Elizabeth didn't know much about much about William Holmes, but she didn't know much about anyone in a higher grade than she was and anyone she had asked no one seemed to really want to tell her about him, it was like saying his name was some taboo, like if his name came across there lips something bad was going to happen to them. It was rather off putting, but honestly what did she have to lose from this? What she had learned from the Professor's was not much more help that what she had gathered from her classmates.

The nursing student sighed as she looked over the notes she was currently writing, none of it made sense, but she figured that was because she had missed more than half of her Chemistry lessons and the notes that went along with them. Sure she could have asked anyone of the nameless classmates she had, but just because she had the notes didn't mean she would understand any of it. Groaning internally the nursing student placed her head on her desk for a moment as she tried to push away the sinking feeling and stress that was slowly starting to consume her. After several deep breathes, she lifted her head and resumed her writing, she had to at least show she was putting some effort forward, especially if she was suppose to meet her tutor after class, well that was what she had been told anyway.

Sherlock waited outside the Chemistry lab waiting for it to be dismissed, he was nervous really despite how much he didn't show it. He didn't like being out in an open hallway with so many people who just generally disliked him for his abilities, and he wondered if the girl he was suppose to tutor was just going to be like everyone else on the campus, especially if she had done some of her own research. But he would just have to wait and find out for himself. He looked up from the floor when the door opened, the walls he built to protect himself as the sneers and 'Freak' came his way like they normally did in school. But Sherlock pretended that it didn't affect him, it didn't matter to him really, not anymore, but of course words still hurt.

As the last student filed out of the room, he slowly approached the open door to find Professor Eccelds leaning over the desk of the only student remaining. Slowly he inched his way into the room, the soles of his shoes making no sound on white tilted floor. The Chemistry Major paused a few feet behind them.

"Am I not interrupting I hope" He stated, making his presence known. He watched as the girl jumped and turned quickly, obviously taken by surprise. His blue-gray eyes narrowing a fraction as he tried to keep his deductions at bay. Don't need anymore enemies than I already have, in that case, just keep them to yourself. He paused for a moment Obvious female, around 19 years old, youngest sibling, only one still at home. Though something isn't entirely right, seems rather skittish and is currently sizing me up as either a friend or Foe.

"No, Not at all" Eccelds smiled at him as he straightened up. "Mr. Holmes this is the girl I would like you to tutor, Ms. Watson, this is Mr. William Holmes, the boy who was so kind agree to this arrangement." He felt unnerved by her rather intense stare, as if she was determining he was a threat after giving her such an obvious scare before she turned her head and looked at the professor, her facial features returning to what he assumed was an emotionless mask, giving him a rather appreciative nod before she returned her attention to him.

"I can tutor you three times a week, Monday, Wednesday, and Thursday if that is alright with you." He said, wanting to get down to business.
"That is fine, In fact I have time now if you would like to get started, Unless there is a more convenient time for you" She really must not have a clue who he was, because not very many people took to being this kind and polite to him, even if they needed his help to pass a class.
Sherlock nodded and watched her grab her book bag and her notebook before she stood. He watched as she gave the professor one more nod before he turned to lead her out the door.

"Where are we going?" Elizabeth asked as she trailed behind him as she slipped her notebook into her half open book bag. Once she caught up to him, she finally looked him over. He was a good four inches taller than she was, with dark curls and cheekbones that models would most likely kill for. She noted that he was way to thin for someone his height, but failed to mention it. The air between them was awkward as they walked mostly in silence, the sounds of there shoes: Hers a pair of black tennis shoes, while his seemed to be made of leather, slapping against the pavement.

"To the Library" He replied after what seemed like forever, but it couldn't have been more than a few minutes. "Unless you have somewhere else you prefer to study Ms. Watson"

"Elizabeth" She replied as she looked at him, she could see his brow knit for a moment as if he didn't understand

"What?" He questioned as he turned to look at her, his blue grey eyes holding some confusion, as if he couldn't think of a place that went by Elizabeth.

"My first name is Elizabeth" She clarified as he turned back to the path they were taking.

"Is the Library fine to study in Elizabeth, or do you have somewhere else you would prefer?"

"The library is fine...William" She waited for a moment as if for him to tell her to call him Mr. Holmes instead. She noticed how he tensed for a fraction of a second, but it was rather quick she probably though she had imagined it. The rest of the walk was made in the same awkward silence, each of them stealing glances as if they were trying to figure something about each other with out talking, not that it accomplished much. She tried to ignore the glances and whispers that followed them as they traveled through the courtyard, but no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't. There was something about it that unnerved her. It was the same feeling she got when she had come up with nothing as she did her research on the boy currently besides her. As they approached the building, Sherlock stepped forward and pulled the door open for her and she gave him a grateful smile. This time she took the lead and walked towards the back of the library. It was not only more secluded but it also had a few decent tables and they wouldn't have an issue talking.

"So what exactly do you need tutoring with?" He asked her as she set her bag on the table and pulled out her textbook and notebook, her eyes adverted at first before looking up at him.

"Everything" Elizabeth had to admit her voice sounded rather pathetic as she spoke

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"The term is nearly half over and you need help with everything?"His tone was biting and it made her cringe slightly "What have you been doing for the last few months? Day dreaming?"

"I haven't been able to make it to class"

"And why is that?"

"That is none of your business" Her tone had changed, she could hear it as she tried to defend herself, protect herself and her secret. She looked up to see the look on Sherlock's face, there was something in his eyes that told her he was making some assumption which just may have been the correct one. But if he asked, she wasn't going to confirm it. They had just met, why should she tell some stranger, about her life away from school?