Speak up, Sherlock || teenlock

Prologue

"So I go home with you after school?"

Sherlock just nodded slowly at the blonde boy walking next to him down the corridor. John smiled back at him. The pair remained silent as they continued walking to their next class: history. Sherlock was dreading to go to history because Anderson and Sally would be there, and they were probably already plotting on how to make his next class a living hell. Again.

"Hey freak!" Someone yelled from a few feet away, Sherlock didn't flinch or blinked once. He just kept on walking.

"Sherlock? Who's that?"

Sherlock let his slim hand sink into the pocket of his long coat and it took him a few seconds to find an empty post-it. He quickly scribbled something down and handed it to John.

Bullies, John. Keep on walking.

John handed the note back to his mate and nodded as he caught up with him since he had already begun walking.

"Hey freak, ignoring me isn't nice!" The boy yelled once more, causing me to frown at Sherlock.

"Listen I know you... don't talk but don't let them just walk all over you, Sherlock." John said his name ever so softly, astonishing Sherlock. No one had ever even said his name so quietly.

Yet the curly haired boy shook his head and turned around the corner, hoping the bullies would stop now. But of course, they didn't.

"Will you finally reply to us if I do this?" The girl slipped her hand inside Sherlock's pocket and grabbed a handful of Sherlock's most frequently used post-it's. Worry spread all over his face.

"No, don't do that." He still didn't know who he was actually talking. "Don't talk like that to her." The boy took a step in my direction but I wasn't frightened at all.

John shrugged.

"I don't even know who you two are, so you two must be extremely irrelevant." John felt Sherlock tug on his jacket. As he looked down at him he saw that he was shaking his head.

"I'm Anderson. This is Sally."

"Just give the post-it's back to the boy. Find something better to do." John rolled his eyes as he held out his hand trying to fix the situation.

But John didn't think they'd actually do what he thought they'd do. Sally began ripping all the post-it's into little pieces until every single one was ripped and on the floor.

"Sherlock, do something! Don't let this happen!" John looked at his friend, sadness washing over his face.

Sherlock couldn't move. He was frightened.

"For fucks sake! Speak up, Sherlock!" John yelled at Sherlock. His piercing greenish blue eyes looked into John's, then he looked down to his post it's and walked away.

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