Remember Me (Teenlock)

Chapter Three

Sherlock’s POV

John and I were friends. That’s what he had said before he left my room. I had no clue if he meant it or if it was simply a trick Moriarty’s devils were playing on me. Because I couldn’t be completely sure, I decided to only slightly trust John. I didn’t tell him personal things, not on that first night. Maybe in a few days or weeks I could decide if I actually trusted him. I of course would be thinking about it constantly. Is this something friends would do? Is he with Moriarty and his gang often enough that he could be saying things about me?

I thought it over more and realised I was only being paranoid. John seemed genuine, and when I knew something about someone, I definitely knew that about them. So the next day I gathered up all my courage and dignity I had, of which was very little, and knocked on his door. We had about half an hour before breakfast started, and I had already taken a shower and gotten ready for classes. I waited a few moments (forty-three seconds to be exact) before John answered the door.

“Oh, it’s you. Hey Sherlock. Come in,” he said groggily. He had probably just rolled out of bed, no, he had just rolled out of bed. Awoken by my knock. “We aren’t late, are we?” he asked.

“Oh no, we aren’t late. We still have twenty-six minutes before breakfast. I just assumed you’d be awake. Terribly sorry for waking you,” I responded.

John shook his head, “It’s fine Sherlock. Just wait here a minute, I’m gonna take a quick shower, yeah?” I nodded in agreement and sat down on the edge of his bed to wait.

~*~

John got out of the shower six minutes and fourteen seconds later. “Sorry,” he said when he got out. “That was a bit longer than intended.”

“It’s fine. It didn’t seem that long,” I told him. And it was true. When I was counting in my head, I often thought of other things as well. I had trained myself to always know time and be able to multitask. Well, technically, multitasking isn’t possible, but I got extremely close to it. “We still have nineteen minutes before breakfast starts, so I wouldn’t have cared if you had taken longer. I’m not going to breakfast anyways.”

“Why not?” John asked, but then he suddenly remembered. “Oh, yes. Moriarty. Well, you and I can sit together,” he offered.

I gave him a look before saying, “You do understand that if you sit with me, your social status is going to suffer dramatically.”

John just shrugged. “I don’t really mind, I mean Moriarty and his friends seem okay, but they said that if we did happen to be friends, he didn’t care. He said it was completely my choice. Besides, they don’t have any real reason to hate you, and if they do then they haven’t told me. Do you even have any friends?”

I thought for a moment. Molly and Lestrade were the closest things to friends I had. If we were counting them, I might as well count Mycroft too. I suppose if I had to fit my brother into my group of ‘friends’ then no, I really didn’t have any friends. Reluctantly, I shook my head.

John smiled. “See, this is exactly why I’m going to be there.”

John’s POV

I didn’t think Sherlock believed it when I said I was going to be his friend. I couldn’t blame him, I mean, the poor kid had none, and the first people I became ‘friends’ with you could say, were his demons, his bullies. But I was going to prove it to him somehow or another. Which is even more the reason I offered to sit with him at breakfast. I couldn’t help but wonder what Moriarty and them would all think of my decision. Moriarty claimed he wouldn’t mind, but the other boys all acted like I was a disease. What would they think or say if I was publicly with Sherlock?

I decided to quit worrying, because it wasn’t a big deal. He was a nice boy anyways. I couldn’t understand why they’d call him a freak. I guess if the guys didn’t want to be friends with me after that, they weren’t friends to begin with.

Sherlock suddenly perked his head up. “What’s  your first class?” he asked.

“Uhhhh…..” I ran over to my dresser to check the schedule I’d been given. “History,” I told him.

“Boring, but me too. Read off your whole schedule.”

And I did. It was History, Literature, Dramatic Arts, Math, Study Hall, Biology, Chemistry, and Gym.

Sherlock nodded. “Our schedules are mostly the same, except I take an orchestra class where you have drama, also, I have a physics class where you have biology,” he said.

“Shouldn’t bio, chem, and physics all be in one combined class?” I asked.

Sherlock shot a deathly glare at me. “They’re different,” he said angrily.

“Okay, okay. Touchy subject. Pun not even intended.”

He simply rolled his eyes and stood. “Come on, we don’t want to be late for breakfast.”

We walked out of the room to see a few boys from  last night gathered around chatting. None of them seemed to be  paying any attention, but Sherlock quickly stepped back into my room. I turned around and faced him. “Sherlock, what’s wrong?”

He shook his head and whispered, “Go. Just go. If you’re seen with me by those kids, you’ll never have a chance of surviving in this school.”

“Hey, I already told you that we’re friends. I don’t care if they say anything about us. Let’s just go, they won’t notice us,” I told him reassuringly. Slowly, Sherlock emerged from my room. I hurried and closed my door and locked it. Then we walked down to the dining hall.

I remembered the way for the most part, but Sherlock had to correct me a few times. When we arrived, he informed me that we were one minute and six seconds early.

“How do you do that?” I asked.

“Do what?” he asked in response.

“You, you can, you just know, you know?”

“I’m not sure I understand,” he said.

I just chuckled and shook my head. “It’s fine, it was nothing.”

The boy looked confused for a moment, but seemed to have shrugged it off after another.

We headed over to where the food was, and where some other kids had gone to get their meals. Suddenly, Sherlock was shoved against me and a wave of laughter passed us.

“Haven’t seen you around here much Freak!” one of them said.

“New kid’s just gonna leave you, ya know! Already made bets on the amount of days!” said another.

Comments were flung left and right in a quick 30 seconds before I yelled at them. “Why can’t you guys just leave him alone?! He didn’t do anything to you!”

“John, stop,” Sherlock said in a low voice. I turned to face him. He had evident fear in his eyes. “Please, John. I don’t want you to get hurt too.”

And as if he knew what was about to happen, the first punch hit him in the jaw. No, none of that. He's my friend.

And so I hit that kid back. He’s my friend, and you are never going to hurt him again. And at that point it was final.

I stood up for The Freak.

[A/N: Hey guys, so I know this was a pretty bad chapter, I’m just trying to lead more into something else *wink wink*. But I’m so happy! Over 100 reads in one week when I only have two chapters and an authors note. Thank you all so much! I know it’s practically nothing compared to plenty of other people, but it’s the most reads I’ve ever gotten. So again, thank you. I’ll try to make the next chapter better. Love you! (:]