hitting him but he still heard them. He opened one eye just in time to see Seb punch Carl in the face. That's definitely going to leave a mark. Sebastian walked over and put a gentle hand on Jims shoulder. "Are you okay, Jim?" "Yeah I'm fine Sebbie," Jim noticed his voice sounded like he had been crying for hours. "C'mon, let's get you to the nurse." Seb picked Jim up bridal style before Jim could protest. They walk like that to the opposite side of the school to the nurse.

The entire time Jim was blushing and red and he knew it. "Fucking fuck fuck," Jim mumbled when they got to the nurse's office. "Uh, What?" Seb looked at Jim for the first time in there 'walk' and saw he was red. "Just aimless cursing Sebbie. Hey, why are you staring at me?" Jim knew exactly why; he was bright red and it was weird. "You're all red. Are you sick?" "I did just get beaten up, in case you forgot Sebastian," Jim mentally smiled at the excuse.

Seb knew that wasn't it, there was something in his eyes… but he wasn't going to pry. "M'kay C'mon let's get you inside," Seb grinned. Jim was diagnosed totally fine except for a few (A fuck ton) of bruises.

They went back to the dorm hall and the first person to see them was Sherlock, great. "Wha…? Ah, Carl and his group of idiots." And with that he left; probably back to john. "Yeah, Greg get me food!" Seb yelled after a quick glance at the kitchen. "*sigh* Seb can't you make your own food?" Greg said walking into the kitchen and starting to cook some form of food. "I can but I'm not gonna. Don't you know why you're my best friend here?" "Because me, you and John have been friends for years?" Greg asked knowing the theory would be shot down. "No. You're my friend because you make food for me. John doesn't, although you both have been my friends for years; you forgot about Molly," Seb said waving a finger at Greg although he wouldn't be able to see it because he was in a different room.

"Oh yeah. Molly was with us too, huh?" Seb sighed. He turned to the slightly confused Jim and said, "Me and Greg were friends since (I'm not even going to try to figure out the school thing in England! –Lucy) 1st grade, then Molly came in 5th; most boys didn't hang out with girls but she didn't have friends so we hung out with her, after that John came in 6th, Then Irene in 8th, Ashlyn (Anthea) in 9th, Sherlock and Mycroft in 10th, and you and Dan this year; 11th.

Jim smiled, "So I am part of your group of friends?" "Course, you stayed all day even though you knew how the rest of the school treats us," Seb beamed. "Geez Sebbie; I think if you smile any more that face of yours will split in two," Jim giggled. "Gee, thanks," Sebastian thanked sarcastically before fully sprawling over 'his' couch. Jim was sitting in Mrs. Hudson's chair right now because it was next to Seb's couch.

"Sebbie, sarcasm is not appreciated." "We've told him that every day for years Jim and look at him; does he look like he's gonna change any time soon?" Greg asked entering the room with two bowls of pasta. "No." I ate two days ago. Hmm maybe I should eat… just so I can have a totally-not-so-awkward conversation with Sebbie! Greg handed both of them food.

"Hey guys!" Danny called walking in. It's the middle of the day *Glance at watch* its 3rd period why is everyone here? Do they all have a free? "Aren't you guy supposed to be in class?" Jim asked once Danny, Greg, Him and Seb were all sitting down with pasta. "Uh, everyone in this dorm hall gets a free cause after a few years the principle realized that we will all skip 3rd period if we don't have a group free. We also all have the same lunch for the same reason." Greg shrugged.

"So that is why I have two free periods in a row?" Jim mumble; mostly to himself. "Yup. After food wanna actually look around?" "Sure first can w-" Jim started but was cut off by a very unhappy sounding Sherlock. "Where is my fat brother?" "Him and Ashlyn had a meeting with the rest of the school government today," Greg informed him. "Sherlock calm down. Hey guys what are we doing?" John asked taking Sherlock's hand.

"We're gonna show Jim around as a group so he doesn't get cornered. You coming?" Seb asked handing his empty bowl of past to Greg. John and Sherlock looked at each other with silent communication and then John nodded. "Yeah we'll go." "Cool, want some pasta?"

They all ate pasta for the next few minutes then Greg, Danny, Jim, John, Sherlock and Sebastian all left to give Jim the tour.

"This is the detention room. You may spent a lot of time here if you're with us," Greg said pointing at a door. "This is the science lab… Sherlock is technically not allowed in here but he goes in anyway," John said looking at Sherlock.

It took the rest of the break to get the tour.

Jim sighed; He was going to math now. When he walked in he saw Sherlock in the front of the room and no one in any of the seats next to him. Jim walked over and sat to Sherlock's right. "Hey Shirley~" "Don't call me Shirley. Hello Jim" Just then the teacher Mr. Stanford walked in. "Hello today class, how is everyone?" "Mike you ask that question every day and no one ever answers, do you really think someone will answer today?" Sherlock questioned just to be annoying.

"Sherlock please be respectful." "You also say that every day and I never am." "*sigh* Alright class so….." Mike droned on and on about how to do what in something involving math neither Jim nor Sherlock paid attention to.

"Mike, you may have noticed but you did that wrong; the six goes over to the seven not the five," Jim corrected about ten minutes into class. "Oh, right yes. Can anyone answer this for me?" After he fixed that problem he pointed to another. "3,406.27," both Jim and Sherlock said boredly at the same time. "Very good, how about this one?" "-.33 repeated," Jim said really fast before Sherlock could.

The rest of math was a competition between Sherlock and Jim.

When lunch came round he went to the lunch room with the lunch Mrs. Hudson packed for him. He walked into the room to see everyone from his dorm hall sitting at a table in the middle of the room. With a sigh Jim walked over to them, "Hello everyone." "Hey Boss," Seb patted the seat next to him before continuing his conversation with Irene about something or another.

Jim smiled and sat down next him.

Lunch had a lot of minor arguments and jokes; Jim had never felt like he was a part of anything; until now. He loved hanging out with everyone; they explained all there jokes to him and made fun of each other, while still being able to laugh and talk about serious stuff. They also helped each other with homework and half way through lunch they all had finished their homework with some helping others. The way they all worked together and shared and even cheered each other up; was like they were a family and they were inviting Jim to join their very messed up –but still amazing- family, Which Jim gladly joined.

The rest of the day went by quickly with little incidents. When Jim got back to the dorm hall Irene was sitting on, and I mean on top of, the T.V... Her back was facing Jim and she was sitting so she could see the back of the T.V. "May I ask what you are doing on top of the television?" Irene glanced at him briefly before saying, "Sherlock broke it and I'm trying to fix it." "Do you know HOW to fix it?" Jim asked knowing the answer would be a no. "I got it last time but technically? No, I just got lucky and and it turned on." "*Sigh* let me help then."

Jim walked over to her and sat next to the T.V and Irene moved so she was laying on it.

They sat like that for the next hour trying to fix the damn T.V. Every once in a while someone would come in and comment about how they were sitting. John came ion when Jim had had to stand up and reach over Irene for something and he had said, "Hey guys I'm- Whoa! Guys this is the living room!" What had definitely not helped the situation was that Irene happen to have been wearing only a bra and a pair of shorts (Jim honestly not even noticed Danny had said something ten minutes before John cam in). We had denied anything happening and told him about the T.V and he had sighed (in relief I may add) and went to his room.

They FINALLY fixed the T.V and Jim left to his room and Irene sat on the couch waiting for Molly.

Jim walked into his room and actually finished putting his clothes and everything away while making quiet conversation with Daniel.

They rest of the day was: finishing his room, dinner, hanging with everyone, dessert, watching T.V with everyone, homework, shower and get ready for bed. Jim got into bead and pulled out a book and read.

Jim smiled to himself as he fell asleep; today hadn't been such a terrible day after all.

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