John pov
John rushed through the halls to his science class, his least favourite to be honest, he has always preferred language and history over science and math. He enjoyed writing, he even had a blog.
He had a rough night. A load of homework with a night shift at the diners. His family had never been rich, but at least they were happy. But it did cause him the occasional lack of sleep that always pull him off his wagon.
John was lost in his thoughts when he was collided with the tall frame of Sherlock Holmes. From a glimpse, John could tell Sherlock had a rough night. He was even more pale than usual and his whole body seemed to be shaking. But it's not John's business to care about the welfare of the man since he don't seem to care for anyone except for himself.
"Sorry", Sherlock said under his breath as he hurried away. Unfortunately for John, him and Sherlock had many of the same classes, including science.
"Alright class, new year, new projects. I'm going to assigned you your partners and no complains!" Mr. Lestrade's voice boomed across the room. He never seemed to know how to as if the day could get worst, his partner just had to be Sherlock.
Sherlock pov
Sherlock can't help but feel a little bit excited. He saw this as a chance that maybe John could be in his life in a positive way.
He moved across the room so he could be seated with John. By the way he was staring at him, John probably noticed his unusual disheveled appearance. The previous night had been one of the worst. The dinner he had prepared wasn't to the satisfaction of his father and of course that meant punishment. His father was even more drunk that usual (if that's even possible) and smashed a bottle on his head, causing him the go unconscious instantly. The next time he woke up, he was late for school.
"So I guess we will be seeing each other quite a lot in the next few weeks." John grumbled, obviously not excited by this arrangement.
"You better not cause me to fail. Ordinary people with their ordinary brains, so boring, piling up it with useless information. I swear Watson, if we fail this, you will pay." Sherlock said in a threatening tone.
Unlike most things, he did care about his grades. Mainly because he want to go to university as soon as possible so he can live that place he call home.
"As much as I hate this, I do need to pick up my grades in science. How about we meet at your place after school today?" John sighed.
"No! Absolutely not!" Sherlock blurted. He could not, will not, let anyone know about his family. The last thing he need is people thinking he's more of a freak than they already do.
"Okay psychopath! Calm down. We'll just meet at the library then." John replied, surprised at Sherlock's outburst. Why do people always assume he's a psychopath? Yes he might not be the most friendliest person but that makes him a highly functioning sociopath at most.
"Ya whatever. And just for your information, I'm a highly functioning sociopath." Sherlock stated. The bell then rung and Sherlock hurried out of the classroom.