High Intensity Training [Johnlock]

High Intensity Training [Johnlock] PART ONE

The changing rooms, as ever, was utter chaos. Sherlock often wished that he could go change with the girls but according to Molly they were just as idiotic  as the boys that Sherlock was surrounded by. Not that there was even as many as usual. There's perhaps just ten boys here (as opposed to the usual twenty) thanks to some school trip that was taking place. 

Sighing softly, Sherlock runs a hand through his dark curls, his frown deepening as he watches one boy try to whip his friend with a tightly wound top. 

Sherlock turns to John, who stood beside him changing into his kit (which was coloured the same ugly brown as their school logo). Even though he was changing, he'd only managed to get his shorts on and his top off. He was continuously getting distracted by friends talking to him and so on. 

"Like what you see, Holmes?" John asks in a teasing voice when he turns around and catches Sherlock looking at him. 

Sherlock smirks at his friend, pleased to see John is a good mood. "Oh, I like."

"Yeah?" John quirks an eyebrow up, moving a little closer to the dancer. 

"Yeah" Sherlock nods, reaching his hand out to ghost his fingers across John's lightly toned stomach. "There's nothing not to like"

After his cheeks stain a faint pink, John laughs and shoves Sherlock's hand away. "Don't touch what you can't effort, Sher" He adds a wink in before pulling his ugly PE shirt over his head. 

Sherlock opens his mouth to reply when the teacher comes into the changing room and claps his hands to get the attention of the boys. Sherlock and John looks over to him, two of just four people that seemed to acknowledge the teacher's presence. Sherlock sits on the bench where he'd been changing and John scrambles to shove on his shoes before he sits too, waiting for the teacher to take their attendance (after he eventually gets the rowdy boys to settle, that is)

A few minutes later, the teacher stands with a sigh after taking the register. "Right. Head into the sports hall, boys. Miss is taking your class today" 

That caused hoots and hollers to escape a number of the boys. Sherlock rolls his eyes and mutters "pigs" under his breathe. The Miss that sir was talking about was Miss Adler, a young and sexy teacher that wore tight clothing which she only got away with because she's a PE teacher and has to wear sporty clothing. Sherlock could see why the boys liked her but what he hated was how she seemed to like him just a bit too much. He's pretty sure that she'd hit on him on multiple occasions. 

Sherlock smirks to himself, deciding that next time she hits on him he's just going to tell her that he likes cock. 

They all trail into the sports wall, sitting in front of the bench where Miss Adler was currently sitting. She waits patiently as they file in and Sherlock can see that she has to work at it to not smile at the boys openly drooling over her. 

There was a group of girls already there and Sherlock smiles at Molly as he sits, glad that he'd have the lesson with her too. John often ditched him in this lesson seeing as he was far superior in sports. And by far superior Sherlock meant that John actually gave a shit nine times out of ten and Sherlock wasn't going to burst his bubble by informing him that Sherlock could beat him in most sports but didn't because he just doesn't care. 

Sherlock envies Molly for being able to do dance just because she's a girl. He has to take expensive lessons to practise and learn dance (although his focus was on ballet and in school it was a wider range taught). 

Once everyone settles, Miss Adler stands to ensure she has everyone's attention. Sherlock notes the box beside her then and prays that those multi-coloured things sticking out the top are what he thinks they are. He doesn't raise his hopes, though, and looks to the teacher to await explanation as to why they aren't out on the muddy field with a ball like they normally are.

"Due to lack of teachers, we're collapsing classes today. I'm sure you gathered as much already" She smiles and turns to pick up the box before she places them by her feet. "Everyone, grab a weight and mat then find a space. We're doing aerobics today" 

Sherlock beams. All the other boys stare at the teacher as if she's mental and don't move an inch while Sherlock and the girls stand to do as the teacher asked. Molly raises an eyebrow at Sherlock when they meet by the weight box. Sherlock glances at the boys before shrugging and picking up a weight. 

"Mats are one between two" Miss Adler calls, her eyes on the unmoving boys. 

Molly links her arm with Sherlock's own and grins, obviously claiming him as her mat partner. Sherlock smiles back at his friend before they go to fetch one of the large mats from the storage cupboard. When they came out, all the boys were on their feet and complaining about what they were supposed to do. Sherlock frowns when he hears some stupid comment about how aerobics is for girls. That was ridiculously inaccurate. 

"Ignore them" Molly says, almost offhandedly. 

Sherlock takes her advice and they choose a spot for their mat and sit, playing with their weights and talking while the teacher deals with the boys. In the end, Miss Adler tells him all to get on with what she asked or they'd all have a detention on Friday after school. They all look at one another before sitting on the bench, accepting their detention. 

Miss Adler makes a point of moving her mat away and while it seems that it's just to get away from the boys, Sherlock also knows that it's to deny them any chance of staring at her arse. 

Her change in position means that everyone else has to change the angle of their mats too so that they can see her properly. She smiles round at them and her eyes widen when she spots Sherlock. She must have been shocked to see that he wasn't going along with the crowd of boys. Sherlock rolls his eyes, wondering why people were so shocked that he didn't care about fitting in with all those idiots.

Miss Adler puts the music on then, getting her lesson started and ignoring the students sat down talking among themselves. 

Sherlock had to admit that he was a little disappointed at John also refusing but John had always been a bit of a sheep and so it didn't make it surprising that he'd followed the lead of all his other male friends. 

"Right, first of all. Stretches!" The teacher calls and leads the warm up.

He and Molly look at one another as they place their weights on the floor and they grin at one another. Molly mouths the word of the song at Sherlock, making him laugh as they do they first stretch. He's been dying to do something like this for a long time and they both know it and now it seems impossible to not be happy.