A Scandal in Baskerville High

Chapter 17 - Bored

•John's POV•

---------------------

3 Days Later

---------------------

School starts tomorrow. Tomorrow. I'm almost not ready. I know anything we'll learn will be basic - I've always been good at math and biology - but I felt so unprepared. I had gone without school for two weeks, it felt like school didn't exist here.

But it does. And we start tomorrow.

On a lighter note, my injuries have healed almost completely, as have Sherlock's. Physically, I mean. Mentally? That I'm not so sure.

I studied everything I could - History, Science, Math, Biology, Creative Arts, Fine Arts, English...best I could anyway. The one thing I'm missing is getting ready for gym. I changed into sweatpants, leaving out the idea of a shirt, and started practicing push-ups. God, I hate push-ups. I'm not very athletic, nor am I into actual "body-building", but I did do a football league a couple years ago. That was fun.

I heard the door open and close again, but I remained focused. I felt a smidge of self-consciousness, knowing Sherlock was watching me with, most likely, a quite perplexed expression.

"Getting into shape now, John?" Sherlock asked, dropping his jacket on the bed and sitting in front of me, cross-legged, "Any reason?"

"Getting ready for gym class. It's second period tomorrow," I grunted.

He nodded, and I finally stopped to sit across from him, "You should get ready for school, too."

"Nah," Sherlock shrugged, "I'm good."

I huffed, "Come on! I don't want to see you fail. Here, I'll help you study."

"No," Sherlock argued, "I don't need to study. Studying is boring."

"I get that," I nodded, "But you really should."

"Mm," Sherlock hummed, tracing his fingertips across my bare chest.

"Are you even listening to me?"

"Not really, no."

I rolled my eyes, "Stop touching me. I've gotta Plank for 4 minutes."

"But your skin is nice," Sherlock whined.

I looked at him incredulously, "Too bad. I have to Plank."

He sighed, "I'll time you."

He started a timer on his phone and I got into position. Planking, somehow, is terribly difficult. Suspending my whole body weight on just my toes and elbows is Hell. Just Hell.

Finally, the timer hit 4:00, starting to beep. I flopped to the ground.

"Fuck that's hard," I panted, laying completely flat on the carpet.

"Like me," Sherlock grinned mischieviously, running his fingers through my hair.

I looked up at him, then to his crotch momentarily. He wasn't kidding.

"Do you...get off..." I laughed nervously, "To me practicing...for gym?"

"Yep," Sherlock popped the 'p', "You're just so hot. Can't help it."

I rolled my eyes, "Well poor you, I'm getting properly dressed. I need to practice these math problems again..."

**Eyyy-oooo

Sorry for the short chapter. Pointless filler!!

I SENSE SMUT ON THE HORIZON!

*deep inhale* CAN'T YOU SMELL IT?!!

Hhehehrhrhjehsvdkejjaodbdnka

Remember, y'all just keep being y'all!

xoxo, Garnent•.•**