The Bridge Between Worlds : A Teen!Superwholock AU

Ch.7 : The one with the Glasses

"Rose! ROSE!"
Ten was going to be late to school if Rose held up any longer.
"I'm coming!" She shouted back to him. Just then, she emerged from her room, her blond hair shining.
Ten smiled, "It's about time," he put his arm around her, "I was gonna leave you if you stayed in there for a few more seconds!"
Rose smirked, "You would not!"
"I totally would!" Ten laughed.
They both walked out of the girls' dormitory and off to class.
"Y'know you shouldn't have kept me in the library all day yesterday." Rose stated, "I was supposed to show a new kid to his dorm. He's probably still completely lost!"
"Aw, don't worry about that!" Ten said, "There's plenty of people 'round. He probably figured out where the dorms were."
Rose sighed, "I hope so..."
Together, they walked into the school. Once they entered, Ten and Rose separated to go to their individual classes.
Ten started to walk away while noticing other people in the halls. A short, blond-haired kid talking to a tall, skinny, curly-haired boy. Another dark-haired boy wearing a trench coat and walking with some kid with broad shoulders. He even saw his younger brother, Eleven walking with his friends Amy and Rory.
Ten started to wonder who this new kid Rose was talking about earlier. Didn't she mention his name was John or something? He didn't know.
He finally started to head towards his own class, arriving just before the bell rang.

***

"Mr.Smith!"
"Huh? wha-?" Ten woke up from snoozing on his desk.
"If you have trouble staying awake," the teacher began to shout, "Then maybe you should sleep in detention! I will not tolerate students sleeping in my class."
"I'm really sorry!" Ten stammered, still groggy from napping, "It won't happen again, promise!"
"I surely hope so," the teacher said ominously.
Ten started to pull himself up to sit up straight in his chair. He was still so tired, but he forced himself to stay awake.
'I'll never make it through the semester if I fall asleep this easily...' Ten thought to himself, 'Maybe if this teacher would teach something I didn't already know, I wouldn't fall asleep.'
Ten pushed aside the conflict in his head. He might as well listen and refresh on the things he knew. He pulled out his rectangle glasses from his left shirt pocket and put them on. He also pulled out his pencil and started to write on a piece of paper some of the things the teacher was saying. And he totally wasn't doodling in between sentences while writing.

***

"Help! Someone help, please!"
The sound of a distressed voice made Ten's head swerve away from his classwork.
A student he didn't recognize burst through the door, their face full of fear.
"There's a kid in the hallway! I-I think she's dead.." The student managed to stutter out.
As the teacher went to comfort the student, Ten and many other students shot up from their desks and raced out the door to see the possibly dead body.
It didn't take long to find a young girl face down on the floor. Her unmoving body almost guaranteed her apparent death.
Before Ten could check her pulse, another student got there first. He wore a black trench coat, a blue scarf, and had dark curly hair. His fingers slid under the girl's neck and lingered for a moment.
"Not dead, just unconscious," He stated out loud, "John!"
The short blonde boy he saw in the hallway earlier that day came running towards the boy taking the girl's pulse. It took him a moment because of the small crowd of students surrounding the girl's body, but he managed to get through.
"What, Sherlock?" He said.
"Would you agree that this girl was knocked out by, possibly, another student or teacher?" Sherlock asked him.
"Uh, yes. I guess so," John answered.
"Then where is the attacker now?"
"..Ran off, maybe?"
"Or, they hid themself in the crowd of students.."
Ten interrupted their conversation with a question of his own, "Either way, you're saying the attacker just disappeared?"
"There's no trace of them," Sherlock replied, "So, yes. Obviously."
"I'll tell you one thing," A deep voice cut through, "I bet it was a ghost."
Ten looked up to see a broad-shouldered boy with golden brown hair, smirking like he already figured out exactly how the girl was attacked.
"A ghost?" Sherlock scoffed, "You're joking. That's completely idiotic, Dean."
Dean frowned at Sherlock, he looked uncomfortable and glared at the boy.
"My dad's an expert on this kinda stuff. If someone didn't do it, then something did." He stated.
"Then your dad is a lunatic if he spends so long studying something so stupid."
Ten saw Dean advance forward in a surge of anger before a younger boy grabbed him by his jacket and pulled Dean back. It seemed that he didn't appreciate the comment Sherlock made. The younger boy, Sam from what he overheard, tried to calm Dean down, telling him that Sherlock didn't know what he was talking about. This intrigued Ten. Was Dean serious when he said a ghost could have knocked out the young girl? Could it have been a ghost?