Love Story

PE Sucks

Sherlock POV

Who on Earth actually and sincerely enjoys PE?

I liked school.. Correction, I sometimes tolerated school. If it weren't for two things:

1.PE

People whose favorite subject is PE are either jocks or just insanely weird.

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2.Fucking rugby lads.

Every single day I walked in, got smashed into a couple of lockers and then spit on by Anderson and his teammates . I hated it. It's embarrassing. I wish I had somewhat of muscles, so I can smash his face. Not to say that verbally smacking him wasn't satisfying on its own. Seeing his smug arse smirk slowly fall, as I told him that Donavan was cheating on him with multiple of his football lads, gave me an even bigger dose of endorphins than solving any other case ever had. I was walking on air. That was, of course, before he broke my nose.

Anyways to the matter at hand. PE. Horrid. I thought getting out of high school and into college might finally mean I can get rid of it. Horribly mistaken.

It's not that I wasn't fit enough. I was. I play ballet every day, sometimes I won't leave the ballroom until I got the move down to perfection, which could be days on end. It's more that I have a problem with being told what to do. 'A serious problem with authority' as Mycroft had put it. It's not that I want to be free or any of that bullshit. It just does something to me. Teachers, and adults in general, who thought they were so much more intelligent due soully to their age got under my skin. Especially ones that were complete idiots. So, most of them. Thinking they're smarter than me, when all it takes is a mere glance, and not only can i tell they're whole life story, but I can unravel things that they buried deep down, sometimes things that they didn't even know about themselves. And then, I just can't help myself from telling them, showing them what I'm capable of, make them eat their words. Every single time without fail, it angered them. Because of course, a mere kid such as myself, couldn't possibly know so much. I had gotten copious times before in trouble, for simply observing. Well Mycroft always told me that my big mouth will end up causing grand trouble for me someday.

My troublesome relationship with authority was also the reason I changed 4 colleges even though I was only a freshman. That and something about ,,...those crazy whack experiments of his set off the fire alarm! We have no choice but to expel". Dear mummy and daddy had probably tried to pay a good half million for me to keep going there, but the school apparently had a set of rules to follow of which I had broken all. So that was that.

I was down to the last school left in near vicinity to the morgue, which was crucial to what I do. My old high school. It had a college attached. Not ideal. In lots of ways. Sure it was prestigious and elite, but two major things made it my last choice of option.

Anderson. That fucking moron. He and I got of to a...rocky start. I said rugby guys are brutes. He started calling me names. So naturally, I did my deduction on him. After revealing to the whole class that his dad was having an affair with our history teacher, he punched me square in the nose. The first-- and not the last time he would end up doing that.

And lastly Mycroft. My brother was a TA and a hall monitor there, so mum asked him to keep an eye on me. Which apparently meant, babysit me and stalk me every. single. time. I went out of my dorm. Meaning I wasn't able sneak out to work cases. Or sneak off to buy heroin or cigs.

Thank god though, the Mycroft thing didn't last that long. Why? Because he has found himself a new 'boy toy'. Of course he denied it immediately. But I could see the way he couldnt kept the smile off his face when he was talking to a certain rugby brute. For someone who's supposed to be a genius, he's quite a shitty liar.

So PE. I was supposed to be running, doing laps. Hah like fuck I waz. I was sitting down on the ground picking at my nails and generally being a little arrogant shit. See, at least I was self aware!

"HOLMES GET OFF YOUR BUTTOCKS AND START RUNNING!"

"I don't think I will"

"Up. NOW! Or a week's detention!" he roared his, face turning a bright red color.

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"DETENTION STARTING TODAY, 6 PM! BE THERE OR I SWEAR TO GOD SHERLOCK I WILL MAKE YOU DO LAPS UNTIL YOU COLLAPSE OF EXHAUSTION!"

A/N Eyo! First John lock fic ever so I'm a bit nervous. I don't want them to be too much out of character but at the same time I wanna put my own little twists of sorts to them. I'm not sure if there's PE in college but in this fic there is sooo. ANYWAYS have a good day/night :)