THE DAY I MET HIM

Trigonometry.

I looked over at Sherlock and smirked, he's not the only clever one around here. He was so sweet. He looked over, smiled and nodded as if to say 'well done, I always believed in you'. We were both buzzing and excited but we knew it wasn't yet the time to explore.

Rays of light filtered through the windows. The sun was rising. In a few hours everyone would be up. We needed more than a couple of hours to search and end this mystery.

****

Lunch wasn't much good. We were too enthralled with the idea of a mystery to even taste a morsel. The smell of crispy roast potatoes crept up my nose and make me feel physically sick. I was giddy with excitement.

Although he refused to show it I could tell Sherlock was just as excited as I was. There was this strange glint in his eyes that id never seen before, it seemed to be a strange mixture of curiosity, excitement and trepidation. There was also a strange shimmer of something else that seemed to pool into his eyes when he looked across at me, something like admiration but not quite. I could quite put my finger upon what it was.

We always had an hour for lunch. Most people ate in the hall along with most of the teachers however today was just about warm enough to sit outside, a slight warm breeze rippled through the air and as long as you say in the sun it was just about warm enough to remove the ugly burgundy school blazer.

Not many people were outside with us. There were a couple scattered around that were brace enough to risk the May air.

Sher and I were leaned up against an oak tree, our legs spread out and tangled up and entwined together.

"So..." Sherlock said to me, he mouth bulging with peas and carrots "When are we going to look down the -" he looked around to check no one was around "The trapdoor?"

"Free hours, before lunch?" I suggested whilst pushing my full plate onto the grass beside me.

"Not then!" Shelock scoffed "There are loads of people in the library at free time!"

I looked over and glared at him "When do you think we should go then?!"

"At night again. Bring a torch Clara, oh we're going to needed it!"

He looked over and that weird thing was there, glinting in his eyes again.

I never managed to work out what it was...

****

Neither of us could concentrate on lessons. We were too excited, our minds were too busy thinking over every possibility over and over again to even contemplate the thought of chemistry or trigonometry.

After our lessons seemed to drag on days on end the final bell finally rang, a shrill piecing screech that signalled our two hours free time before tea. It was a ring of freedom, we'd finally got through the day.

"Sherlock?!" I hissed to the blank expression on his face, aimless wondering toward the dorms.

His gaze was fixated on the creaking wooden floor boards. His eyes were glazed over, dead and lifeless.

"Sherlock...?" I echoed, starting to panic.

I waved my hands across his face, frantically trying to gain a reaction. Nothing.

"Ugh, fine. I'll meet you at tea in the grand hall. I have homework to do anyway." I glared at him and walked off to my dorm.

When I got there the only other person was Laurie. She was a small, slight girl with mousy brown hair, freckles scattered across her face like a start constellation an chunky, wire-rimmed glasses which were constantly slipping and sliding down her nose. She wasn't particularly clever, always in bottom few people in all her classes.

As I walked in she glanced up from her book and glared at me. She'd never really liked me. I've got no idea what I did wrong!

She always had a huge crush on Sher, for as long as I could remember. When we were first years and could still at least hold a conversation she'd always go on about how smart, handsome and how much she loved his cheekbones - oh those cheekbones - she practically worshipped them.

All I thought Sherlock was back then was a stuck up, pompous know it all who cared for little but himself. So when she started to realise I had no desire to listen to her fawning over Sherlock she began to stop talking to me and glaring at me whenever I walked past.

I guess it didn't help that I became friends with him...

****

I looked across the hall looking out for a glimpse of his mop of curly hair but he wasn't anywhere to be seen.

But that was Sherlock, unpredictable and infuriating.

****

I opened one eye and squinted. The room was so dark not a thing could be seen. I sighed and snuggled down in between the bed sheets. I didn't normally wake up this early.

There was someone shaking my shoulders and poking me. I looked up suddenly to see my pitch black dorm. In the panic I opened my mouth to scream for help but a strong hand clamped down, refusing to allow my to cry out. I wiggled a squirmed. My eyes were wide and panic-stricken.

"Shhhhh!" A giggly whisper said.

Sherlock?!

"Oh honestly. Clara, my Clara you are so funny sometimes," He said.

As my eyes began to just to the darkness I could just about make out his curly mop of messy hair.

We were going on an adventure.

Well, chapter was so fun to write >•<
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