I want you to be aware that the language will become harsher as the story progresses. If you are offended by fowl language, I would turn back now. Everyone else, enjoy John and Sherlock's first encounter!

John stayed home for a week. At first he was planning on staying longer, but he had to be distracted. He would do minimum work, because of his concussion. All the doctors were telling him to rest, except he wouldn't' be able to do that.

He couldn't stop thinking about Eli's dark blood, sticky, spattered all over the seats. His bashed in head, his eyes rolled back. It was the stuff of horror films. And it was all he could think about, all day everyday.

He missed his best friend, but he was bothered by the fact that he was being treated like Jesus. All he could hear all day when he got calls was

" Oh, that Eli was such a good kid. I'm sorry for your loss."

" Eli did such good in the world. I am so sorry for your loss."

" What a handsome and smart man. He tried so hard to be his best. I am sorry for your loss."

Eli didn't care about grades, constantly used girls, stole, bullied most of the kids in our school, got drunk frequently, crashed his first car. He certainly didn't contribute much.

" I am sorry for your loss."

What the hell did that even mean? They weren't sorry. None of them were. They had no idea what they were talking about, did their best friend die?

John didn't want their pity.

Every time he looked at something that Eli touched, it would bring back painful memories. John would curl up and clutch his head. His migraines would come back , his head would throb and try to muffle his sharp groans of pain with his pillow.

He would wake up screaming at the top of his lungs, and his mother would come running into his room, shaking him, trying to wake him from his nightmare. But she was wrong, because he was living it.

So the morning of his first day back to school, he didn't even try to look good. He threw on a pair of loose fitting jeans and his football hoodie. He swiped a comb through his short blond hair and was off. Eli would usually pick him up in his Jeep, but obviously that would never happen again. His parents offered to drive him, but instead he walked.

When he finally got to school, he felt hundreds of eyes settle on him. Whispers broke out. Pity glances. John hated it. He hated all of them.

He tore through the crowds ignoring their stupid questions they already had answers for.

But there were so many people... he felt a little sick. This was their form of entertainment, they had nothing better to think about. This was their big mystery.

He speed walked all the way to his first class, English.

He tried hard to concentrate, but his head was killing him and he could feel 15 sets of eyes staring at the back of his neck. He spent the first half of the day rushing around, avoiding everyone. He wanted to be a ghost, but they just wouldn't let him.

He was at his locker when he saw Amelia's best friend across the hallway, Zoe, doing the same thing as he was, warding them off. He walked over towards her.

Her eyes were filled to the brim with watery tears.

" Did she say anything before she crashed?"

John stared at her strait in the eyes before saying:

" She said: life is shit. Words of wisdom."

He walked away, running his fingers through his hair. He couldn't help but hear Zoe's sobs.

He wanted to collapse. He thought school would be a distraction, but it turned out to be a constant reminder of Eli and Amelia.

Lunch rolled around and John was standing in line when a kid tapped him on the shoulder. John turned around.

" John. I'm real sorry bout' Eli. We all looked up to him."

To the boy's surprise, John took is lunch, threw it in the garbage, and walked out to the outdoor area. He stood under some trees, where some other people were lighting up. It was a known blind spot. He pulled out his pack of cigarettes, he barely used it, usually to fit in. But he needed a distraction. Badly. He pulled out one, lit it, and took a huge drag, blowing out in a large grey puff.

Someone came and stood near him. He had black, curly hair, a bit out grown, almost covering his eyes, which were a brilliant bright green. He was pale and wore all black, but dressed very plain. A plain black tee, black jeans, black shoes. He wore just a bit of black makeup on his eyes. He seemed fairly muscular.

The teen pulled out a box of cigarettes also, but when he opened it, John heard a slight murmur of:

" Fucking Mycroft."

He pulled out a folded slip of paper out of his cigarettes box, which was empty. He read it over and growled, placing the box back in his pocket.

John walked over and offered a cigarette to Sherlock, who took it and murmured

" Thanks."

He lit it and took a large drag also.

Sherlock spoke up.

" You know, you're dead friend beat the shit out of me a couple weeks ago."

He didn't have any emotion in his voice.

John took a closer look at him. This was different. He was being honest.

" I'm not surprised. I never got his problem with anyone who wasn't as rich and popular as him. He was an asshole."

Sherlock looked a bit shocked. He didn't expect this from John.

" Sherlock."

" My names-"

" John Watson. You live with both of your parents and your sister. Your father is pressuring you into football, but you're thinking of quitting. Bad memories. You don't think he'll react well so you've been putting it off. You have an occasional smoking habit, which has increased lately. You have been having nightmares about the car accident. You only drink when you go to parties, in order to fit in. You never really enjoyed being popular, you only did it because of Eli. You are considering joining the army. You also don't like the recent attention you've been getting, you also don't like your dead friend getting special treatment for doing nothing. You currently don't have any real friends, no one you actually care about, leading to isolation. Yes, you don't need to explain yourself, I already know who you are."

John stood, with his eyes wide and his mouth hanging open.

" That...that was brilliant."

Sherlock looked slightly confused.

" It was?"

" Yes quite brilliant."

" That's not what people usually say."

" What do people usually say?"

" Piss off."

They started to laugh.

Sherlock put his cigarette out and dropped it on the ground.

" I'll see you around."

" Wait, will you be here tomorrow?"

Sherlock smirked.

" Bring me another one and I'll be here."

" Alright it's a deal."

Sherlock grinned and walked away. John grinned back.

They both hadn't smiled in quite a long time.

As John walked back to class he thought to himself:

" Maybe school won't be so bad."

To clear it up: John doesn't hate Eli. He doesn't like the fact that he made really bad decisions and people were treating him like he was the most honorable kid in school. Lack of honesty.

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