TeenLock

A first, Friends?

-week later

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John watched as Sherlock was Gided back into there dorm room. He had been gawn from the school for a week from his injuries. Sebastian was suspended and kicked of the team. Mycroft lead Sherlock to his bed and told him to take his medication so he can attend classes tomorrow. With that he left leaving Sherlock and John in the room. 

"So, crazy first day haw?" Spoke John comeing out of the bathroom. Sherlock glanced at John and chuckled with him.

"Ya I gess you could say that!" He chuckled. His nerves relaxed and he looked at John in aw. Not many people would have helped him, especially a football player. 

" So you never told me about yourself." John spoke breaking the silence that started to sedol. He was going to ask about what happened a  week ago but he decided best not to. 

" umm.. I'm not a popular kid in this school." Sherlock chuckled trying to avoid being spacific, but still trying to awnser the question. 

"Ha, ya I figerd that one out. What's the deal anyway, not like you did anything that siries right?"John question having a worried tone in his voice. Sherlock cought the lack of trust and stiffen again.

" I just know things, and I tell them off for it" He awnser coldly. He grabbed a book that Mycroft had placed on his bed and began to read it trying to block out John. 

"Oh, I'm sorry if I said something I shouldn't have. I didn't mean any harm. I think they should see how brilliant your 'dedications' are!" He Responded. Sherlock looked up from his book and meet John's eyes. The wired feeling being to rise in his stomach again makeing him feel uncomfortable. 

"T-Thank you John" 

"Your welcome! So I know you have a brother, but you did get one thing wrong when you first made your deductions." He awnser. Sherlock's eyebrows rose in confusion and interest.

"What!" He snapped intently, not likeing being wrong.

" well you got everything right except I don't have a brother I have a sister."

"Dame it! I always miss something, always!" He Responded with a small chuckle.

"It's still amazing. Is there anything you could tell me?" 

Sherlock shifted on the bed, but for once he was willing to socialize. " well I have a Brother, obviously, and I live at his place with my dog Redbeard. Well I live there when I'm not at school." John listen intently very interested on what he had to say.  He could tell that Sherlock wasn't the kind of person to open up to people, so he felt that he need to be extra intentive. 

Sherlock and John talked for several hours, about Johns familie and Sherlock's brother and dog. Sherlock slowly nodded off and John went to bed. In the morning John walked with Sherlock to there class room, which was history. They had several classes in common including Pe, English and Biology. When they arrived in History , the teacher sat at his desk, they walked to the back and sarted to chat as the other students filled in. 

There where four classes a day that each lasted 90 minutes. In between the second and third class was lunch. Sense it was a boreding school some classes lasted longer, arts, PE, Music, the lunch was an hour which gave time for the students to interact. After school was over the clubs and sports started, 20 minutes so everyone can get ready. 

Sherlock watched as the class ran laps around the gym. His brother had got him examted from the class for two weeks. This gave him the chance to read his book and not have to change for once. He sat listening to the students complain about life, some moned about him, and outhers just gossiped. He rolled his eyes as he heard a group of girls talking about there boyfriends. 

It was 20 minutes after the jogging and the teacher decided to have the class play dodgeball. Sherlock sank down in the bleachers trying his best to avoid any flying balls. ( yes I know ) he was almost throu the day when a 'stray' dodgeball hit him hard in the face. John watched it happen and came over to make sher he was alright. The teacher blew a wisol and walked over to where John and Sherlock were at. She yelled at Anderson, who was the one who through it, and made him sit out for the rest of the class. He wasn't punished to badly because he stayed it was an 'accident'. Sherlock was fine after he put some ice on his check. 

Sherlock was released early dew to the fact he was walking with a cane and Mycroft had ordered it. Sherlock reached his dorm and layed back. He rested his head on his pillow and stirred at the celling. He had taken his medication and let the pain kills set in. 

John came in about two hours later, after practice, and said high then went to the shower. Sherlock sat up and moved to his laptop on his desk. "What's up with you?" John asked comeing out of the shower rubbing his hair dry. Sherlock humed something but didn't give a solid awnser. John walked over to see Sherlock looking at a screen Title 'A Triple Homiced near Baker Street'. John looked a little confused to why Sherlock was so interested in a crime scene, when Sherlock stood from his seat and theou his long trench coat on and tied his blue scarf."Where are you going. You still got a busted rib and a screws up leg. You shouldn't be heading out!" 

"I'm going on a case John! I'm a consulting Detective, only one of the kind." Sherlock replied as he took his cane and started to head out the dorm. John sat on his bed in confusion, when Sherlock stoped and turned around. " Your traing to become a Doctor, Correct?" 

"Yes?" 

"Would you like to come, for training purposes of corse?" 

"Yes!" 

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Well that was a fun chapter. I'm wondering if that was a good amount of detail or it should be less, or more. I would love some feedback to where exactly I should take this. Sorry again for the spelling and grammar.

-Speedy