Like Wire (A BBC Sherlock Fan Fiction)

[nine]

Quiet descended at the entrance of the teachers, Johns eyes scrutinized the classroom with the fading posters hanging on by ancient bluetac, a failed attempt to teach students about the human body. Sherlock sat in front of him, it was the only class they shared together and John had only just moved up to top set science. 

This was Sherlocks time to shine: science, which is why John found it strange when Sherlock never raised his hand, vomiting facts, or when Sherlock didn't scribble notes down across his page in his scrawny handwriting. 

John didn't really understand Sherlock.

The teacher continued to babble on about protons and neutrons and electrons and several other uninteresting topics. John rooted his eyes onto Sherlock who slumped - too tall - on his blue plastic stool and twirled a pencil round in his finger, confirming his focus on something else.

Anderson passed Sherlocks desk, hissing the words 'freak' as he hurried down the front to talk to the teacher. Guilt curled inside of John but Sherlock made no attempt at a reaction, he genuinely didn't care.

When class was over Sherlock seemed surprised that John started walking with him, it was the only class they shared so John put it down to the fact that Sherlock had probably forgotten Johns presence - not because Sherlock didn't expect John to hang out with him.

As (secretly) pleased as Sherlock was with John walking beside him, Sherlock was desperate to get rid of him. It wasn't that he didn't want John's company, because surprisingly he did, it was because Sherlock didn't want John to see him in a crowd - see what they did, see him like this.

The halls were peppered with teenagers, small year sevens interspersed by chaos. On the left hand side were a nauseating couple making out, opposite them was a group of both boys and girls gossiping over their recent relationships and fantasizing about celebrities. Further down were a large parade of hardcore geeks, who were making sure there was a large gap between them and the irritating narcissists of jocks. Sherlock didn't fit in with any of these. He didn't belong.

At the sight of Sherlock the geeks disbanded, scurrying off in alternative directions, the jocks lost their laughter - and voices - they tried to stand taller and appear intimidating; truthfully they looked slightly too scared. The popular group shuffled closer to the wall, their words decreasing in audibility and finally the engrossed couple froze, linking hands tightly and protectively as if they were in some sort of film. 

That was it. John had seen.

"Go away, you can't walk with me, please," Sherlock begged, aware John could hardly be seen in the middle of a friendly conversation with the schools sociopath - for the sake of his reputation and his determination on having an enjoyable time at the school. 

"Nope," John decided firmly.

And how they all stared, at the sight of the terrifying Sherlock Holmes and the friendly John Watson as they ignorantly delved deeper into an argument only two dorks could have.