| Neighbor's Boy | teenlock • johnlock [on hold]

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John's POV

After we arrived to the school like two wrecks,I decided we should just jump into the restrooms to actually take care of ourselves before the next class -we were already late to the first one-. Though,Sherlock really didn't do much. It was weird,he just looked at his reflection for a bit then pulled back with a smirk. I guess he wasn't really keen on the idea of 'fixing himself up'.

Me,on the other hand,never would have been able to enter inside the classroom with a fucking 'after sex' hair,so I was desperately trying to comb my hair back to calm it down.

After getting an approved hum from Sherlock,I turned to him with a raised brow.

"What is it?"

"It looks better when you comb your hair back like that."

He smiled and looked at my hair for a moment,then back to my face -which was flushing up a bit-.

"Are you done? Let's just get to the class,alright?"

Nodding after taking a look at myself one last time,I grabbed his hand,then let it go when I realized we were in school.

Sherlock was already bullied,and I didn't want to add more pressure on him by being intimate with him too much in front of students.

Though,as we walked,I heard a slight growl from his way as he clenched my hand again.

"S-Sherlock,are you sure?" Speaking a bit quietly,I looked up at him to see a serious and dangerous gaze on me.

"Yes,John. I don't care if we're at school,alright?"

Nodding,I sighed and decided not to argue with him right out of the class.

Hearing the chaos of teenagers inside,I decided there was no teacher in yet,so I pulled the door open and entered in,Sherlock walking by me with an anytical gaze.

People were gathered around Sherlock's desk,except a girl... I didn't recognize her.

She had black hair and beautiful blue eyes. Her eyes were deep and intelligent. It reminded me a bit of Sherlock's. She had a red lipstick,and wore a black dress,though it was fitting for school,nothing too scandalous. She looked delicious.

She was scoffing at the crowd of teens chuckling and carving away on the desk. She didn't seem impressed with that.

Realization hitting on me,I realized what they were actually doing,and pulled out from Sherlock's hand,clenching my fists and silently walking to the desk and plopping my bag to my side of the seat.

The students jolted back,then started grinning again,they really didn't seem that threatened.

Frowning,I started speaking in a sugar-coated voice.

"Might I ask what the bloody hell are you doing on my desk?"

They finally dropped down the scissors or compasses that they were using to carve on the desk.

Looking down at me from their stood up positions,I didn't feel threatened. When it came to protecting Sherlock,I knew nothing could make me threatened.