John trudged into school. He wasn't sure how he felt. He had mixed emotions. Half of him wanted to see Mary, the other half of him didn't. What if she broke up with him? What if she didn't talk to him at all? He didn't know what to think.

He slid into his seat on the front row in form room and watched the door, waiting for Mary to enter. When she finally did, she walked past John, giving him a simple wave, and went to join the other girls at the back of the class. John felt angry. Mary usually sat next to him. He understood that she might want the company of other girls sometimes, but the two of them hadn't spoken in weeks.

He turned around in his seat and watched her chat and laugh with the girls. He couldn't hear what they were talking about, but he couldn't help wondering if he was the subject of the conversation. He really hoped he wasn't. What if they were debating the best way to break up with him? Or who Mary should go out with after she'd dumped John? Or something else John-related?

He turned back to the front of the room. He saw his form tutor entering the room, followed by a boy. John watched him come into the room. The boy had dark curly hair and was dressed in black. The form tutor guided the boy to the front and cleared her throat.

"This is Sherlock," she said to the class when the noise had died down. "He just moved here. It's his first day."

"Obviously," John heard Sherlock mutter.

"So, Sherlock," she said, "where are you going to sit?"

"There's only one empty seat in the whole room," Sherlock said in a bored voice.

John looked around, then realised that Sherlock was talking about the seat next to him, Mary's old seat.

"Oh," the form tutor said. "Well, John, can you look after Sherlock?"

"I don't need looking after," Sherlock said, insulted.

"It's just temporary," she told him. "John can be your friend."

"I don't have friends," Sherlock said in as much disgust as a ten year-old in a sex education lesson.

The form tutor sighed. "Sherlock, he's just going to show you around for the first week or so, then you never have to talk to him again unless you want to."

Sherlock nodded and sat next to John without saying a word.

Everyone else in the room spent the rest of form time chatting, gossiping and laughing. Sherlock and John spent their time sitting there in an awkward silence. Sherlock didn't mind. If he had sat next to anyone else, they would have probably tried to engage him in conversation and that would not have ended well.

When the bell sounded, the form tutor told Sherlock and John to stay for a few minutes.

"Sherlock," she said, "you'll be following John around for the first few weeks. I'll give you a copy of John's timetable for now. You'll get your own when you've got to know the school. Do you understand?"

Sherlock nodded. "Whatever."

"Follow John, now," she said.

They left the room. Sherlock folded up the timetable and put it into his pocket.

"I'm John Watson," John said to him. "If we're stuck with each other for three weeks or something, we might as well get to know each other."

"Sherlock Holmes," Sherlock said. "I would say 'nice to meet you', but I'm not sure yet."

"Well, at least you're honest," John said. Sherlock could tell he was trying to hold back a laugh.

Their first lesson was science. John took his usual seat next to another boy. Sherlock was seated next to a girl called Molly. She kept trying to talk to him, which was, of course, a crime against Sherlock-kind, so he tried to mostly give her yes or no answers to her questions.

"Are you new?"

"Yes."

"Do you like it here?"

"I don't know."

"I'm Molly. What's your name?"

"Sherlock."

"Do you have any siblings?"

"Yes, unfortunately."

She glanced over at his TARDIS notepad. "Do you like Doctor Who?"

"Yes," he said, starting to gain interest in the conversation.

"Who's your favourite Doctor?"

"I can't choose."

They spent the whole lesson talking about Doctor Who and, to Sherlock's surprise, he actually enjoyed it.

John met Sherlock outside the classroom. Sherlock seemed surprised by this.

"It's break now," John said. "What do you want to do?"

Sherlock looked confused. "Don't you have friends to meet? Is that what normal people do?"

John sighed. "I'm not what you would call a 'normal' person," he said. "I don't have any friends."

"I don't either," Sherlock said. "I never did."

"Do you want to go to the library?" John asked. "Hardly anyone ever goes there. And if people are there, they don't bother you. I kind of got the impression you don't like people."

"Okay," Sherlock nodded, and they headed towards the school library.

(Okay. Yeah, I'm back already. That was chapter two. I'm sorry if it didn't match yesterday's quality. I wrote this chapter at 11pm, so yeah. Also, my friend said that the - thing was confusing, so I just wanted to make it clear that the - thing means there's a point of view change. I might post another chapter tomorrow. I don't know. Because Doctor Who is on tomorrow, so I might not be able to. And my house is for sale and someone's coming to look at it, and I might have homework. Oh my god, I'm so tired. Okay, I'm going. Bye. I may or may not see you tomorrow. -GeekQueen305)