For Only You (Teenlock!/Johnlock)

Chapter 18: Back to School

John's P.O.V

Being back to school was not fun. It had taken us a long three hours to get everything put back in where it needed to be, and now we were on our study break, which meant that Sherlock was trying to get me to fall for his seductive charm, again.

"Please, John," he begged smoothly, batting his long eye lashes and using a tone that shouldn't be allowed. I swear he was trying to kill me.

"No."

He pouted, frowning playfully at me, "Why?"

"Because, Sherlock, I have to be in lesson in fifteen minutes," I sighed exasperatedly. Of course I wanted to do whatever the gorgeous prick asked me, but I'd rather not be skinned alive for being late to Biology. Again.

He huffed loudly, crossing his gangly arms over his pale chest defiantly from where he sat on my chest, leaning down to start sucking at my neck again.

"Sherlock!" I warned, my voice strained as I mentally convincing myself that I didn't just moan as he teased the most sensitive part on my neck. He kept going, his lips working beautifully on my skin, and I glanced at the clock; five minutes.

Shit.

Reluctantly, I pushed the lanky teen off me, and kissed him softly before grabbing my bag and slinging it over my shoulder, quickly fixing my ruffled hair in the mirror. As I left, I turned back to Sherlock, smiling softly from the doorway.

"I love you, Sherlock," I said, not daring to move to kiss him; I would never leave if I did. He smiled softly and waved, unable to keep the serious pout on his lips.

"I love you, too, John."

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Around halfway through the Biology lesson, the teacher left for an apparently 'important' phone call. As soon as he had left, a boy I don't recall seeing before at, stood up from his seat the back of the room. With cold, dead eyes slowly moved towards me like a shark, looming over my desk with his eyes peering eerily at me through his gold-rimmed glasses.

"Hello, John," he said flatly, his voice sending a thousand minuscule shivers down my spine- and not the good kind.

"Um, hi." I quickly looked back down at my work and carried on writing the affects of something or other on the heart, ignoring him as best as I could. He didn't move, though, his shadow still hovering threateningly over my scattered books, making me shift uncomfortably in my stupid plastic chair.

Suddenly, my head was jerked up, a firm, sweaty hand squeezing my chin, the boy looking down at me in an almost predatory way as he grinned; the smirk was malicious and cruel, his laugh even worse. "So many pressure points," he chuckled, flicking my cheek roughly, only laughing more as I winced. "Oh, look at how much you love him... but you don't know what he did, do you? And he doesn't know what you did either. This is going to be fun."

What he leaned down and whispered in my ear next made me cringe and curl into a ball, leaving me shuddering at the worst of memories. How did he know? No one knew.

"Oi, Charlie, leave the fag alone... he's trying to daydream about his boyfriend!" one of the lads from the back shouted, making the disgusting creature start walking back to his seat, just as Mr. Dinton walked back into the classroom, glaring at Charlie as he scolded him, "Mr. Magnessun, back to your seat now!"

Charlie sat down with a wide grin, even as I turned my back to him I could feel his eyes boring into the back of my head. Only fifteen minutes left and I could go, back to the dorm and to Sherlock.

"Mr. Watson, you don't look too healthy... Would you like to go and see the nurse?"

I nodded eagerly in response. Was my discomfort so obvious? Throwing my books into my bag and rushing to the front of the classroom to collect the note from Mr. Dinton, I could feel the glares on my back from all the kids who were desperate to kick the shit out of me again.