Marking scheme for a TA.

First Day: During Class

"Oi! What's that freak doing here?" A loud voice, one John instantly recognized, made him look up at his students until his eyes landed on Sebastian's.
"Moran, you know how I run my classroom. If you decide to speak inappropriately out of turn again I'll have to ask you to leave for the week." he arched a brow and nodded at Sherlock. "Continue, Mr. Holmes."

Sherlock's eyes snapped to the sandy hair of the student and grit his teeth slightly.
Miscalculation.
He hadn't expected anyone from his schooling to be in the class though with how old he was and the age he finished at it made sense. Taking a few seconds Sherlock shook his head and looked back at John.
"...right. The papers are finished, I typed out the question answers you needed. They are on my laptop on your desk. I also arranged your files and papers alphabetically " he said, making a valiant effort to ignore the students.
Watching the young man list off the things he'd accomplished and watching him try desperately not to fidget or look uncomfortable almost made John sigh. "Right, you can work my laptop with the slides. You should be able to hear from the office, just go in there with it." he hoped that was the right choice, and that it would ease Sherlock's obvious discomfort at the students. Moran especially. He nudged Sherlock a bit, putting the laptop in his arms. "Class, this is my new TA, Sherlock Holmes. I expect nothing but respect to go towards him and if any of you step out of line or show any sort of disrespect, I will personally see that the headmaster, you, and I sit down for a chat. You're adults, act like it." he nodded at Sherlock to go to the office, knowing the smart kid would know how to set the laptop up to the projector via bluetooth.

Sherlock looked at the other thankfully before nodding, giving a quick wave to the class, and fled to the office. Sherlock made quick work of setting the computer up and sat at the desk. He looked around the office, glad to be away from the students but beginning to get antsy again. Listening carefully as John began to speak, Sherlock began drawing out different diagrams to go along with the upcoming tests. Making sure to include detail as he inked them with one of the pens from his pocket.

The lesson went twice as smoothly as usual, Sherlock a huge help albeit a simple one. John eventually dismissed the class and answered a few questions on exams before leaning in the doorway of his office. "Didn't make friends too easily with your intellect and sass, did you?" John asked it with a soft teasing smile and shoved off the doorway, walking inside. "If they give you any trouble you come straight to me, yeah? I won't tolerate it. Not for a second." He started gathering his things together, he had grown up watching people constantly bully and berate his sister for being a tomboy and then for being bisexual when she came out. It hurt him enough to see his twin go through it and trying to protect her. He hadn't ever told anyone except her that he was bisexual too, it would have only made things worse for both of them.

" Sebastian sent me to the hospital twice" Sherlock said as he disconnected the laptop and closed it, passing John the diagrams he'd made up.
" besides, I have no need friends. I function fine on my own" he spoke, a slight coldness to his words.
" I'm going to go get my laptop. If you need anything for tomorrow you can text me, my number is on one of the papers" he said before walking past the other quickly. This was a mistake. He should have waited longer. Too many people knew him already and if Sebastian was already in his class now... a slight chill took Sherlocks spine. It was just a semester. As long as he avoided the students he'd be fine, he reasoned.

"Sherlock, wait." John turned around as the kid walked out of his office, following him and furrowing his brow a bit. "I'd hate for you to be uncomfortable. I know we got off on the slightly wrong foot, but I don't want someone to try working with me only to hate their job every bloody day because of some bully. I can ask for your transfer. I have a rough history with TA's as it is and they wouldn't even question it." He arched a brow and looked at the kid with pursed lips, waiting for a response.
"I miss calculated. Changing classes won't help, I'll still be with the same people I went to school with before. " he said as he powered off his laptop. "Thank you though. Is there anything you need for tomorrow? " he asked as he pulled on his bag.
Pursing his lips and thinking for a moment, John shook his head. "No, this is brilliant enough. Be on time tomorrow, please." He smiled a bit, wanting to at least try to end on a good note with the kid. He knew they were likely going to butt heads all the time, but he could be mature enough to keep the energy positive as possible. "I'll send you a text tonight just in case you need to get a hold of me. If you're going to be late at least try to let me know." He shifted and nodded at him. "Have a good night, Mr. Holmes." He turned around to go back in his office.
Sherlock nodded "alright, I'll make sure to keep my phone on so i can hear your text. " he said and smiled at him, feeling a bit more relaxed now. " Sherlock. You can call me Sherlock, I'd prefer it actually " he said and nodded to him as he shouldered his bag. " see you tomorrow John, I'll bring in some tea if you like" hs said before leaving and beginning to make his way down the street to his flat. John watched him leave before taking a deep breath. Maybe this one would last. He didn't seem too skiddish and he knew the material almost better than John it seemed. He looked over the diagrams, entranced with the beautiful spider like marks that were letters and the flowing sketches that went with them. "Sherlock. Right." He mumbled it to himself and pursed his lips before pulling out his mobile and sending a quick text to the number left on the corner of the top page. Then he slid into his coat, gathered his papers and laptop into his book bag, and headed out, shutting the lights off and locking the door behind him.