21A/N: So I recently just started watching Sherlock :'D it is AMAZING, especially since I read the book first too ^^
Anyway, I ship them so, so hard, and I have this friend Ander who also ships them as hard as I do, and she's the one who told me about Sherlock too. So we were watching this bullying presentation in our school, and Ander and I just go like 'OMG! What if-'
And so we made this :D R&R, hope you enjoy!
~John's POV~
It was a windy day that December morning. I pulled my jacket tighter around myself as I climbed into the motorcycle that I had gotten for my 16th birthday. Rearing up the engine, I checked my watch. School started at 8, I still had plenty of time. Swallowing the rest of my toast, I set my helmet on and went off to my new school.
Like any new student, the first days were the worst. I had recently moved here from Sussex, so I didn't know anyone. It was the start of the 2nd semester, so everyone probably already had their own groups and friends by now, which meant that I was probably going to be alone again. Oh well, I thought to myself, nothing that I'm not used to.
I slowed my motorcycle as I pulled up into the parking lot of the school, my dog chains rattling about my neck as I pulled my helmet off, taking in the enormity of the prestigious school. Only the top, most elite students were invited here, and through hard work and dedication I managed to gain a scholarship here, to London. I could feel everyone's eyes on me as I walked up the new school, hushed whispers filling my ears. I vaguely wondered what they saw when they looked at me. A short 16 year old boy, with a worn brown jacket over a tan wool sweater, jeans and shoes, with dirty blonde hair that fell over my tired green eyes.
I didn't care whether anyone judged me or not, this was no big deal, it was nothing like what my father had to go through in the war. He had to go through bullets, through strangers and armed men everywhere he turned. He had friends, surely, but they all died as he did, succumbing to disease. I didn't need any friends, they don't matter to me. They have their life, and I have mine.
And that's when my eyes fell on him. A tall but slender boy around my age was leaning against the wall of the school, his form hidden nearly by shadows. His dark curly hair fell over his eyes as he watched me intently, smoking a cigarette. I frowned disapprovingly. Smoking causes lung cancer, as well as all of the dangers of secondhand smoking to the students of this school. However, as I looked around, I noticed that very single student seemed to make a very large but subtle arch around him, not getting close, keeping their distance. I found this strange, until I looked back at the corner and realized that the strange boy was gone.
All very strange indeed, but I couldn't waste any time troubling myself over these thoughts. I adjusted my bag over my shoulder as I walked into the school, taking one last glance at the shadowed corner. The boy was there again, but without the cigarette this time. His hands were in his pockets, and his face seemed to be focused only on me. We made eye contact, and I froze in place. He winked before disappearing behind the wall again.
All very strange, indeed.