Sherlock Imagines and Preferences 2

The New Kid

Over the years, Sherlock had grown a thick shell. He had built tall walls around himself to protect him from the bullying. But the walls never stayed up for long. After a while, they would just crumble and all his rage and devastation would come rushing out. 

It was better to avoid him during an explosion of emotion like that. And afterwards, he'd slowly pull his shield back up and carry on, thoughts lingering in the back of his mind hidden from view. 

It was the same routine every time, and he was growing sick of it, much like his older brother. But there was nothing he could do. People despised him, picked on him and hurt him, and sooner than later, Sherlock would explode again. 

He knew this, Mycroft knew this and soon his new classmates would, too. It was only a matter of time.

He sighed again and shut his eyes, calming himself down enough to be able to fall asleep. He'd need all the rest he could get if he was going to face all the new people tomorrow.

Sherlock sat in the back of the classroom, wearing his safety goggles and lab coat. His very first class at his new school was chemistry and he couldn't have been more thrilled. 

It was his favourite subject. Mixing substances, measuring developments and all kinds of experiments were the things he loved doing the most other than deductions. His creativity could run freely when he was in the lab and nothing else could get to him. 

His position at the table in the back of the room was perfect. So far, only a few students had noticed him, but they all kept their mouths shut and started getting their own tables ready for today's lesson. There had been made no ill-meaning comments towards him, and to be fair, he didn't mind one bit.

As Sherlock finished grabbing all his essentials and placing them accordingly on his table, loud laughter filled the room as a small group of people entered. 

Two boys and a red-haired girl were surrounding another person as they all talked loudly and bellowed with laughter. It wasn't until the teacher shushed them and gave them a stern look that the group separated and joined others at their tables. 

Sherlock frowned as the fourth person, the one who was in the middle of the group, caught his gaze and started walking towards him. He quickly looked down at his notebook and prepared for his first dose of torment.

You tapped him on the shoulder, your (E/C) capturing his again. ''I know everyone in this school, but not you. You must be new here.'' You smiled. 

He nodded and looked back down, scribbling some lines on the blank pages. 

''Mind if I join you? All the other tables are full.'' 

Sherlock sighed, knowing you weren't going to leave him alone anytime soon. ''Sure, whatever,'' he mumbled. 

You grinned widely and quickly pulled on a lab coat of your own as you stood next to him. ''I'm (Y/F/N), by the way.'' 

Sherlock glanced at you from the corner of his eyes. He didn't trust you one bit and didn't feel like talking to you at all. ''Sherlock Holmes,'' he hesitated. ''That's my name.'' 

You nodded, a soft smile on your face. ''Nice to meet you, Sherlock.''

Over the next few weeks, you teamed up with Sherlock in every chemistry class you had during the week. You thought he was interesting and mysterious, and you liked that about him. You had also noticed he was quite smart, which impressed you. 

But there was this one thing that got you down a little. You had known Sherlock for about a month now and during that time, he had only uttered a few words to you. He seemed to avoid any contact or conversation. He just focussed on the work of the day and barely even looked at you.