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

Chapter 3. (Edited)

When we arrive everyone is already sitting, talking amongst themselves. Sherlock and I take our seats at the very back of the hall. The head walks up on stage and taps the microphone. "Hello, hello everybody, please pay attention. Now I'm sure you all know why we're here, there is a new student. His name is John Watson and I would appreciate if you all were kind to him, you all know how hard your first day of school was. Thank you for your time, classes will continue as normal at half nine, now if you'll leave in an orderly fashion I would be grateful". All the students start piling out of the hall, I look over to see that Sherlock has disappeared.

After wandering around the school I eventually find my dorm. I find Sherlock in there 'thinking' again. "Where the hell did you go?" I ask. "I was bored. I came back here" he said calmly. I look at my watch, 9:12."We have about 20 minuets until science, I guess I better find my stuff" I mumble to myself. "You" Sherlock said under his breath. "Sorry?" I asked, wanting him to repeat himself. "I said you. I'm not going to class" he said, opening him eyes, looking over to me.

"Why not?" I ask him. "Science is boring, I already know everything. Plus, I know something better we can do" he said, a smirk tugging at his lips.
"Okay Sherlock, you do what you want but I'm going to science" I say looking for my books. I am about to leave when Sherlock turns me around and grabs me by my collar, I winced, thinking that he is going to hit me like my father did the night before. I waited couple of seconds before looking at his face, it was close to mine.

Sherlock's POV

He winced, his father must have done this before hitting him sometimes. I don't do anything except look at him there is a scar on his head to the left, I presume it was made by his father, he has tried hiding it with his hair but hasn't made a very good job. When he stops wincing he looks at me confused. His eyes are big, sad, and full of worry, they are lovely.

John's POV

I look into Sherlock's eyes wondering what he is doing. I never noticed them before, they are beautiful. Wait, beautiful? Yeah I suppose they are. They are different shades if blue with flecks of bright green and brown. I study his face, stern and angry. "Um, Sherlock? You okay?"
"Yes, why wouldn't I be?" He asked. "It's just that your, um, quite, close". Shocked he lets go if my collar, "oh, um sorry, sorry" he mumbles. "I guess we better get going if we don't want to be late"
"Oh, so you're coming?"
"Yes John, I am coming."