OFFICE
Sherlock had his bleeding nose and mouth taken care of. He had his good hand holding ice on his black eye, his bad hand was wrapped and had ice sitting on it. John's stopped bleeding, he didn't even get in trouble because he didn't fight, he just tried to stop it. Jim had his injury's taken care of also. But him and Sherlock waited for the principle. Jim sat in his chair staring at Sherlock. Sherlock just rested the back of his head on the wall.
"Jim and Sherlock." The principle called their names. They both got up and walked into the office.
They sat in the chairs in front of the desk. The principle shut the door and took a seat in his chair. He said and fouled his fingers together, put them on the desk and leaned forward.
"Was this fight all because of they little fight you two had at the dance? I heard about that." They didn't answer. Jim sat there staring at Sherlock.
"Come on tell me. Who started it." He looked at Sherlock and Jim.
"It was technically my fault." Sherlock spoke up.
"I was talking to Molly at my locker when i saw Jim coming. She saw that i was staring at him and she..." Sherlock paused for a few seconds not wanting to talk about what Molly did.
" and when he passed us he slammed my locker door onto my hand. I got pissed off and went up to Jim. And throw the first punch." Sherlock said taking a glance at the principle and Jim then looked at his wrapped hand.
"Well. You both should now what's next. I already called bother your parents. And Sherlock your mother doesn't sound happy. They're sending some one to get you two." The principle stood.
"You both are out for a week. Now get out." Sherlock stood up and walked our first.
He got his things and waited in the office for his ride. A few minutes later his mother walked in and gave him an angry look. Sherlock sighed and stood up and just went to the car while his mother talked to the principle. Sherlock looked out the car window and saw Molly sitting in class looking out the window towards him. Sherlock then remembered that she had kissed him. He reached up and touched his lips lightly.
"Why?!" His mother got in the car and slammed the door.
"Mycroft never got into so much trouble, but you Sherlock!" She started the car. Sherlock just sat there quietly.
"Why can't you just get along with people!" she pulled out of the school parking lot and heading home.
She just went on and on about Sherlock getting into trouble. When they finally got into the house she turned to Sherlock.
"Sherlock why..." Sherlock stopped her question by slamming the front door shut.
"Stop asking me that! You want to know why!?" He looked at her sadly but angrily.
"Because I'm the smart one in the class that is always correcting everyone or things. I'm the one who knows everything about a person just by looking at them! I'm the Freak!" Sherlock yelled and went off to his room slammed the door behind him.
His mother stood there shocked a bit at Sherlock words. His father looked at her and head to Sherlock's room.