Teen!WhoLock

Chapter Eighteen: Gabi

When I awoke, I found that the Doctor and I had been cuddling with out knowing it.

I got up careful not to wake him.

I could feel my face get hot, and knew I was blushing.

Then I realized something.

Where the heck was Summer?

"Summer?" I asked out loud. "Are you still out with Sherlock?"

No answer.

That's when I noticed the bathroom light was on. I quickly walked over to it.

I heard some breathing, or trying to hold back tears. It was too similar for me to tell.

"S-Summer, is that you?" I asked, knocking a little.

It was silent for a minute before I heard a familiar voice. "Y-yeah."

So it was Summer. Why was she locked in the bathroom?

I immediately knew something was up.

"Summer what's wrong, are you okay?" I asked, worried.

"Yeah I'm fine, I just felt nauseous." She said, as I heard her get up and throw something in the trash.

"If you say so." I lied, pretending to believe her.

Honestly it just seemed like everyday in this school Summer and I got more and more stressed. I didn't even have the same happy emotions I did before I came here.

It seemed like they'd been replaced with excitement and mystery, but also with fear and anxiety.

And I hated it.

But ya know, it's the way life goes and there is nothing you can do about it.

I don't think you can anyways.

Then I realized something else.

"You didn't take pictures... did you?" I asked quickly.

Her only response was a snicker, and I mentally noted to get her later.

I still worried, but I tried not to show it after remembering what Sherlock had told me after art two months ago.... the first time I was ever bullied in my life.

I didn't want to go see Moriarty, I really didn't but another part of me was burning with curiosity about him. And I mean, who can blame me, everyone's curious about something, mine just happens to be the scary school councilor.

Oh and the killer angels.

Then my nervousness got worse, when I remembered the reason she'd gotten sent to Moriarty's office in the first place: Her Self Harming.

"What are you gonna do now huh."

"You know that wasn't a question right?"

"Yup."

I mentally scowled and walked over to Summer's bunkbed, sitting down as she came out of the bathroom.

Summer completely avoided, my gaze. It was like she knew I knew what was wrong...

...Then again, she can kinda deduce like Sherlock so...

The Doctor's groaning cut into my thoughts, and I looked to the side of me, to see him sitting up slowly.

He winced when one of his elbows straightened up and cracked unexpectedly, which made me smile and look away to hide a blush.

Summer grinned evilly, and took out her phone. "Heh heh, now we both have blackmail!" She exclaimed, probably trying to cheer her and myself up.

I smiled, and held up my phone.

"So now what are we supposed to do?" I asked.

"What do you mean, your the one who said you wanted to be lazy all day." Summer retorted, smirking.

"A nap counts as lazy... I'm like a puppy, I'm all lazy cause I have no energy so I take a nap, then when I wake up I actually have energy." I explained.

Summer, and the Doctor burst into laughter at my explanation of my change of mood.

I was just glad Summer was happy. I knew it was a real laugh and not fake.

After a while, we were watching The Voice, one of my favorite T.V. shows, when Sherlock and John came in.

"Stop throwing things at the wall Sherlock!" John quietly shouted at him. As usual, Sherlock just ignored him.

I noticed he took a quick glance at Summer. I actually wouldn't have noticed, but his head jerked a little.

I told myself to pretend not to be worried.

"What are you watching?" John asked.

"Shh! This girl is singing "Human!" Summer whisper-shouted to John.

"Okay..-" "Shh!"

This time both Summer and I shhed John, who then went and sat awkwardly on a space on my bunk.

Sherlock walked over and sat on Summer's. Obviously.

At one point, of watching the voice for hours, I fell asleep while one boy was singing the song "Rain" by Bruno Mars.

The boy sounded so heartbroken when he sang it. It made me wonder how sad him and everyone else might be and what they are hiding. It even made me wonder about me.

I knew this time that I'd fallen asleep leaning on the Doctor's shoulder, but I didn't care. I was just happy Summer and Sherlock were or at least seemed actually happy, not fake happy.

So I dozed off, wondering what drama, and danger tomorrow would bring us.