A/N: I'm here again! ^^ Thank you guys so much for your reviews, considering this is my first Sherlock fanfiction I'm really excited and happy that you guys like this so much!
So through solid enthusiasm, I managed to write another chapter since I have some time ^^ Hope you guys enjoy!
~John's POV~
I managed to get my schedule for the year and find my way around the school in a matter of days. Turns out new students were somewhat rare in this school, so I have been quite popular these last 48 hours. There are lots of terrific girls here, all of which seemed to be interested in me! It was all rather exciting, but I couldn't be bothered with relationships at this moment. There was a lot I needed to study and catch up on if I wanted to make it another year in this school.
One thing that I noticed, however, was that I never saw that strange boy again. I looked around the cafeteria sometimes, and never saw him there. I didn't even know his name, so I couldn't ask anyone about him. Not that I could, even if I wanted to, for I had only gotten that short glimpse of him from far away, and it's not like I could describe him very accurately. I wasn't very sure why I was so kept up in trying to find that boy, but it was all very strange indeed.
One afternoon, however, everything changed. School had ended, and I had stayed behind to discuss the term paper with my teacher. On coming out of the school, however, I saw that boy standing, his back to me, leaning against the wall of the school with a cigarette casually in his mouth. No doubt, it was the same boy, not even his clothes were changed. I was about to call out to him when suddenly another boy with black hair, gelled back, appeared.
"I told you I'd be back," the boy with the gelled hair said. "I waited," the strange boy said monotonously. The boy with the gelled back hair smirked happily. "Oh, you waited for me Sherlock! How very nice of you, perhaps I shall give you a compensation for your wait?" With this, the boy pulled back his fist and punched 'Sherlock' in the stomach, causing the taller boy to double over, the cigarette falling from his lips. The boy yanked Sherlock up by his hair, forcing him to look up into his dark, amused eyes. "Will you give in to me today, I wonder?" the boy kicked Sherlock's chin with his knee hard, causing Sherlock to cry out in pain before falling limp to the ground. Sherlock glared up at the smiling boy, his eyes cold. "No, not today, I'm afraid," he said sarcastically. The boy laughed, kicking Sherlock again, and again, until he was curled up on the ground in pain.
I was frozen. I don't know why. Of course I had seen boys getting beat up by other boys before, but I usually just went along with the crowd and ignored their fight. I usually didn't step into the range of fire until the fight was over, and then I would tend to the wounded. So why did I feel the intense urge to step up for Sherlock, this strange boy whom I don't even know?
"Stop!" a voice yelled. I realized it was my own. I felt myself running towards them, glaring at the smiling boy. His smile widened. "Oh? What's this?" he cried. "A little hero of justice come to step up to the plate?" he laughed. My anger grew deeper. "Leave him alone," I said in my most commanding tone. He laughed. "No," he said simply. "Then I will make you!" I cried. I honestly don't know what was it about this boy that filled me with so much anger, that drove me to punch this stranger, but I did it. His head whipped from the force of my hit, before he turned back to me, smiling wider. I felt a shiver run up my spine for no apparent reason, but I held my footing. "I am only in the mood for hitting Holmes today, my pet," he said "so I think I'll let you go now if you leave." I glared at him. "No, I won't," I said. He pouted. "Such a pity," he turned, shoving his hands inside his coat pockets, and started to walk away. "You get off lucky this time, Sherlock," he called over his shoulder "but do bear in mind, it won't happen again." He turned a corner and was gone.