It was just another day at Bakerstreet High. Sherlock dreaded going to highschool. Everything was too easy. He knew everything already. Better than the teachers, to be honest. It was late october. Perfect weather, at least for Sherlock. He got to wear his favorite marine blue scarf.
"Hey freak! Scared you would freeze?" Donvan yelled from across the hallway. "Perhaps you should wear a scarf too, Sally. Pretty obvious Anderson was over last night" Sherlock simply answered as he took out his laptop from his locker. God he hated these boring people around him. "Excuse me?! I don't know what yo are talking about!" Donovan answered quickly. Trying really hard not to turn red. Sherlock sighed and turned his head and said: "Oh really? It is quite obvious really. First of you are wearing his cologne. Second of you can't possibly ignore the big bruise in your neck. So either Anderson was over or your cat has some really bad habbits. Cat? Obviously, look at your jeans. Anderson? Well why else would you wear his cologne and use his birthdate as your locker combination". Donovan just slammed her locker shut. Gave Sherlock a look and left. Behind her a bright red Anderson. Sherlock sighed and looked bak into his locker.
"That was... Amazing" Sherlock heard. He frowned and looked beside him. "What?" he asked. A short blonde guy was standing next to him. He clearly was new and ha no clue who Sherlock was. "The thing, you just did there... That was amazing. She really didn't know what to say" the boy said. A soft smile on his face. Sherlock just looked at him, scanning him from head to toe. He could see the boy was getting uncomfortable. "Uhm... I am John... New here... My locker is next to yours, I did not mean to listen in on your conversation" the boy said, scratching the back of his head. Sherlock simply closed his locker and walked away. He really wasn't feeling like doing any effort. This guy would turn out to be a dick, just like everyone else. John frowned and looked down. "Well, that was strange... Does my breath smell? Is there something between my teeth? This is going to be a long day" John said to himself befor heading to his class.
Before they know it lunchbreak is there and a message was heard through the intercom. "Sherlock Holmes, please come to the principal's office" a female voice said. Sherlock sighed. What did he do wrong now? Did Donovan really go to the principal for earlier? As soon as he walked into the office he saw John sitting there as well. Sherlock rolled his eyes. "Mycroft, if you think I will show him around, you are wrong" he said before settling in one of the chairs. John looked down. And looked confused. Did Sherlock really call the principal by his first name? The principal looked stern. "Sherlock, you have no other choise. Or do you want an idiot leading him around. Just show him around" he said. "Did you have fun with Lestrade? He is walking with a limp. You should be easier on him, brother mine" Sherlock said, fiddling around with a skull that was on the desk. The principal sighed and didn't look at John. "Sherlock, just do as I ask. And please do not go babbling about my personal life when other students are around. You know what could happen when they find out..." he answered. "Uhm... excuse me... I... I will manage, he doesn't have to do this... I will find my way around... He probably thinks I am stupid anyway" John said. Sherlock grinned "Correct, now if you will excuse me, I have a case to work on" Sherlock said, stood up and left. John looked down. "Thank you anyway, Mister Holmes. And uhm... Don't worry... About what Sherlock said. It's fine... I mean, of course it is fine. What I meant was... It will stay between us" John said. The princpal nodded. "Thank you, Watson. Please do not hesitate to come here if you have questions. And please forgive me my brother's behavior. He just didn't have an easy time growing up. Do not take it personally" he said. John thanked him and left. He saw a scarf just outside the office. Sherlock's scarf. John picked it up and put it in his bag. Carrying on with his day.
"Anderson, give me my scarf... NOW" Sherlock said. Class was over and it was time to go home. Sherlock couldnt find his scarf anywhere. It was a gift from his mother. He held on to it dearly. "For the last time, I do not have your bloody scarf, freak! Stop being such a dramaqueen over a piece of fabric" Anderson replied and walked off. Sherlock sighed. He was about to call Mycroft as he heard the locker next to him open. "Hey Sherlock" John said quietly. Staying polite even though Sherlock has been quite a dick today. John always stayed nice. You never know what the other person is going through. "Oh for god's sake! Stop trying to be friendly! You do not like me, it is just a way to insult me later, well it is not going to work!" Sherlock lashed out.
