John has defended, and befriended him in a matter of two days of meeting him. He's never met someone like John before. He's extremely loyal. Even if he is an odd bloke, John still sees him as a person. Well he hopes that John thinks he is human. Everyone in school say that he doesn't deserve him and that he shouldn't be friends with him because he is anti-social.
He observes John. Compared to him, John is sociable. But if you look at him in another point-of-view. He isn't much. He's feared and admired but he doesn't have much friends either. He seems to get along with 'Gavin? Geoff? Graham?' Lestrade the most. Others are just colleagues and other players or classmates. But friends, he isn't close to anyone much. He doesn't make friends easily.
The two have been in lots of trouble but they seem to get away with it. Sherlock makes excuses and the two are always let go. They've broken into the Headmaster's office. They've been chased by some kids in an alley. They've been almost kidnapped by a mad cabbie. Basically, both their lives turned around when the two met. And they couldn't have it any other way.
He is glad. John doesn't mind when he rants. He doesn't mind when he experiences his black moods either. In a way, John actually lessened his black moods - of which he is grateful for. But sometimes he can feel John suddenly looking at him and seeing something on him that he can't but he won't say anything about it. Until...
"Sherlock, where did this come from?" John asks, pointing at his cheek.
"What?" Sherlock raises his hand and puts it on his cheek, rubbing something. "What is it?"
"It's a bruise, Sherlock."
He raises his head in realisation and hums, "Oh."
"Sherlock, where the hell did that come from? Because I made sure that the other Rugby Players wouldn't harm you in anyway."
"I bumped it when I fell out the bed," he answers.
"You fell out of bed?"
"Yes, my feet were tangled with the sheets and I fell when I tried to stand up. Hit my face on the floor hard."
"You do know that I am good with medicine, right? Seeing that my mother is a doctor and I want to be a doctor as well?"
"Yeah... So..."
"So that means I know how much force will be needed to get a bruise that bad!"
John doesn't notice him flinch when he yelled the last word, "It was worth a try."
"Why won't you just tell me the truth?"
"Because it's more embarrassing than you think."
John asks quietly, "Why? What happened?"
He sighs, "I always go to this abandoned house," John nods. "The door there is always hard to open and without thinking, I pull it with much force. Apparently, the door isn't attached to the doorway any more and I pulled it too much, accidentally hitting my face with too much force. Resulting with this," he gestures to his face.
John laughs hard and he laughs with him. "And here I thought Moran got a hold of you," John says.
"Well, who knew a door could be a great attacker these days?"
"That's one of the most ridiculous things I have ever heard in my entire life."
"And you dance passionately while listening with your earphones!"
The two laughs again and he can't help but feel glad to finally have a friend, at last.
John's been forcing him to eat again. He hasn't eaten for two days and John is getting angry at him. "Sherlock, I have read a lot about nutrition and health and listen to me when I say that you. need. to. eat!"
"It is not needed for the time being. Besides, a man named Angelo - neighbour of mine - was just suspected of murder. I keep trying to tell the police that he wasn't even in the country when it happened! They're not listening!"
"Of course they won't listen, Sherlock," he looks at John.
"Why not?"
"Because they're adults and they think a teenager's opinion is not needed. Even if it is right and that's their biggest mistake. Not listening."
"And who told you that?"
"My mother."
"Why would your mother say something like that?" he asks.
"Because she wants me to see what is right."
"She has a point. Fine. I'll just call someone later to help me talk with the police."
"Who will you call?"
"The most dangerous man you'll meet."
John gives him a horrified look, "And you're going to call him?"
"It's fine..." 'Just my brother.'
"Sherlock. I won't allow this."
"You're not my mother, John."
And the two are kept in silence. John eats his lunch while he goes through an advanced book about Chemistry.
"What's your family like?" John asks, suddenly.
He looks up from his phone. "What?"
"I said, 'what's your family like?'."
"Why ask?"
"Because you know so much about my family. I want to know about yours."
"I don't see how this-"
"Fine! Fine! You won't tell me! Fine!" John huffs in annoyance.
He rolls his eyes, "Fine. I have a mother, a father and a brother. There, happy?"
"A brother? Whoa..." Silence. "That's all?"
"What else do you want to know?" he asks, confused and frustrated. 'What's the point in asking about my family?'
"I don't know... Are they fine? What do they usually do? Just talk.."
"Why?"
"Well it's unfair that you know almost everything happening in my family. I think I should have the right to know yours. And no, I'm not as observant as you, I can't figure it out just by looking at you."
He sighs, "My parents are both often at work although sometimes they'll be at home. They don't actually have working hours. They're just... Honestly, I don't know what their jobs are..." He sees John grow confused. "I never bothered to ask," he shrugs. "My brother's working as the shadow of the government. He actually made his own job. Working like a spy, having so many jobs of 'National Importance'," he rolls his eyes.
John laughs and he looks at John closely. "Sibling rivalry, now we're getting somewhere."
"There I talked about my family. May I not talk any more?" he asks, annoyed and John shrugs, finishing his meal.
After school, he walks alone to his house. Ever since meeting John Watson, school hasn't been hell at all. He's grateful. 'Sherlock Holmes? Grateful?' He chuckles. Two more blocks to his house and he thinks about John Watson. The only person who willingly approached him and became kind to him - even knowing how much of an awful obnoxious arsehole he is. But come to think of it, John Watson isn't normal himself. He can just adjust quickly to ordinary people but if you keep him alone long enough. He'd be extremely different. He chuckles. John Watson, army doctor.
He reaches his house. Holmes Manor. He sighs. He is aware that he has the biggest house in the block and he doesn't even want to think of it. No way is he going to let John Watson reach his house. The house stares at him intimidatingly and he frowns. This is his house for Christ's sake. 'Certainly isn't your home.' He removes the thought immediately.
'Now then. Better prepare for another "door to my face".' He thinks as he opens the door.