(Major editing) It wouldn't take a consulting detective to see that I love you.

Chapter 2. (Edited)

It takes an hour to get to Barts but it flys by. When I arrive outside the gates I take a look around and see that everybody is already in their groups of friends. It is the middle of the year after all. I will never make any friends.

"John we're here, you ready?" Harry says to me, "yeah, thanks for the ride" I murmured.

She hands me her old phone,"don't forget to text every now and then. Let me know how you're getting on. Tell me if you make any friends, or girlfriends. or boyfriends" she says winking.

"Harry!" I exclaim, feeling myself blush.

I walk towards the school, feeling eyes on me. I walk faster, growing embarrassed. As I walk through the doors I see a woman sitting behind a desk who is typing on her phone.

"Excuse me, hi I'm John, John Watson, I'm new here, do you know where my room is?" I ask her. "Ah, yes, John. Your room is in section B, room 221. Come with me, I'll show you where it is." I follow her, we walk up two flights of stairs and down a long hall. "Here it is, and here's you timetable" she hands me a piece of paper and walks off before I could thank her.

I walk into my room, struggling with my bags. I notice that there are someone else's belongings in the room. He isn't in but all his things laid out on the right side of the room. I drop my bags on my bed and begin unpacking.

~Some time later~

I shove my last piece of clothing into my chest of drawers when I hear the door slam behind me. I turn to see who I guess is my room mate. He is tall and slender, his skin so pale it looks as thin as paper, his hair, a cluster of black curls oddly strewn across his head, covering the majority of his face. He reaches his hand into his pocket, pulling a key out and jamming it in the lock an turning it before flopping onto his bed.

I look over at him, his eyes are closed and his hands under him chin as if he's praying. I don't want to disturb him so I turn back to my back to him, moving towards my own bed.

I shove my empty bags under my bed, grabbing one of my books then sitting down. I glance over at him again, bring my book up to my face, embarrassed as I accidentally caught my staring at me. I try to concentrate on my book, attempting to calm my blush.

Sherlock's POV

"Hey freak, where you going?" Anderson pushes me up against the wall behind me. "No where, Anderson, now if you don't mind I'll be leaving" he pins me up by my shoulders, a sick smile spreads across his face "oh really? I don't think your going anywhere". He brings his fist up and punches me in the chest, winding me.

He lets go of me and I slump to the ground on my hands and knees. I struggle to catch my breath. "What are you gonna do now? What? Are you gonna deduce me?" Him and his "friends" all laugh. "No I already have already done so. Enjoy yourself last night, Sally?" I knew from the moment it left my mouth I was going to regret it.

"What are you trying to suggest, dickhead?" He asks pulling my hair up until our faces are level. He spits in my face before letting me go, kicking me in the chest. He and his friends walk away as I push myself up right. "You know that your girlfriend will find out sooner or later". Anderson turned around "and how's she going find out? Are you going to tell her, huh? Don't you think you've had enough of a beating today or do you want more?" He started running after me. I shot off in the direction of my room, I was glad to know it was close. I scramble through the door and lock it behind me.

I jump onto my bed, getting into my thinking position. I sense that there is someone else in my room, I look over to him. The majority of his body was covered by the book he was holding, but from what I could see, he was short, slightly chubby, tanned skin, messy sandy blond hair which is cut into a military style. 'He is reading a book about army wounds, he wants to be a doctor, comes from a very strict family, at least on has been in the military.' I continue my deductions of him, finding out bits and bobs about him.

Exactly 1.26 minutes later he looks up from his book, our eyes meeting. He attempts to hide his blushing face behind his book.

"Sorry, do excuse me, my name's Sherlock, and you are?" he takes the book away from his face. "Jo-John Watson, I'm here beca-"

"because your abusive father is forcing you into football. abusive, yes, you have a cut on your cheek, caused by a man, judging by the angle and depth, he's tall and strong, your father. Judging by the bags under your eyes you didn't sleep very well last night, not because you were nervous for today, no, you were worrying about your mother. You left her alone with your father last night, you went to your brothers house, he's worried about you, he gave you his phone, his name is Harry, I can tell, he engraved his name on the back of it, obviously your brother, it's an expensive phone, most males past their thirties don't care about the brand of their phone. You hate football but you don't say anything, your father won't be happy if you do. You want to be a doctor when your older judging be the books you keep and the one your reading, it's about army wounds. An army doctor. We have some classes together, there is an assembly at 8:30 it's just going to be the head talking about how you're new and that everyone should be nice to you, it's boring, I'd advise you not to go. I'm not, too many people. You can close your mouth now, I'm finished".

John's POV

I realised I was gawking at him, I closed my mouth and look back to my book "that was amazing" I said under my. "You think?" He asked.

"Yeah, it was brilliant. How did you know all of that?"

"I didn't know John, I noticed. Was everything right?"

"Yeah, but Harry's my sister, Harry's short for Harriet."

"there's always something".

"So what classes do we have together?" I ask him. He doesn't even need to look at his timetable when he says "history, biology , math, and english"

"Oh great, we have first class together" I glance at my watch, 8:23 "oh we have to get down to the hall in five minuets, come on"

"You go, I'm staying here, I'm busy"

"How are you busy? Your not doing anything"

"But I am John, I'm thinking" he mutters, pointing to his temple.

"Please, Sherlock, I don't want to get into trouble, and I need someone to help me get around the school. Please?"

"Fine come on then" her gets up and slips on his shoes and walks out the door. I hurry after him trying hard to keep up with his long legs. "Sh - Sherlock do you mind slowing down a bit I can't keep up ?" He turns around and gives me a hard look. "Fine, come on we don't want to be late".