Chapter Two:

Never seen a damn school with three stories, John muttered under his breath as he managed to get lost within thirty seconds of leaving the loo. The bell soon rang and with it he let out a long sigh and made his way down two flights of stairs once again. However, on the second level he caught such an alluring sound. John was never a fan of classical music but this melody made him stop in his tracks and turn corners looking for the source.

"I did not plan on making soon a couple of minutes. It ruins the effect I go for."

John turned around and saw the bloke from a couple minutes ago holding a violin on one hand and a bow on the other. He had to admit that's better than carrying around a bag of cocaine any day. Wrong timing though, because it seemed that classes had started already.

"You do know that class has started?"

"Mmm yes. I also know that you need to be a floor above here, and two lefts from this exact location."

John let out yet another sigh of frustration that caused a look of concentration on the other, "I was just up there. Third time."

"What would your father say about you skipping class first day? After all, he is paying for this out of his own pocket. Which is not much due to the state of your clothes."

Looking back in bewilderment, he managed to whisper something along the the lines, "You're an arse, but that was brilliant."

The one holding the violin suddenly looked away from where he was focusing on. His eyebrows furrowed as he repeated the last part of John's statement.

"Brilliant?"

"Of course, but also an arse, as I said before."

The bloke suddenly flung the nearest locker open and placed his instrument inside. He then simply turned around and walked towards the staircase, looking back towards John before heading downstairs. Something about him urged John to follow in his tracks. After arriving on the bottom floor, the violin lad simply walked past the main desk mumbling something about taking another one.

He then figured another one meant him.

The lady at the desk simply nodded and called out, still looking at the computer screen, "Do not stray too far this time Sherlock. Your brother would not get off my case about last time!"

So Sherlock was the mystery blokes name. The one whom John had kept following as they walked through a path of crushed leaves left by the giant trees that lined the school. He wondered how in the world was he going to explain that he had practically ditched his first class to go follow this coke junkie to God knows where. The path seemed to grow more narrower, and as it grew narrower so did John's patience as tree branch after tree branch stroked his cheek.

"Bloody hell Sherlock, I don't plan on going for a hike today."

Sherlock continued to walk in silence until he stopped and glanced back, looked towards the ground and turned his whole body so that they maintained eye contact.

"Why are you following me in the first place John? Certainly someone such as you would be following me as a distraction."

John stuttered before furrowing his brows and looking around, "D-Distraction? From what? School has hardly started. If I needed a distraction I would have called for you in a week or so."

A chuckle came from the towering figure, "A girl perhaps? Quite not sure. Could be your mothe-"

"Oh I see comedic, you decided to read up on John Hamish Watson now right? Get information on the new kid so you could bully him and mock him because of his dead mum?"

John's eyes narrowed as he muttered something to himself that Sherlock couldn't decipher. The silence stood for a couple of seconds more as John curtly nodded and turned around to leave.

Sherlock cleared his throat a final time before starting, "I believe you should have this back. Keep track of your most prized possessions, nature is a bastard."

"What?"

John watched as Sherlock opened his trenchcoat pocket and pulled out his mother's pocketwatch, the one that his father had brought her on their anniversary. She loved clocks for some reason. Twenty were mounted along her cabinets of stained wood, they would tick through the dawn and long after John had shut his eyes. He should have taken her fascination with time to be a foreshadowing of her untimely death.

Sherlock tossed it back and stared a bit more intensely as John desperately grabbed it and stroked the back of it with his thumb before placing it back in his coat.

"As intrigued as anyone would be with the new student in town, I found out about your deceased mother only when one of those tree branches swiped the watch away. I grabbed it when you seemed deep in thought. Having it immediately on your person suggests that the death was recent and what else would a child want to do went half of their childhood is suddenly taken away?"

John did not answer, but instead he looked right back at Sherlock, as to inscribe the answer in his head using some sort of telepathic connection or some sort.

Sherlock took a step closer and saw John's eyes get a coat of mist around them. However, he seemed to be keeping this to himself, he uttered the answer in a lower volume than his previous explanation,

"They want to go on an adventure, and escape from reality."

John tightened his lips and nodded a couple of times, with a couple of muttered "yes" noises arising every couple of seconds.

"Spot on. Congratulations. Spectacular."

Sherlock's eyes closed for a second as he brought his palms together in front of his lips and began moving his fingers, seemingly deep in thought.

John glanced up at this movement and was slightly confused at what was going to happen after this emotional outburst.

Sherlock's eyes slowly opened, revealing a glow that was parallel to a supernova, an explosion of discovery. He grabbed John by his coat and began sprinting towards the narrowing path.

"Sherlock where the hell are we going?" screamed John as they zoomed past the branches, his legs attempting to follow Sherlock's long legs.

"Distraction awaits us John."