Only Human (Teenlock)

Chapter 2

*WARNING CONTAINS BULLYING/ABUSE*

A/N sorry for the late update heh

Sherlock took a look at his new timetable. He groaned. His first lesson was English, even though he was probably better than the teacher at it. He grabbed his books and went to his class. Next was science. Great, he thought.

"Good morning, class. My name is Mrs. Turner and welcome to your first English lesson."

"Good morning, Mrs. Turner." Sherlock looked at all the kids in his class. How dull, he thought. "Since this is your first class of the year, I thought you could all introduce yourselves. Now, I will do registration, and then we'll start." While the teacher read out the names,  Sherlock deduced every one of his classmates because he was bored.

After the elderly woman had finished registration, they started just as she had said. "Mr. Holmes?" She asked. "Yup?" he turned to his teacher.

"Would you like to start off today's lesson?"

"Um... ok. Yeah. Sure," Sherlock stood up and started. "Uh... My name's Sherlock. Sherlock Holmes. I'm 19 years old and my birthday's on the 6th of January. I play the violin and when I'm older I'm going to be a detective." 

"Is that it, Sherlock?"

"Er, no. I can, uh, also... deduce people." He said uncomfortably.

"Deduce?" his teacher said confusingly.

"Um... yes. For example... you." Sherlock pointed to a girl near him. "Me?" She asked. "Yes ,you. You're about 18-19, quite intelligent, both parents are deceased, one older brother. This morning you didn't have any breakfast, I can tell because you kept staring at that boy's lunchbox over there and  you kept licking your lips. I can tell that you don't have a partner, but you are in desperate need of one. You actually have a crush on your brother's boyfriend, but rather not tell him or you think you'll hurt his feelings. Also, I can tell that you have a small group of friends, but they're not that close to you, so you came her. To make new friends, far away from your home town. Also becau-"

"That's quite enough now, Mr. Holmes. That was quite... interesting." Mrs Turner gave Sherlock a confused look. "Who's next?" An arm popped up in the. The teacher gave a small nod to the student telling her it was her turn.Sherlock didn't want to listen to the girl on the opposite of the room babbling about herself, so he started to read. He opened his favourite book, The Hobbit. He started reading and didn't stop until he felt a kick from behind him.

"Nice suit, Sherlly." A thick Irish accent said. The boy didn't answer till the stranger kept kicking his chair. "Jim Moriarty. Hi!" He put his hand in front Sherlock to shake but he just ignored it. Jim grabbed Sherlock's collar without the teacher seeing and whispered, "Don't ignore me, you little freak. I'll make sure you'll get a good beating later..." He let go his shirt and sat back down. Sherlock rubbed on the skin that hurt. This happened at his old school. Everybody bullied him and hated him. But that wasn't the reason he left. He left because he nearly blew up the whole school while doing an experiment. 

Sherlock continued reading until the bell rang. He quickly packed up his stuff and ran out the door before everyone else did. It was break, so he had time to hide Jim. He was in the middle of the corridor when he saw his locker. The lockers were about 6ft tall, so he fit right in. Sherlock saw Jim just as he went inside. He slammed the locker shut. Oh, God, Sherlock thought as Jim swung open the locker door. "Not so smart now, Sherlly? You forgot to lock the door..." Jim said in a singsong voice. Sherlock was suddenly pulled forward onto the ground.

He looked up and saw Jim moving his knuckles repeatedly onto his face. It wasn't long after Sherlock saw blood from Jim's hand, blood that wasn't his own. He saw a group of people coming towards him and Jim and they started laughing. Laughing at Sherlock being beaten up by a teen psychopath. The school bell rang, indicating that it was time for the second lesson of the day. But Jim and his "gang" didn't stop. It was about ten minutes after they did.

Sherlock was left laying on the ground, bleeding out of his nose and cheekbones. He slowly got up and picked up his bag, wincing as he leant down. He went straight to his next class, knowing he would probably get a detention.

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"Mr. Holmes. You're late." A voice said as Sherlock opened the door. The whole class gasped as they saw what had happened to the sociopath. "Yeah... um... sorry about that. I was kinda busy..." He took a seat without looking up at his teacher. "Well, um... that's alright I suppose. Since you're late, Mr. Holmes, I will introduce myself again. My name is Mr. Watson." Sherlock looked up at the voice. He didn't notice the unbelievably visible blush come across his face. Luckily, most of his face was covered in blood. But his ears, however, were not. They turned bright pink the second they laid eyes on him. Sherlock saw a gorgeous face with blue-green eyes and black rimmed glasses that made him even more beautiful. He was wearing a light brown jumper and had amazing blond hair.

"Um... Good m-morning Mr. Wa-watson..." Sherlock said, unaware of his bleeding nose. "Your nose is kind of... You know..." Mr. Watson gestured to his nose until he realised.

"Oh!"

"No, it's... it's fine. I'll help you to... ah... clean up. Alright class, finish your work until me and Mr. Holmes get back." Sherlock held a hand up to the bottom of his chin and walked towards the door and his science teacher. The teacher rested his arm on Sherlock's back. He gasped and turned bright red.

"Hey, it's alright. What happened to you?" Mr. Watson said as he opened the males' bathroom door. "I-it's nothing..." Sherlock said quietly. 

"Oh, clearly this isn't nothing, Sherlock. Just tell me who did it."

"I-I can't. They'll find out I told you and th-then they'll do it again..." Sherlock sobbed as his teacher had finished cleaning him up. "They won't. I promise." Mr Watson said, hugging the boy while he let him cry into his chest. The two men stayed there in that position until class had ended.

"It was Jim."

"Jim who?"

"Moriarty."

"Oh."

"Yup." The boy said, popping the p.

"Well, thanks, Mr. Watson. I really appreciate it." Sherlock smiled. "It's fine, really. But tomorrow we'll be doing actual work, ok?" The science teacher smiled back. Sherlock chuckled. "Ok. Well, see you tomorrow, Mr. Watson."

"Bye, Sherlock. Take the rest of the day off, ok?"

"Oh. Th-thanks, Mr. Watson."

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