BBC Sherlock imagines

Teen!lock part two

Sherlock's POV:
"So, class, I have arranged a project based on chemical changes that I want you to compete over the next three weeks" The whole class groaned as the teacher delivered the awful news. "You will be working in pairs- which I have selected for you due to the tragedy of the last project I set you" A second grown came from the class, louder this time. This was going to be hell. It was bad enough that I had to sit in this class and listen to all the information I already know, let alone waste my time doing a stupid project with someone that will no doubt either not want to contribute or make stupid contributions like Anderson. "So I'll put the list of pairs up on the board and then give you the remaining ten minutes of the lesson to talk over what you're going to do." I glanced up at the board, fully expecting to see the name of some asshole, and quickly found my name. I looked to the right of it to see the remotely best possible partner in the class. The corners of my lips curled upwards slightly as I read the name 'John Watson'. I felt his eyes on me, as I so often did, and smirked. I averted my eyes to look over in his direction and met his gaze. He then proceeded to get up from his seat and make his way over to me. "So?" He said, clearly uncomfortable in the situation. "So" I replied. "I presume you already have an idea on what we should do?" He said, still trying to relieve his awkwardness, although I wasn't sure why he was awkward. "Yes, I do. Want to dispute it?" I replied, still remaining monotone but with a slight sarcastic, teasing tone. "No, not at all. I fully trust your intelligence" he said, getting slightly embarrassed once the words had left his mouth. I smiled at his embarrassment yet I had no idea why. Something about him just made me want to smile. 'What the hell Sherlock, get a grip' I thought to myself. After managing to pull myself out of my thoughts, I realised that the entire time, John had been talking and I had absolutely no clue what about. I felt particularly embarrassed and flustered by having to ask him to repeat himself but he did so, without thinking and continued smiling so I guess he wasn't bothered. "So, where shall we meet to do it?" He finished. "I don't know, I'd offer my house but it's the other side of town, so not convenient, and also my parents and older brother would probably end up interrogating you continuously-mainly because I've never really had a friend before" I explained. Wait. I just said, out loud, that he was my friend. Oh god. After a moments silence he said "I'd offer my house but, uh, my sister, Harry's going through a, uh, phase at the moment and it's really not a nice place to be." he stammered a little, clearly not really wanting to admit it out loud. I had already suspected of course but managed to sense the sensitivity of the subject- for once- and so kept my deductions to myself. "That's ok" I said instead, in an attempt to be reassuring but I wasn't sure whether it came across right or not. "How about the library, after school?" He suggested. "Cool with me" I replied "what days?" 
"Every day is good for me if it is for you? It'll be good to spend some time out of the house" he admitted. "Ok" I said. Just then, the bell rang, signalling the end of the school day. "Want to get straight on it?" I asked, double checking. "Yep" he smiled.