I'm glad you guys noticed the Harry Potter reference in the last chapter haha! Yep, I'm also a Potterhead so I might sneak in a few HP references here and there :) Here's the second chapter, forgive me if I don't post chapter three tomorrow because I have finals next week! I promise to a new chapter a Wednesday. Comments are appreciated!

Sherlock rushed to his dorm building as soon as he finished his last class of the morning. He practically ran to his dorm and slammed the door behind him as soon as he entered.

He couldn't stop thinking about his teacher.

Dr. Watson, to be specific. How pathetic does that sound?

It's not like Sherlock never had a crush on someone before. He actually was attracted to a few of his peers during his junior year of high school, but he dismissed the feelings as nothing but petty little crushes. He was 15 at the time and was raging with hormones, so it made sense that he felt somewhat attracted to some people.

Even if those people were boys.

He only knows the teacher for a day, heavens, not even for a few hours; why in the world would he be attracted to him? Sure, Dr. Watson was quite the looker but he was probably married.

Or even worse, straight. He looked like he was in his late twenties, surely he would be settled down with a wife and maybe a kid or two. It would be best if Sherlock forgot about these feelings.

A loud noise snapped Sherlock out of his little daydream.

He turned around and came face to face with another boy his age. This boy sat on one of the beds in the dorm and had a laptop open in his lap. He stared at Sherlock.

"Hello, you must be Sherlock." He said, smiling.

"Depends on who's asking," Sherlock responded, walking over to a chair. He sat down and crossed his arms.

The guy chuckled. "Yeah, Jeremy warned me about you. I'm Christopher, you can call me Chris. I'll be your roommate this year. I'm actually Jeremy's brother."

"Oh?"

"Yeah," he said, setting his laptop beside him. "Don't worry; I'm not a bully like him. I'm the nice brother."

Sherlock cocked his head. "Are you now?"

"Yeah, I'm not rude like my brother. Anyways, we're going to be sharing a dorm for the next year so we might as well get to know each other."

"I suppose," was Sherlock's short answer. He looked closely at Christopher and hummed silently.

"What, are you going to deduce me?"

"Deduce you?" Sherlock said slyly. "Why, I would do no such thing."

The boy stared at Sherlock and nodded. "You're interesting all right. I'm already appealed."

"What is that supposed to mean?"

He chuckled and started typing on his laptop. "Jeremy was right, you're really cute."

Sherlock gaped at him and stuttered. "Excuse me?"

Christopher laughed and shook his head. "He never did tell you, did he? The little bitch! He actually liked you, all those years in high school. I told him to tell you, but he never did."

Sherlock fumed and wanted to scream. What the hell does that mean? All those four years? All those years he got pushed into the bathroom stalls, all those times he was punched and beaten and ridiculed in front of his peers; the little bastard liked him?!

Sherlock was no expert in emotions and love and subjects of the sort but he was sure that when someone liked a person, they did everything they could to please them. Not hurt them!

Sherlock took a few deep breaths and smiled stiffly at Christopher. "You have no idea what he did to me in high school, do you?"

Christopher frowned and shook his head.

"Yeah, I didn't think so." He walked over to his side of the dorm and took out a piece of chalk from his coat. He drew a line dividing the room in two and when he finished, he sighed contently, satisfied with his work.

"This," he said pointing to the line he just drew on the floor, "is my side of the room. And that," pointing to the other line, "is your side. Do not touch my stuff, do not approach my respective side of the dorm. I am only allowed to cross over to use the loo or get out, same goes for you. When Jeremy or one of your girlfriends come over, they are only allowed on your side. I will know if somebody touches my things. Yes?"

Christopher blinked a few times. "Yes mother."

"Good then," Sherlock said as he walked towards the door. "I'm going out. I have my own key so if you hear the door open, it's probably me."

And with that, he closed the door and walked towards the main grounds.

Sherlock felt like he should have been nicer to the fellow...but what was done was done. He didn't really know how to socialize and make friends and he might have come off as rude to Christopher, but that was his way of telling him that he recognized that he would have to live with him for a year and that it didn't bother him to much.

As for Jeremy, Sherlock didn't care. He didn't have any courses with him and he will certainly refuse any advances brought on by him. Really, how absurd it was that-

He didn't look where he was going and bumped into someone, sending boxes and papers flying.

"I'm sorry, I wasn't looking where I was going," he quickly apologized, bending over to pick a document up. He straightened up and came face to face with Dr. Watson.

He was carrying two boxes and had a few papers in his hands, and he looked overwhelmed.

"Oh, it's alright...Sherlock, is it?" he said, thanking him as he was handed the papers.

Sherlock's mouth went dry and he nodded quickly. He wanted to hand Dr. Watson his things and just walk away, but his mind wasn't working properly. His mind was a bit fuzzy and he didn't know what to say.

"Uh, yes." was what came out of his mouth. As soon as the words were out, he mentally cursed himself for saying that. How stupid did he sound right now?!

Dr. Watson hummed. "Yes, I thought so, I recognized your face. It's not everyday you see someone like you."

Sherlock frowned. "What does that mean?"

It was Dr. Watson's turn to stutter. "What I meant was, I've never seen someone as tall and structurally defined as you are. Very high cheekbones."

Sherlock stared at the teacher and didn't know what to say. He felt like he was at the top of a roller-coaster and he was about to fall. Was this a compliment?

"Are you complementing me on my face, Dr. Watson?" Sherlock asked. He watched as the teacher stuttered even more and shifted his weight from one foot to the other.

"I meant-" Dr. Watson sighed deeply. "Nevermind. If you have nothing to do right now, would you please help me carry these boxes here to the lab? I'm afraid I'm not as strong as I figured I would be."

"Yes, of course," came Sherlock's eager reply. He felt strange agreeing to help him carry the boxes; but the lab wasn't that far, and he didn't have anything to do.

He took a box and began walking towards to Science department building along with Dr. Watson. It was around 5 in the afternoon and a warm breeze was blowing through.

"I've heard about you, you know." the teacher said, looking at Sherlock. He said it like it was the easiest thing to say.

Sherlock on the other hand seemed uneasy. "What have you heard?"

"A lot of things. Seems like we have a young detective on our hands here. Our very own detective in the school, hm?"

"Oh, um, yes. I suppose." he said, blushing slightly. That was definitely a compliment, wasn't it?

They arrived at the building and Dr. Watson unlocked the door. He walked ahead and Sherlock couldn't help but notice he walked with a slight limp. It wasn't very visible, but Sherlock noticed even the slightest things. He wanted to question him about it but felt like it would be rude of him to ask.

"How's your first day of classes going?" the teacher asked as they headed towards the stairs. "Have you gotten lost already?"

"It's going alright," Sherlock answered. "No, I familiarized myself with my surroundings earlier, so I never got lost...yet."

"Yet?"

"Yet."

Dr. Watson smiled, and when they arrived in front of his classroom he unlocked the door. He set the documents on the table and pointed to where Sherlock should drop the boxes.

"Thanks for the help, Sherlock." the teacher said.

Sherlock's cheeks and neck turned a lovely shade of pink and he looked away. "No problem."

"I'm looking forward to being your biology and anatomy teacher this year. I've seen your grades from your past high school; they're excellent."

"T-thank you."

The teacher smiled again and turned toward his desk. "Well, you probably have something to do now, so I won't hold you any longer. I'll see you tomorrow then."

Sherlock nodded and turned to walk out. Before he did so, he turned towards the man and cleared his throat.

"Dr. Watson?" he asked.

The teacher looked up from his papers. "Yes?"

"...Afghanistan?" Sherlock asked.

Dr. Watson looked surprised. He blinked a few times and stared at Sherlock quizzically. Finally, he nodded slowly.

"Yes," he admitted. "...how?"

Sherlock smiled softly and opened the door. He walked back towards his dorm and left a very dazed and confused Dr. Watson back in the building.

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