Freak

Chapter 2

"Now , I want you to behave at this school , Sherlock , there's nowhere else to send you at the minute and I don't want to home school you." Mycroft said with a grimace .

Sherlock smirked , he most certainly didn't want to be homeschooled by Mycroft , however , the thought of inconviniencing his brother was highly appealing .

"So , Sherlock, what did you smuggle in this time? I know you wouldn't follow fathers orders ...ever , so what was it?" he said , lighting a ciggerette and opening the window.

"I don't know what you're talking about , dear brother, I'd never do such a thing " Sherlock said, putting on a sarcastic shocked face .

" Oh haha, I saw the split lining in your bag, now what is it?"

"Oh the knife! Yes and eh...some cocaine,150 quid, few ciggeretes, speaking of which " he said as he stole Mycrofts ciggerete and took a long drag

He rolled his eyes trying to grab it from Sherlock, to grab it from Sherlock.

" It's illegal Sherlock!"

"So is that suit..." Sherlock muttered, holding the cigarette out of the window.

" You're 15!"

"Well done Mycroft." Sherlock smirked , "You've figured out the concept of age, maybe now you'll stop dressing like father."

They eventually arrived at the school. Clambering out of the car into the dismal rain Sherlock his backpack on his back and grabbed his trunk from the boot of the car . He wished he had his belstaff coat on so he could turn up his collar against the harsh wind. He looked around , deducing everyone in the busy yard, hugging their umbrellas close and rushing into the building.

He looked to a boy meandering at the gates.

He was scared-no nervous.  He'd been cheating on his girlfriend...and he wanted to conceal it.1 dog...that he hates.

He looked to another girl.

Wants to be a pilot. First hand clothes, not a large amount of money. Only child.

There were some grey, blocky gates , with Baskerville Boarding School , written in iron letters.

He let the rain soak through his hair , and his ridiculous school uniform. He liked the rain, just not the wind so much; he could barley see through the curls plastered across his eyes.

"Goodbye Sherlock, I'll pick you up at the end if term...if not before " Mycroft muttered and got into his car, "And do behave !" He shouted from his window as started the car and sped off.

"HARRY" Sherlock heard a shout from behind him and saw a short blonde boy , trying to release himself from the grasp of a simaler looking woman. His sister presumably. Too young to be him mother, adding the fact he called her "Harry" and not "Mum".

"I just wanted a hug from my 'iccle baby brother. Good luck, I love you." Sherlock smirked before turning his attention elsewhere .

He looked at his watch, it was 30 minutes till he had to be inside, so that gave him about 45 minutes before he would actually go inside. He looked around and saw a large tree with twisting bramches all the way up. So, grabbing the handle of his trunk he half carriend, half dragged it to the base of the tree and started to climb, taking his backpack with him. Once he was comfortable , he opened his bag , and re-ripped the lining on it , taking out his ciggarettes and lighting one.

He watched all the children going into the school, looking sullen because their summer was over. He saw the blonde boy again, he had his face buried in an old book.Not looking up as he walked towards the school, he walked past the tree and tripped clumsily over a root. Sherlock looked him over and could see his ankle was twisted quite badly, he looked at the book on the floor .  

"A hitchikers guide to the galaxy."

For some reason unknown to himself , Sherlock swung upside down in the tree , dangling from his knees, and reached for the book , dusting it off .  

The boy looked shocked when he saw Sherlock in the tree and then smiled and said

"Thanks ...you new ?"

Sherlock kept his cold face and nodded whilst deducing him , And getting ready for the punch that would follow.

" You are too , you're here because your mum is travelling with work and your sister is an alcoholic , and your father...well, there's nowhere else for you. "

He took another long drag from the ciggarette, enjoying the first day in a while that he's been able to smoke . When was the punch coming anyway ?

" Yea..wait ...how did you.."

Sherlock smirked and blew the smoke out towards the boy. Still no punch ...

"Oi , stop it will you? I ..I need a hand"

Sherlock frowned, the boy hadn't hit him ....

Sherlock swung down from the tree and held out his hand, the blonde grabbed hold of it and Sherlock pulled him up, the boy wobbling on his foot. Stubbing out his ciggarette Sherlock pinched the letter in the boy's pocket .

" You're John Watson , and you're rooming with ...Sherlock Holmes "

" Oh I'm John Watson, am I? Never knew.  And, hope my room mate's an alright guy..."

Sherlock didn't reply , just kept a straight face, grabbing his bag from the tree.

"Can you walk?"

" Yes , yes I'm fine "

"Ok well , im ..I'm going in"

Sherlock walked off , turning around once again as he heard John shout.

"Wait!"

John frowned and pointed at Sherlock's bag.

"You can see the ciggarettes in your bag, they'll take them off you of you leave them sticking out ..."

Sherlock nodded his thanks and concealed the ciggarettes, walking towards the school building .