Bad Blood (A Teen Superwholock AU)

And Classes Begin...

Sherlock's POV

I woke up the next morning to the sound of typing on a keyboard. I groaned and rolled onto my side, trying to block out the sound as well as I could using my pillow. "Why do you wait until," I stopped to look at my watch, which read 6:40, before continuing, "an hour before classes begin to work on a psychology assignment that isn't even due until next week?"

"How did you know that? About the assignment?" I looked up at John, who was sitting at his desk across the room from me. He was already prepared for classes, his button down shirt was tucked in neatly to his navy trousers, and a tie hung loosely from his neck. "Must I tell you everything?" I mumbled.

John shrugged. "It's not my fault that-"

"The book on your desk is the heaviest one you own, I could tell from when you slammed it onto the surface." I interrupted. "The rate at which you're typing is slower than usual, meaning that your assignment isn't due today, or tomorrow for that matter. Your slight language slips were from misspelling words because you're careful in choosing what to say and you want to make a strong first impression on your teacher. And the only teacher who is assigning a paper from any of our classes this early in the school year would be Mr. Uppercut."

He raised an eyebrow. "How did you know I had Mr. Uppercut?"

I felt my cheeks heating up. "I may have looked at your schedule yesterday while you were unpacking..."

"How did you see my schedule if it was in my pocket the entire time yesterday?"

"I pickpocket people when I get bored."

"And how often are you bored?"

"A lot..."

John laughed and ran his hands through his hair. "That was... absolutely amazing. Incredible."

I smiled slightly at the memory of him staring at me yesterday when I deduced his family, with no errors. "I try, John."

He rolled his eyes, and turned his attention back to his laptop. I took this opportunity to grab my uniform for today and take a shower. I turned on the shower, put it to a boiling temperature, and began to wash off. I had to admit that the B building is much nicer than the A building, where I was last year and freshman year. I despised that building for two reasons: communal showers, and Anderson as a roommate.

Anderson.... That is another plus for this year. The idiot and I lived in the A building for all of freshman and sophomore year. it wasn't until the last part of last year that Administration learned not to put me and him in the same room, let alone building. I believe he is now residing in the A building, probably with an underclass roommate. Serves him right; he acts like one of the freshmen. 

I stepped out of the shower and slid on my trousers and shirt, which were identical to John's. The only difference was that I refused to wear a tie, and that he was going to wear the navy vest that he put on his bed. I stepped out to find John ready to go leave for breakfast. I put on my shoes, we grabbed our backpacks, and we were off.

"What do I need to know about the people here? Your friends, I should say.."

"Like I said last night, everyone at our table is okay to be around except for Mycroft, because, well, my brother's a twat. Nine and Eleven are good, Ten seems okay, Rose, Amy, Rory, and Jack are fine, Lestrade's a good friend of mine, and Dean, Sam, Castiel, and Gabriel are also fine. I'm forgetting someone... Oh! Liz.. She's the only person I can't deduce. She's so... Guarded; the most I've ever seen, to be honest. Usually people aren't like that, they usually don't know how to hide their emotions, or how to hide them well enough. But Liz," I sighed. I couldn't think of a reason why she would be so guarded-that's a lie. There are several. Family circumstances, past troubles, bullies, psychological problems. But I don't know how she's able to lock me out of her history.