You: [Greaser!John/ Nerd!Lock]
It wasn't easy for Sherlock to ever mind his own business whilst walking through the corridors, not only did his mind insist on delving into anything relatively interesting but people often made a point of getting in his way. Today was no exception. Lost in his thoughts, he didn't notice Anderson's foot stuck out in front of him, sending him sprawling across the floor with his papers scattered everywhere and glasses sliding across the corridor. They all laughed and he quickly tried to gather everything up, to save some dignity, keeping his head down and not responding to their jibes.
Stranger: John stood back and watched dispassionately as Anderson bullied underclassman after underclassman. Truth be told, John wasn't really into that - true, he claimed superiority just like the rest of the group, but he didn't feel the need to enforce it so...cruelly. However, he normally didn't care. It wasn't until Anderson decided to trip one seemingly random kid that John almost spoke up. The poor guy reacted as all victims did, desperately trying to salvage dignity, but there was a vaguely haughty air to him as well, and he was annoyingly and utterly gorgeous.
You: Letting out a small sighed huff, he reached for his glasses, slipping them on with a frown. One of the lenses had cracked, it wasn't a large crack but just annoyingly near the edge and spiderwebbing slightly across the surface. It wasn't a big issue, he could buy a new pair but the point was that he shouldn't have to, he shouldn't have to go through all of this. Noticing someone staring, he turned to glance at the other boy. Blonde, simply watching, thinking he was far more important and 'cooler' than he really was. Setting back to his things, he began collecting them up and shoving them into his bag, ignoring the crumpled papers that were being crushed at the bottom.
Stranger: God, but the glasses the boy put on made him look even cuter. He was the type of boy John could see himself devouring in the back of his car at midnight. For this thought, he waited until Anderson and the rest had gone off to patrol the freshman hall before wandering over. "John." He tossed out, picking up an errant calculus sheet and handing it over.
You: Taking the sheet, he looked up and rose an eyebrow, not really sure what this boy would want with him. "Thanks.." He muttered in return, a little wary of any intentions this boy could have, he'd been beaten up enough for today and certainly didn't feel like suffering more of it. "I'm Sherlock.."
