Love is not a defect

The dreaded assembly <3>

I walked down the winding corridor, trying to get to the assembly. I didn't even want to go to this bloody assembly. I just wanted to escape Sherlock's piercing gaze. 'yea well that plan backfired. way to go John..'

I mentally shook myself. Was my crush really this big?! I mean yea Sherlock is tall, and his hair is raven and his curls fall perfectly around his head, and bloody hell you can practically hear the buttons on that purple shirt screaming for mercy. hopefully one of them pops. 'what?'

"What?" Sherlock asks, slightly shocked. "What?" I ask.

"you said something about buttons, then muttered 'hopefully one of them pops.' What did you meant" Sherlock asks, a smirk tugging at his lips.

My face burns scarlet, and I pick up my pace. "Nothing! just thinking.." I say. I probably shouldn't think about his purple shirt anymore.

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As we find our seats in the assembly hall, Sherlock groans about how bored he is. "Well, you didn't have to come." I mutter. Sherlock glances at me, smirk ever present on his face. Right then, the head master entered the room and everyone went silent. From the corner of my eye I can see Sherlock roll his eyes and slouch. "Good morning students. I hope you are all very excited for the year to come. We expect great things from you ..." the headmaster droned on. I zoned out when he started talking about success, and started to look more at Sherlock.

Even slouched, he looked incredible. His curls hung down, covering most of his eyes, but I could still see his long lashes sweeping over his sharp marble cheekbones. His nose was long, but not so much that it's unattractive. His Cupid bow lips were pulled into a smirk, giving him a haughty look. Looking at his outfit, his purple shirt was.. tight. Really tight, and Tucked in to his black trousers. his shoes were the only thing that stood out, as they were a pair of black converse high-tops. All in all, Sherlock was perfect.

"Thank you, John." Sherlock said, not even looking up.

"Excuse me?" I asked.

"Well, you said I was perfect. I was merely thanking you." he said, finally meeting my eyes. Blue-green eyes locked with mine. Looking into them I could see little gold flecks. His eyes were like galaxies that I wanted to get lost in. I couldn't take my eyes away from them. Finally he looked back down with a smile on his face and I could feel disappointment at the loss of his galaxy eyes fixed on me.

Good god was I in trouble...