Haunted Holmes ➳ Sherlock x Reader

Elusa

CAUTION: Vulgar language in this chapter.

As I had mentioned before, my math class has gotten a whole lot more interesting.

Why?

Because it was the worst day of my life today.

And who's fault could that be?

Elusa Diesel's fault.

The "so called" most pretty and popular girl in school.

She may be attractive to people but she has the ugliest personality and attitude ever.

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I was sitting I my maths class, when the teacher announced that we had a student who had a schedule change, moved to our maths class.

When she walked in the entire class was silent, except for a group of gossip girls in the back of the room who gestured her over, cheerfully.

She had jet-black hair and wore so many expensive accessories.

The teacher stopped her before she could sit down.

"No, Elusa, you sit here, next to Y/N." The teacher said, strictly.

She groaned and slumped in her given seat.

After a few minutes as the teacher was teaching, she called me quietly.

"Y/N!" She whispered loudly,

I raised my both eyebrows at her, substituting a verbal "what".

"Look at Molly's hair...so ratchet." She said, with a chuckle, as I rolled my eyes.

"Why are you telling me this? I don't care." I said, continuing to focus on the lesson.

"Excuse me?" She asked making an offended face, and raising one of her perfectly arched eyebrows.

I just ignored her and took notes.

"I'm talking to you!" She said loudly, interrupting the teacher's lesson, and causing everyone to look at me and her.

"I know. There was a reason I ignored you." I said with a sigh.

"Oh my god, you little shit! What kind of fucking mother raised you to talk to be such a bitch?!" She said loudly.

"What did you just say about my mum?!" I said back, slamming my note-taking pen on the desk.

"I said...what kind of fucking mother--" I interrupted her by punching her in the face.

"My real mum is dead, and he raised me not to listen to sluts like you, and your stupid gossip." I spat, my eyes almost tearing up.

Almost.

After that I got sent to the principle's office.

"Y/N, what happened? Your usually a good student..." The principle said.

"I know sir..." I sighed.

"Why did you do it, then?" He asked.

"I feel really bad for what I did but...she talked bad about my mum. Nobody is allowed to speak of her that way." I said, with my voice cracking.

"Alright, it's okay, I won't get you into serious trouble, but the least I can do is give you detention for a week, because I still have to do my job, otherwise I would leave you off." He said softly, trying to calm me.

I nodded.

"You may leave." He said.

I got up and left his room blankly.