Teen!WhoLock

Chapter Three: Summer

Form class was pretty good. Sherlock and I talked about deductions while John hit his head on his desk, muttering something about 'two of them'.

"Any siblings?" I asked suddenly. "Besides the OCD older brother?"

He nodded.

"Besides Mycroft? One." Sherlock said. "How about you? I already know that you're the oldest, and you play flute. You can write with both hands, although you perfer your left one, and you've started to consider self harm."

John's head shot up. "What?!" he squeaked.
"Well, it's obvious. Gabi's sleeves are the usual three quart length. Summer's go all the way down to cover her wrists." Sherlock explained.

"What about the whole 'considering' part?" I asked. Yes, he was right, but I wanted to test this guy.

"Well, you've kept up your appearance. Most suicidals don't, they only groom themselves enough so grownups don't notice." he said. "Your hair is neatly brushed, your even wearing eyeshadow, mascara, and lipgloss."

I crossed my arms and nodded, one corner of my mouth turned up.

"You are good." I allowed.

He mirrored my smile. "I'm the best."

"Three." I answered. "Three younger sisters."

"Hang on, you're self harming?" John practically shreiked.

"Keep it down!" I hissed, noticing a few heads turning our way. "John, no, I'm not."

Since I didn't see his relieved looked, I rolled up my sleeves to show him the small, fairt scars.

"See. Their tiny." I said pointedly. "Barely noticable."

John looked furious.

"Please don't do that anymore. They'll send you to the counselor." he hissed.

"So?" I asked.

"The counselor is Professor Moriarty!"

I blinked. That name kept popping up at random times. I slowly rolled down my sleeves, lost in thought.

"John, for once, is actually right." Sherlock admitted. John looked at his friend in shock.

"I am?" he questioned. I had to look down and let my hair curtain my face and my smile. "I mean, yes, I am. Of course I am."

"Don't push it."

"Sorry."

"But other than that and the whole Moriarty thing, you're only fifteen years old. Wait at least five more years until you decide if you want to live or not." Sherlock said.

"Ye- no. No, Sherlock! No, don't- don't ever hurt yourself." John said.

I rolled my eyes.

"Alright, I won't." I said. "It hurt, anyway. Why put myself in unnessary pain?"

John looked at me doubtfully.

"I promise." I added. Still doubtful looks. "Okay, you have permission to conficate every sharp thing I own if you thing I'm self harming."

John gave a satisfied smile. I gave my one corner up smile. I know think it's my trademark smile.

The bell rang just then.

"Next class?" I asked, gathering my stuff. I looked over when I saw a rush of movement. A student was talking to Mr. Kent, who looked over at me, a little concerned. If this was caused by John's outburst, I'm going to punch him.