(Sherlock's P.O.V.)
Attractive?! My new acquaintance thinks I am attractive? How am I going to deal with this? No one has ever really complimented me before, and certainly I deduced it must have been some form of sarcasm.. Yes... sarcasm.
5 minutes of silence
"People just think I am weird. They do not like that I am significantly intelligent and they are simple imbeciles... We're at school now Watson." I replied awkwardly.
"So, what is your name?" John inquired, trying to hide his blush.
"Guess you will have to learn to observe. See you in Biology!" I called out to the new kid, and got up out of the bus seat, ready to help him.
"How the hell did you know I had Biology?" John asked, befuddled.
I gently led him down the steps, and in the direction of the First Aid Room," Remember Watson: observe!" I remarked, making my way over to my form room. What an interesting person John Watson is. Maybe I will actually make a friend and enjoy the company of what my brother would describe as a 'goldfish'. Secretly, I have always wanted a 'goldfish'. I hoped John would be ok, he seemed to be quite nice, and it was his first day- evidently.
(John's P.O.V)
Great. Just great John. The one person who has helped you and not treated you like the clumsy new kid, you call attractive after knowing them for TEN SODDING SECONDS! What is wrong with you?! Yes; he is extremely gorgeous, my type: definitely, exciting: obviously. Then, you had to ruin that. You had to ruin the only chance at friendship you had. Well done(!) More importantly, what is his name? Unbeknownst to him, I noticed his initials: WSSH. What did that stand for?
(Narrator's P.O.V.)
John spent fifteen minutes getting his ankle mostly cleaned up. He found his new form classroom, and eyed an empty chair next to Sherlock. However, before he could sit down, his form tutor asked him who he was and why he was late. John calmly explained, and was introduced to the whole of the form: 14 girls and 12 boys. A group of girls sat on one table consisting of a very attractive girl called Irene and other plainer girls John made out to be Sally, Kitty, and Janine. A group of boys sat on the table opposite centred around a handsome boy named Jim- who seemed to be Irish- and the boys gathered around him were Greg, Phillip, and the mystery man John knew little about. The form tutor, Mrs Hudson, left the class for five minutes.
John sat down next to the kind stranger when Phillip made a snide remark," Got a new girlfriend Sherly? Fag!" he bullied.
"Leave him Anderson." Sherlock replied, barely above a hush.
"Or what?" he mocked, standing up.
"Sit down, Phil." Greg said, clearly annoyed at the homophobia.
"NO! I WON'T!" he yelled.
Before anyone could stop him, John rose and beat Phillip to the ground with a single blow.
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The Crack in the Lens
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