Chapter 11
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Author's note: 2 CHAPTERS IN ONE DAY! Hello again! I hope you enjoy and please do review, I'd be delighted! I wrote just over 2,000 words, just for you, to make up for the 600 words in the previous chapter I posted today!
11 year olds Sherlock and John knew that they only really had one high school that they could go to. Though they were able to move primary school when they were told that being boyfriends was 'wrong' it wouldn't be as easy a thing to do for this school. There was only one high school in their area, it was big and produced good results.
But Sherlock and John refused to go to that school and lie about who they were. They were going to walk in with their heads held high, proud to be loved by each other.
Sherlock and John weren't very nervous about it, but their parents were. Teenagers could be very nasty if they wanted to. They knew if their children were bullied then they would have to be taken away from school, but that would be a very difficult thing to do.
Sherlock and John dressed in their school uniform and met each other on the Holmes' driveway. Kathy and Julie would take them to school for their first week so the four children got into the car.
"Are you nervous?" Kathy asked.
"No. I have John." Sherlock answered.
"A little bit." John said, wringing his hands together.
"Don't worry, John. I'll be with you!" Sherlock promised and took a hold of one of John's hand, holding it tightly and comfortingly in his own.
As they approached the school the two first years peaked out of the window, watching all the tall children walking to school. This school was a lot bigger than their last one.
"Have a lovely day at school." Julie smiled at the four.
"If you have any people being mean, come and get us." Mycroft said.
John nodded but said "Don't worry. It'll be fine." He was reassuring himself and everyone else. Sherlock, John, Harry and Mycroft got out of the car and walked into school. John and Sherlock had their hands tightly entwined between them. Everyone was so tall!
They had lots of people instructing them as to where to go. They were meant to go to the main hall first, where they would be greeted by their tutors, teachers and head master.
They got a lot of stares from other students because they were holding hands but they simply ignored them. Sherlock and John loved holding hands. They would never let go for anyone else.
They entered the hall where many children sat and took a seat about half way to the front.
They kept their hands together and waited quietly as did the other nervous eleven year olds.
"Good morning!" A middle aged man with a cheerful smile stood at the podium.
"I'm your headmaster; my name is Mr Brighton, and welcome to your high school. I'm sure you will all fit in well and if you need any help never hesitate to ask for it. I see a bright bunch of students before my eyes and you all have a lot of potential. You will soon go off for your first lesson, which I hope you enjoy. You will always be in the same class group, so the people in that class will be in every class, so do try to get along as best you can!" Mr Brighton smiled and carried on talking about the school.
As Sherlock and John entered their first class they were greeted by a teacher that would also be their tutor. He taught maths and his name was Mr McDonald. He was Scottish, tall and rather friendly.
Luckily Sherlock and John had been put in the same class. They took their seats next to each other on a shared desk and put their linked hands on the table in front of them.
Some people noticed and whispered to their acquaintances and friends.
"Right, welcome all to your first year of high school. I'm your tutor and your maths teacher. Now, I think what is best is that we introduce ourselves first. We're going to be learning and working together all year so we should get to know each other and form friendships as soon as possible to make everything easier for all of you." My McDonald said.
Though Sherlock didn't seem to happy about this 'waste of time', as he put it in a whisper to John, he knew that he should give this school a try.
"Now, I want each of you to stand up, introduce yourself, tell us a bit about you, what you like, your family, friends, stuff like that!" Mr McDonald encouraged them.
Most people were a bit shy, but they all got through it.
John went first out of Sherlock and John and the class was very interested in what he had to say because of the hand-holding. Nobody had said anything to either of them yet.
John stood up and gripped Sherlock's hand in his for support, he didn't like speaking to crowds, but he'd do what he had to do.
"I'm John Watson. Erm... Well, I love Rugby; I play for my local team, which is fun. I also like PE and Biology. Well, my family is a bit complicated. This is Sherlock." John gestured to Sherlock "He's my boyfriend. We've been together since we were five, and our sixth anniversary is coming up soon. Our families have been friends since before we were born. I have an older sister, Harry, who goes here too, and my mum and dad. And the reason I say my family is a bit complicated is because although Sherlock isn't counted as a blood relative, he is my family, I just thought it might be a bit difficult for some to understand, well, that was what my dad said. But yes, anyway... I'll let Sherlock speak now." John said and sat down.
Sherlock stood up with an irritated look; he didn't see a point of doing this.
"As you know, John's my boyfriend. I have an older brother, Mycroft, who is in his last year here. I have my mum and dad too. I'm a genius and I like Chemistry and observing people." Sherlock sat down quickly.
John mouthed a "thank you" at Sherlock for not being rude to the class. Sherlock nodded and smiled.
John wouldn't change Sherlock for anything. He loved his genius boyfriend for everything that he was, even his rudeness. He just didn't want to see Sherlock hurt, and that would probably happen if he was rude to people at their first introduction.
The lesson was moderately quiet and it was soon enough time for break.
John and Sherlock strolled onto the field. They hadn't let go of each other's hands all day. It was lucky because John was left handed and Sherlock was right handed, so they could sit and write but also hold hands and such at the same time. It truly was like they were made just for each other. They were the perfect fit.
They sat down with a lot of teenagers sitting or walking around them. John finally let go of Sherlock's hand so he could look at his planner and the map of the school which was in it.
Sherlock sat next to him and leaned over his shoulder to have a look at the map too.
"Oh, look who it is, the little liars." A cruel voice and a group of footsteps approached the couple.
Sherlock and John looked up to find Harold Andrews in front of them. The boy had been a show off from the moment they entered the class. He had been loud and rude.
"What are you talking about?" Sherlock asked.
"You're both liars. I mean seriously, you're not a genius. Dream on, mate. You two are just freaks. My dad once beat up two pansies like you. And also, seriously, since you were five? Nobody has a boyfriend or girlfriend at the age of five! You are such idiots!" Harold teased.
"We're not liars. Sherlock is a genius. And don't call us 'pansies', it's really mean. You're just homophobic. And what has your dad got to do with any of this? We have too been together since we were five! Just leave us alone, we don't care what you think!" John stood up for them both.
"I can think of much nastier words to describe you then just 'pansies'. And, for your information, my dad showed me a thing or two. So you better watch it. You idiots." Harold scowled.
Sherlock glared and used what he deemed his greatest defence; his intelligence.
"I can tell you more than that about your dad. You grew up in a violent home, no, nobody ever harmed you, but you witnessed your dad do horrendous things to his 'mates'. You became a bully because you think that it'll keep you protected. Your dad taught you that, he's only a bully because he is a boss and earns a lot of money. To get to the top he would have manipulated people and bullied them into giving him what he wants. He thinks it is the only way." Sherlock deduced.
Harold seemed taken aback, but quickly put on a facade of calm cruelty and glared at them.
"Just don't flaunt your unnatural relationship in our faces, okay? And you better watch it." Harold and his followers stalked away.
"John, are you alright?" Sherlock asked.
John smiled and lifted his hand up and tangled it in his love's hair.
"I'm fine. I love you and I don't care what anyone says about it. This is the most natural thing in the world to me. They may never be able to accept the truth of your intelligence and our relationship, but that doesn't matter. Are you okay, Sherlock?" John asked.
"I don't care about what they say." Sherlock said.
"Sherlock, that isn't a proper answer to my question." John smirked.
"Only the things you say ever mean anything to me. So yes, I'm fine." Sherlock smiled, leant in and they shared a peck on the lips.
When they were at home, telling the four parents about their day they told the briefly about their encounter with Harold, but told their parents that it was okay and they would deal with it.
"It's so wrong. But I do feel sorry for that poor boy, being shown nothing but violence all his life." Kathy said sadly.
"I do agree, however, that is no excuse for homophobia." Ron commented which has the other three adults nodding.
"Just, you two, never let bullies get you down. You have a wonderful relationship." Julie smiled at them.
"We won't." John promised and added "Come on, Sherlock, we've got to do our homework!" pulled his boyfriend by the hand up to John's moderately tidy room.
Sherlock and John lay on the carpeted floor of John's bedroom on their stomachs with their new homework books laid out in front of them.
As they worked in a comfortable silence John looked over at his love and said "I really do love you, you know. And I'll protect you from the likes of Harold."
Sherlock looked over at John "I know. But you don't need to protect me. Their words mean nothing to me."
John smiled and returned to his work and only a few seconds later Sherlock said "Oh, and I love you too."
John smiled.
Sherlock finished his homework first and turned to lie on his back. He watched as John rested on his elbows, his brow in a frown as he figured his maths out.
Sherlock reached a hand up and ran it gently down John's soft cheek, and then he ran his fingers through John's hair.
"You're beautiful." Sherlock stated.
John looked away from his work and at Sherlock.
"As are you." John leaned down and gave Sherlock another kiss, it lingered only a moment longer than a peck and left both of them smiling and feeling loved.
Julie came up to find John's homework only three quarters of the way complete. But she couldn't be frustrated for long as she also found Sherlock lying on his back with John lying cuddled up to him, the blonde boy's head tucked underneath the taller boy's chin. They were sound asleep; John still had a pencil held loosely between his fingers.
It reminded her so much of how they were when they were younger. They were amusingly adorable and lovely together.
