He may not have met the infamous Sherlock Holmes but he certainly has heard whispers. He's torn between believing those stories or go against them. He knows inside him that what they say is rather rude - even for someone who is Sherlock Holmes but this little thought in his mind says that this smart-arse is an arse, probably an annoying dick as well.

But ever since he actually saw Holmes's conversation with Sally. He became curious. Both thoughts of going against and believing the stories are in a jumble. It is true that he can be an arse - with words he couldn't control. But it may also be because everyone treats him wrongly like he's nothing instead of seeing him as a human being. 'I hope I'm not the only one who thinks he's human.' He thinks to himself.

Some say Holmes observes too much to do this 'trick' of his.

So he tries to observe Holmes.

'Maybe he's just an odd bloke. Or maybe he's just as an arse as everyone thinks he is.' he tells himself.

So he starts observing Holmes.

He walks through the same suffocating crowd when he sees him again.

There's Holmes on the other side of the school's back garden. He seems to be watching a bush - just crouching there, looking. 'What the hell?' He's perfectly still, with eyes focused on the bush. John is too far away to see what he's actually looking at so Holmes looks absolutely ridiculous looking too focused at a bush.

Suddenly, an arm touches his shoulder, "John." Greg's voice says.

"Hey, Greg."

"What are you doing?" Greg follows his gaze and sees Holmes looking at a bush. "Ohhh... Looking at him then?" Greg chuckles. "Are you planning to punch him or something?"

He mentally scowls and disapproves of what Greg just said. He thought Greg would be decent enough not to think like that. "No. It's just-" he gestures to him.

"Oh good." Greg suddenly says. He tilts his head at him and Greg shrugs. "Hey, I don't want anyone fighting with anyone 'round here, ya know?" And just like that, John's respect for Greg comes back up again. "Hold on. If you're not planning to punch him in the face, then what are you doing staring at Holmes?"

'Holmes Holmes Holmes Holmes' His thought says. He guesses Greg doesn't think of Holmes as a freak, unlike others.

"Just observing."

"Why?" he asks and then his face changes. "Oh."

"Oh what?"

"Are you - I don't know - are you - you know... gay?" Greg asks.

He looks at Greg with confusion, "Huh? What? No, I'm not gay."

"Ahhh."

"Yeah. I just got curious why he's doing that." He gestures to Holmes again.

"Oh he always does that. No one knows what he's doing but he just... does..."

"Greg?"

"Yah?"

"What do you think of Holmes?"

"Why ask?"

"Curiosity."

"Holmes? Umm... Well, he's an alright bloke, I guess. I don't know. Smart, but thinks everyone's an idiot. But, aren't we all?" he smiles. He smiles back. His respect for Greg moves higher now.

"Oh there, he's standing up."

They both watch as Holmes jumps in the air with a huge grin on his face, even putting both his fists in the air like he just won a million pounds or something. "I'M BRILLIANT" They hear him yell. He starts to look like he's mumbling to himself, turning in circles with a smile as he claps his hands in glee. He then looks down at the bush again and gets something - too small for both Greg and him to see and he leaves the school.

"Whoa. Hyper guy, I guess?" He says as Greg chuckles.

"Maybe," he says and they both leave for Rugby Practice.

A few days later, he got detention for being late in class. Well it wasn't his fault that he woke up late (He blames Harry for being drunk last night). He walks inside and sees Holmes at the back of the class, eyes cold and icy. Looking at the window to his left with a bored expression.

They sit there in silence - all five of them.

After an hour they were all allowed home. He secretly observes Holmes. He thinks it's rather odd for Holmes to walk while looking at his left - like there's something on his shoulder but he seems to dodge the things in front of him.

He sees him walk around clumsily but he doesn't do anything to help him in fear of something even he doesn't know yet. Is it because he's afraid of what Holmes might think or is it because he fears that he just might get angry if Holmes says something bad about him and he becomes like the other in school or he's just a big chicken.

He watches as Holmes walks home - which fortunately is the same block of which he passes everyday. He only sees Holmes back facing him but it's his turn to his block which is on the left, he steals a glance at Holmes again to see Holmes looking at the right this time - as if purposely hiding his face from him - Odd.

He comes to school the next day when one of his mates, Moran, boasting about "punching the weird-arse freak's face like a bad-arse."

And he couldn't help the lump on his throat when he realises that Holmes has been hiding his bruised face - probably in shame.

Moran continues boasting to the other Rugby players, "The bitch just fell on the ground like a sissy!" And they all roar in laughter. "Then he tried to punch me but Professor White came and saw the freak about to punch back then she just shouted his name and the bitch just looked goddamed funny!" It's like they're all running out of air to breathe as they laugh. "He got so distracted, he didn't even hit me! Bitchsquealer just missed! The freak just looked sooo stupid."

He may not know Holmes at all. But it's hard to listen to them have fun at another bloke's unlucky state. To laugh at someone who just got punched in the bloody face - that must be worse than what Holmes does, right?

Holmes must be lonely - but he seems to like it when he's alone.

He promises himself to talk to him the next time he sees Holmes again.