(Of course I don’t mind – thank you so much for the prompt! A random day in the life of Teen!Sherlock characters – I hope you like it! I’m so sorry it took so long. I rewrote it about ten times to make it readable. Enjoy!)
Mycroft was being annoying again, offering him a ride to school as usual. The lanky sixteen-year old Sherlock just shrugged his brother off and made his way to the bus stop. John met him there with a warm smile, and they spent the half-hour ride playing cards and trying to finish homework. The bus arrived outside Priory High School, and the two boys entered through the front gates, John waving to a few friends, Sherlock ignoring everyone.
They reached the form room and found Greg and Molly already sat at their table, waving them over. Greg had his legs propped up on the table, Molly almost hidden behind a tower of books.
“Morning!” she smiled.
“Morning, Molly. Hey Greg, I saw the rugby team is looking for new players – want to try out?” John smiled at the light-blond boy, who grinned.
“Sure! Lunchtime? We’ll go over to the gym and ask.”
“Perfect!” John set his books down on the floor and sat down.
Sherlock slumped into his own chair, resting his legs on John’s lap, hiding his face in an upside-down book. Their form tutor, Mrs Mortimer, entered the room and called for silence.
This was how the four friends usually started the school day – lounging in the form room until lessons started. Lessons weren’t bad: John and Molly shared the same subjects, while Greg and Sherlock shared two. Sherlock and John only had one subject together, while Greg and Molly never crossed over. The teachers at the school weren’t as strict as they seemed: Mrs Mortimer, Psychology; Mr Hope, Maths; Miss Morstan, Physics; Mr Knight, Chemistry; Mrs Stapleton, Biology; and many more. The students often teased John about having a crush on Miss Morstan, but John didn’t care. He did have a crush. No secret. She was hot.
Once lunchtime came around, Sherlock slipped up to the Chemistry labs to do some tests. Greg was sure they were illegal, or at least banned by the school, but didn’t press the matter, mostly because Sherlock hadn’t ratted him out to the teachers when he caught the older boy smoking – although Sherlock had asked for a cigarette after he caught him. Once Sherlock’s tests were over, he went down to the canteen to see John and Greg talking heatedly, Molly over with her other friends in the corner.
“What’s wrong?” Sherlock sat next to Greg with a frown.
“The rugby team’s full.” Greg sighed.
“So we can’t play rugby.” John said miserably. He cleared his throat and plastered a smile onto his face. “Oh well. No point in worrying about it. How were your experiments, Sherlock?”
“Conclusive.” Sherlock murmured. John nodded, a real smile tracing his lips.
“And here we go again.” Sherlock murmured. John and Greg glanced at each other in confusion.
“Hello, Carl.” Sherlock stood up, facing the burly Sixth Form boy with a grimace. “It’s pronounced ‘Sherlock’.”
“Like I care.” Carl sneered. His bodyguards flanked him like a pack of wolves. Then again, wolves are clever. These boys are idiots.
“Had enough of teasing Jim? I must say, that boy has some tenacity. I’d watch out if I were you.” Sherlock smiled.
“I don’t think so. Jim Moriarty’s a freak.” Carl said it loud enough that the whole of the canteen went quiet and stared at the two boys. Carl didn’t notice. Greg had risen to his feet, but the bigger boy was now focussed on John, who was glaring at him. “Is that your boyfriend?”
Sherlock’s lip twitched. “Oh, jokes about my sexuality? How original.”
“So he is your boyfriend?” Carl grinned. The bodyguards laughed.
“What’s it to you?” John frowned. The bullies stared at him. “Carl Powers? Huh. I know you. I know your secrets.” John smiled at Sherlock, who widened his eyes. “John Watson. This is Greg Lestrade. Heard of us? Of course you have. So if you don’t want me to tell the headmaster about you and your boys smoking in the locker rooms, I’d go now.”
Carl stared at John in utter bewilderment. “What the fuck are you on about?”
“Oh, didn’t you understand me? I’ve got plenty more. Smoking, drugs, alcohol… so if you don’t want any of that to get out…” John glared at Carl ferociously. “I’d back away from my friend right now.”
Greg cracked his knuckles, making Carl jump and Sherlock grin. The older boy stuttered over non-existent words, and he glanced over the canteen, which was packed with people just staring at him. Carl glared at Sherlock one last time before fleeing, his friends right behind him. Sherlock gazed at John, who just sat down next to a grinning Greg and shrugged.
“You think I can’t intimidate people?” John grinned like a wolf at Sherlock.
Wolves are clever. They stick together.
Two more lessons, and home time loomed. Sherlock wasn’t looking forward to it – he never was, to be honest. Dinner with Mycroft. Huzzah. John wasn’t particularly ecstatic about home either, but his home life was pretty pleasant. Greg and Molly… Sherlock had never thought to ask them about their homes. He knew Molly had a cat and a mother. Greg never talked about home. Sherlock made a mental note to ask them later. That note was lost behind his Mind Sofa.
“Have a good night, John, Molly, Greg.” Sherlock smiled. Molly and Greg walked out of the front gates, waving at their friends. John started to walk out too, but Sherlock called after him: “John!”
“Thanks. For earlier, I mean.”
John just grinned and walked away, a spring in his step. Sherlock smiled happily, then remembered. Dinner with Mycroft. Can’t fucking wait.