Escrita por: ~jowhnlock
Five days passed since I met John “Jerk” Watson. We had two classes in common, that meant I had to hear the shit that came out of his mouth four times per week, not counting all mornings at breakfast. He was the most irritating person I’ve ever met. I know, it’s not healthy to hate people like this. I’ve been controlling myself for not thinking about that other repugnant beings — that now were John’s friends — for years, but something about his attitudes made me want to glue his face at the wall and throw darts on it.
My favorite class used to be history. Something about Professor Logan made me feel comfortable, it was almost like he understood me somehow, although I only spoked with him once out of the class. Well, like I said, used to be. Now I had to hear Watson’s voice all the times making offensive comments about someone or about the subject.
— OK Watson, that was the last one. One more silly joke and I’m going to throw you out of this class! — Professor Logan yelled. I think I even liked him more after I saw he also hated that bastard.
— Sorry, Professor — he answered sarcastically.
— And I want you away from these friends of yours, go sit somewhere else!
— Are you serious?
— Do I look like I'm joking?
The blonde not even answered. I was laughing quietly while he picked up his materials, until I found out the only empty desks on the class were around me. One beside me and another one in front of me.
— Oh, you! Guess we’re neighbors again, curly! — John said, sitting in the desk in my front.
OH GOD, WHY?
The lesson continued and I tried to ignore him for as long as I could.
Exactly 3 minutes.
— So you don’t talk much, do you?
— Is it with everybody or just me?
— So... you're some kind of emo nerd of something?
What have I done for the world? Why was it torturing me like that?
— No, Watson. I’m just a normal guy who would really love paying attention in that lesson, could you?
— Ugh, sorry man. You don’t have to come all surly on me, ok?
I didn’t bother to answer. He finally turned his body to the blackboard and payed attention for some seconds, after opening his notebook and starting to draw something.
Although I was different, I was not an alien. Which means I also love Fridays. The weather was perfect and our school had an incredible huge garden. I loved finding some place away from all the noise and reading one random book of the library. No matter how random they were, the story was always good somehow.
After picking something up on the library, I went downstairs to talk with Charles. He was the closest of a friend I had there.
— Sherlock! How’s everything going?
— Fine, I guess…
— Hey, you know I don’t have to read you mind to know when you’re lying, don’t you?
— I’m not lying, I’m just I little bit stressed about this new guy Watson
—Oh, I see. John’s a little… noisy.
Charles looked in my eyes closely. I’m pretty sure he tried everyday to read my mind. The only time he did was using Cerebro. It took several minutes and he only saw 3 seconds of thoughts.
— Hey, you don’t have to care about him, boy. Come on, let’s grab a cup of coffee for you — the Professor said. He always supported my coffee addiction because he knew it was one of the only things I enjoyed doing, I doubt he’d take it away from me.
After that I took the coffee and the book with me to my favorite tree. It was close to the lake and to the place where most people were, but not close enough to hear them.
“To Kill A Mockingbird” by Harper Lee was the chosen one this week. I opened it and smelled the first page — a weird habit which I couldn’t let go — before I started reading. For the first time in days I had some peace again.
Starting the third chapter I heard footsteps approaching me. As always, I ignored it. But I was not capable of ignoring someone sitting right next to me.
— Hey there, curly!
Oh, no. Not him.
— Stop calling me that — my voice sounded like a grouch.
— Hey, be cool, dude!
— What do you want?
— Oh nothing, I was just wondering if you wouldn’t like to get some cigarettes for me and my friends — he said while his hand was laying on my left leg.
— Why would I do that?
He looked chocked with my answer.
— D-did you hear what I said? I said — he laid his hand on my leg again — you could get some cigarettes for me and my friends!
Why was he acting like tha… Oh, of course! Of course! Persuasion! That was his power! I thought it was telepathy but now all the signals connected. That’s why he was always touching people while talking to them, that’s why he talked so loud all the time and that’s why he came to me to ask some random thing thinking I was going to obey him. But he didn’t know my powers. And I would not let him know yet.
— I heard you and I asked why should I do that?
He was even more chocked this time. Finally someone got John Watson speechless. And I was over happy it was me.
— I think you should try your tricks on someone else, dude. I’m trying to read here! — I continued.
He looked down and mouthed “what the…” before getting up and going back.
Oh man, now he knew he couldn’t hit me at all. He was powerless near me, like everybody else. But he was one of the few that knew it.
Suddenly, being around him became a lot more interesting now.