Fast Times at London High ( A teenlock and johnlock fanfiction)

Chapter 1

Sherlock

"Out, Mycroft!" I yelled pointing at the open door. "Calm down, Sherlock. I'm only here to help." "OUT OUT OUT!" He turned and left my room and into the hallway. I slammed the door shut. "Therapy my ass..." I grumbled to myself. I continued packing my suitcase carelessly. "I don't need his help. I'm fine. Just because-" the knocking on my door stole me from my thoughts. "Jesus Mycroft! Leave me ALONE!" "William, it's your mother." I walked to my door and flung it open. "You know it's Sherlock now, mom." "Sorry, Sherlock. Why are you going by your middle name? Is it because of your-" I cut her off. "Stop talking about it!" She frowned and tears welled in her eyes. Great, I hurt her feelings. "No, no, no, mom. I'm sorry. It's just...hard. Yes, that's why. I'm leaving William behind. I'm going to a new school where no one knows me and my... I don't want to be William anymore. I can be Sherlock and keep it under wraps. Okay?" I wiped the tears from her cheeks. "Okay, Sherlock." She stood on the tips of her toes and looked over my shoulder to see how packing was going. " Will-Sherlock, Look at your clothes. Let me pack for you." She stepped around me and started folding. She tucked her bangs behind her ear. My mother had short, blonde hair. Cut just under her ears. She was short compared to me. Small and dainty. She had vivid blue green eyes with specks of gold. I look like my father and my mom's eyes is the only trace of her on my face. "Sherlock? Sherlock?" I ignored my brothers calls from down stairs. "Go see your brother." I sighed. "No way, mom." She turned to face me. Of course, she had the "do-what-I-say-or-you'll-be-sorry" face on. I made my way down the stairs. "What?!" I yell as I stomped into the kitchen. "Why are there cow eyeballs in the microwave?" Mycroft asked, holding the jar in one hand. "Put them back! It's an experiment!" "How do you even get cow eyes anyway?" He was examining the contents through the glass as he spoke. "You're sixteen, Sherlock. Who the heck sells a teenager eye balls?" I could tell it was a rhetorical question. I yanked the jar out of his hands and put it back in the microwave. "You know you're not supposed to be smoking, Mycroft." "Observant, Sherlock. Well done." I brush past him and move to the sink so I can wash my hands. "Give me one. I haven't smoked in days." He smirked, "You're not supposed to be smoking ethire." I smiled and walked to the front door. "It was worth a shot." I say to him taking out his pack and his lighter. I turn to open the door when he replied, "Don't you need these?" He dangled my car keys from his long fingers. "Psych." I held up my reall keys and walked out side.

I woke up to the blaring sound of my alarm clock at six a.m. "London High, here I come." I say to myself. I run my hand through my inky black curly hair and make my way to the bathroom, the navy blue towel over my right shoulder. At 6:51, I'm tying my shoes on the bottom step. "Oh Sherlock! I'm going to miss you!" My mother had her arms locked around my back. "Mom, it's only an hour drive. I'll be a text away. I promise." She finally released me only to hug me once more. "You're cab is here, Sherlock." Mycroft said simply. " "Thanks." I reply. Mycroft held out his hand to me. I decided I'm going to be mature and shake his hand. "I'll be checking up on you." I glared at him. That's the last thing I need. My older brother occasionally appearing around campus. The cabbie stepped out and put my case in the back. "I'm Jeffery Hope, nice to meet you." He shook my hand and opened the driver's side door. I get in the back seat and buckle my seatbelt. The drive was nice, no traffic surprisingly. The car came to a stop as I pulled out my wallet to pay. "It's on me, kid." said Jeffery. "Thanks." I replied with a smile. I grabbed my suitcase and set of to the front office. "Name?" The woman barely looked up at me as she spoke. "Sherlock. Sherlock Holmes." She typed my name into the computer. "There's no one under that name." "Try William Holmes." I waited as she searched my name again. "Here you are William. I'll print out your schedule now." She clicked one more button and the printer came alive. "Is it possible to change William to Sherlock? Sherlock is my middle name." I asked her. She handed me the warm paper. "No can do. Well, here is your schedule, Sherlock. And here is your map of the school. I highlighted your dorm. You will have a roommate as every student does" She said. "Oh, I don't need the map. I memorized it from the website." I tell her. "Yeah right." She forced the map in my hand and sent me on my way. London High is huge. It's three stories high with cream colored walls and white tile floors. I threw away the map into the first trash can I saw. I took the stairs to the third level and walked down the corridor to 221B. I took the key that was hanging next to the door and unlocked the door. Lying on the bed at left side of the room, a boy looked up from a book and closed it. He then stood and crossed the room. "Hi, I'm John." I shook his hand, "Sherlock, nice to meet you." I reply. "You new here?" He asked as he sat back down on the bed. "Yeah. How 'bout you?" I set my case at the bottom of the bed as I took a set on the edge of my mattress. "Same." He said to me. "What grade are you in?" I asked. "Eleventh." "Me too. So you're sixteen?" I was surprised. I keep to myself. I don't like people much. Well, at all. He was different. I just opened up like a book. "Fifteen actually." This is dangerous. This is how I get hurt. I can't be his friend. Or anyones friend. "Where are you from, Sherlock?" I started to unpack. "London." I answered. "I figured. Where in London though?" I sighed. "How do you feel about the violin?" I changed the subject quickly. I plan to end this conversation shortly. "What?" "I play the violin when I'm thinking. I sometimes don't talk for days. Will that bother you?" I spoke quickly. "No. No, that's fine." I put my last few things away. "Good."

John

Sherlock was interesting to say the least. He seemed open when we first started talking but all of a sudden, he became closed off. I took a look at my schedule for the first time. "Biology? I passed that!" I noticed him glance at me, eyebrow raised. "Sorry, I think there was a mixup with my classes." I felt my cheeks getting warm. Why? I have no idea. I begrudgingly got up and went to see Delorise in the front office. "You think there was a mixup with your classes?" She asked. Clearly not buying it. "Well, yeah. I passed biology in my freshman year." I reply. "Unless you have a copy of your grades you have to take bio." I smiled as I spoke. "I have them right here on my mobile." I pulled out my phone and magnified the picture. Next to biology, sure enough, was an A. "Do you need a hard copy? I can have my mum fax it to you if necessary." She seemed surprised. "No. Thats fine. I honestly wasn't expecting you to have your grades on you." I gave a nervous laugh, "I want to get into med school so I make copies and a pictures to keep track of my progress." She definitely thought I was a little odd. "What class would you like to take?" She turned the computer towards me. "Chemistry." I was in luck, I got the last slot available. I make my way back to my dorm to find Sherlock peered over a laptop. "...S..h...e..r" He looked up from what he was doing to glance at me. "Are you working on some project or something?" I asked. He couldn't really be working on homework can he? "Just finished hacking this high school's poorly guarded system to change my name to Sherlock instead of...my first name." "Oh." Was all I could think to say. I didn't press to know his first name, he obviously didn't want to tell me. I flopped bed and continued reading. We stayed in silence for the rest of the sunday.

The first day of school was okay. Mostly just introductions and what to expect for this coming year. This was the last class of the day and I was bored out of my mind. I enter room 332 to find Sherlock in the back row skimming the text book. All the seats were filled except one. I put my backpack down on the ground and sit in the vacant chair. "Hey." I say to him as I take off my jacket. He seemed distant. I guess he's in a not talking mood. " Afternoon everyone. My name is Arthur Doyle but you can call me Mr. Doyle or Mr. D. I am your instructor but also your friend. Now, we're going to take a quiz to see what you know. Don't be upset if you don't know much of the material. I don't expect you to. Take one and pass it back." I took the paper and jotted my name down. There eleven problems total. I knew about six. I thought I probably did better than everyone else as I looked around the room. Other students look confused and some scratching their heads. I look down reviewing my answers when Mr. Doyle came over. I glanced at him noticing he stopped and Sherlock. He looked stunned. I decided I should keep my head down. Maybe he got them so wrong Mr. D was surprised anyone could get a score that low. I raise my hand, ready to turn in my test. He took mine and glanced at it and walked to another hand that was raised. "How did you do?" I asked Sherlock. "Eh. Okay I guess." He replied. A few minutes later, Mr. Doyle spoke, "Now that everyone has handed in their test, I'd like to mention one student who knocked it out of the park. Well done, Sherlock! Eleven out of eleven!" I looked at him aghast. "You said you did okay. That was not okay. That was phenomenal!" I said. "I did okay, John." He glared at me as he spoke. I didn't listen to what our teacher was saying anymore. I gave him a compliment and he acted like it was an insult. He was fine when I met him and then a switch was turned and he changed his whole attitude. I can't think of anyway I insulted him. The bell then rang and I came back into the world and headed to my dorm.