"Three…" Sherlock mumbled as the senior football team ran across the field. He sat on a cold stone step at the back of the school, the field in between the forest and the school. One of the larger boys booted the football as it landed in the middle of the field.
"Two…" he mumbled again, glancing at the jar he'd placed next to himself and then back at the field. The ball was booted again and landed with a thud that Sherlock could hear from where he was sitting.
"One…" and with that final count, the ball was once again booted and as it flew through the air it exploded, coating the footballers with a bright, pink, sticky substance that Sherlock had created during his free time over the weekend. Sherlock looked at the jar next to him.
"Did you see that, John?" he mumbled expressionlessly. His eyes fell in sadness and he pulled the jar closer to him, "why aren't I enjoying it, John?" he sighed. What's wrong with me?

"Holmes," called a teacher as Sherlock walked down the hall of lockers. He turned quickly and saw a chubby math teacher struggling to catch up with him. Once he did, he panted, the blood rushing to his face. Sherlock looked at him with a cold stare as the teacher brandished a slightly crumpled envelope, "your locker key and timetable," Sherlock took the letter and stuffed it into his bag.
"Anything else, Mr Conan?" he asked with a light sigh.
"Yeah, the headmaster said if you skip any more assemblies you'll have detention," Sherlock rolled his eyes and continued walking down the hall. He quickly reached into his bag and pulled out his locker key. 221B, he read, relieved that it was at the other end of the school and away from most of the idiots. He checked his timetable as he reached his locker. He placed his jar inside the locker along with several other belongings he didn't need until later and trudged off towards biology, fully aware that he was going to be exactly twenty-one minutes and fifty-three seconds late for.

"So what subjects do you have besides biology?" Jim asked as he and John sat together in the biology room. The seats in the room tapered up towards the back like a small lecture theatre, and there was a large screen projector which was used for dissections so everyone could see.
"Uh," John started, "chemistry, Japanese and French. And an extra curricular anatomy course."
"Oh? Want to be an international doctor?" Jim smiled.
"No, just a normal doctor. Although, I've always wanted to travel overseas so not only will speaking the language help, but I'll be able to help out if there's an emergency."
"Good point. I'm sure you'll be a great doctor."
"Thanks. So what subjects do you have?"
"The same as you, actually. Except I have an extra course in criminology."
"So… detective?" John guessed.
"Something like that," Jim smiled.
"Hey! You two up the back! Save the chit-chat until after class!" the teacher snapped. Both John and Jim turned their attention to the front and copied down the notes on the board.
After a while, the door suddenly opened. The whole of the class looked up to find a young boy with a dark mop of hair standing in the doorway. The biology teacher snapped his head in his direction, his face burning red.
"Holmes!" he yelled, "twenty minutes late!"
"Twenty-one minutes and fifty-three seconds," he corrected. The chalk snapped in the teacher's hand and Sherlock took a seat at the front. Jim tapped John on the shoulder and leaned in to whisper in his ear.
"That the guy you were talking about before?"
"Yeah," replied John, "he caught the same bus as me this morning, that's how I ended up following him."
"He's a bit odd today," Jim pondered loudly.
"What do you mean? He's not always like that?"
"No, he-"
"SILENCE!" the teacher bellowed. They obeyed, but still chuckled as Sherlock pointed out every mistake the teacher made throughout the lesson.

"Sherlock!" Jim called as he and John approached the boy.
"Moriarty," he responded, unmoving except for his head, which he turned to look at them.
"I keep telling you, call me 'Jim'," he smiled, "or at least 'James'"
"What do you want, Moriarty?"
"Well if you're going to be blunt, so will I," he pulled John in front of him, "I want you to meet-"
"I've already met him."
"Yes, well, it's really funny because-"
"I don't care. Anything else?" Sherlock sighed. Jim scowled at him and pulled John back behind him.
"Can't you be nice? He hasn't done anything to hurt you and he just wants to say 'hi' and be friends!" Jim shouted at him. Sherlock leaned around to look at John.
"Let's hear it," he droned.
"What?" John asked confusedly.
"You want to say 'hi', so let's hear it."
"Oh, right. Hi… Sherlock."
"Hello," Sherlock leaned back to Jim, "see? We're friends now. Happy?"
"Thank you," Jim smiled at sat next to Sherlock. They engaged in a complicated conversation that completely passed over John's head. He stood awkwardly and watched them both. Jim looked up at him, "you can talk, you know."
"Go ahead," Sherlock agreed emotionlessly.
"Um… so, Sherlock… do you-" Jim cut John off by standing and turning him away from Sherlock.
"I forgot to tell you, don't ask about his family. Just don't, okay?"
"O-okay," Jim let him go and he turned back to Sherlock. A question suddenly came to him, "Sherlock, what were you doing in my house during the holidays?"
"What?" he scowled.
"Well, it wasn't my house at the time, but you slipped off the windowsill and fell into the snow."
"How do you know that?" he growled. John adopted a confused look again.
"I was there."
"Ah," Sherlock looked away from him. He didn't speak again until the end of lunch when they separated to their extra subjects.

John wandered down an unfamiliar hall, trying to find his way around the school. He passed a door and suddenly heard a strange mechanical sound. He reversed and peered into the room. He found Sherlock hunched over a machine and grunting every few seconds when it stopped.
"What are you doing?" the noise stopped again and Sherlock whipped around to face him. John had clearly spooked him, he could tell by the widening of his eyes and the light hitch in his breath. John smiled at him and leaned to see what he was doing, seeing as the boy was refusing to answer him. He furrowed his brow and stepped closer to get a better look. Sherlock opened his mouth in protest, but John cut him off before he could speak.
"Are you… sewing?" John asked. Sherlock hunched over the sewing machine, trying to hide it from John.
"N-no!" he blushed.
"I'm just asking! I don't mind if you are, though," John shrugged. Sherlock darted his eyes around the room and huddled closer to the machine.
"It's just…" he mumbled into his arm, "hemming…"
"Just what?"
"Hemming… my coat's too short so I'm fixing the hem so it'll fit better," John smiled at Sherlock's embarrassment, it was the most emotional he had been all day. Sherlock stood and fiddled with the machine.
"You can keep going, I don't mind."
"I'm finished," he stated as he whipped the coat over him. It certainly seemed to fit better than it had earlier, and as Sherlock awkwardly stood before him, John pulled a stray thread of the front of the coat. Sherlock watched the thread float to the floor and then met his eyes with John's. John noted that his eyes seemed to light up with a sort of… warmth.
"Thank you," Sherlock glanced up and down John before speaking, "Watson."
"Watson?" John chuckled, "Watson's my last name. My first name is John," Sherlock's eyes narrowed and lost their warmth, returning to a stare similar to the one he originally saw, except harsher. He pushed past John, his coat whipping behind him with a quiet, yet angry 'get out of my way' hissed at him, "Sherlock? Sherlock, what's wrong?" Sherlock spun around and glared at John. A tear track shone on his cheek, a small tear falling from his jaw and softly hitting the floor.
"Don't ever talk to me again," he growled, "I don't want to hear you, I don't want to see you, I don't want anything to do with you! Leave me alone!" and with that, he slammed the door shut, leaving John in the room, staring confusedly at the door.
What's wrong with me?
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