Sherlock was angry. Beyond angry. His brother had sided with his mother forcing him to attend his senior prom. They made him put on a tux, they made him take pictures with his brother and his brothers date. They practically had to dress him themselves. He refused to smile in the pictures or so much as pretend to have a good time. This was not his idea of a good time.

"When can I leave?" He had to shout over the music so his brother could hear him. It was only an hour under way and he was already sick of this. The girl's perfumes were rotting his brain.

"When I say you can," Mycroft replied taking a sip of the obviously spiked drinks.

"What if I just walk out?"

"I'll tell mummy," Mycroft grinned smugly. Sherlock didn't like to upset his mother and he also wanted that senior trip he was promised if he went to this stupid dance.

"I'm really starting not to care what she'll do." And he really wasn't. This was just another horrible event for him. He had next to no friends just this one guy named Bill. They rarely talked but sat next to each other in silence at lunch. Bill wasn't even here; his mother probably wouldn't force him to do this. Then there was Mycroft and his date. Clearly he would be spending most the night with her, leaving Sherlock alone. He was alone. No girl here would ask him to dance. He would die a lonely soul, not that he cared.

"Sherlock it's just a dance," Mycroft huffed.

"If it's just a dance why is it so important to you?" Sherlock undid his bowtie and let it hang around his neck like all the other fellows.

"Because for once in my life I have a bloody date. Not every girl was pinning after you. Just this once a girl wanted the other brother." The only reason girls ever wanted Sherlock was because of his looks. And because he was untouched. It's like a prize to them. Whoever sleeps with him first wins the game.

"Hmmmm, not true." Sherlock knew better than his brother.

Mycroft's face started turning red, "Don't you dare go ruin this for–"

Sherlock's smirk appeared, "Didn't you notice all the times she was ever over she would ask where I was, how she was so inquiring about my location. I've caught her more than once in the premises of my room, claiming she thought it was yours. Are you that blind brother? She's has been using you to get to me." He put his hands in his pockets and shrugged. He liked this game called: ruin his brother's night. He knew that Mycroft had been hoping to get with the girl tonight.

"You spoil everything." His fists were clenched at his side, his eyes watching his girlfriend dance with her friends.

"I know." Sherlock smiled deviously. But soon the smile fell, his eyes had found a diamond. "Who's that," Sherlock said nudging his chin in her direction. There was a girl in a yellow strapless ball gown. Her brown hair was pulled up and back with some curls dangling down. Her cheek bones where high her lips where small. She was beautiful. Sherlock was stunned.

"Who?"

"Her." Sherlock repeated in a softer tone.

"I don't know, why do you care?" Mycroft was still angry about the news of his girlfriend to notice Sherlock's demeanor had changed.

"I don't care, I've just never seen her." Sherlock was trying to mask his feelings with no feelings at all.

Mycroft shrugged, "Someone probably brought her over from another school."

"Who would that be?" he wanted to know immediately who brought her here. He wanted to know who her boyfriend was.

"I don't know Sherlock, I don't know everything." He huffed.

"You're the eyes and ears of this place Mycroft, you know everything and everyone." Sherlock had hoped his brother knew her, because Sherlock so desperately wanted to.

"Well I don't know her." With that Mycroft walked away and left him to stand on his own.

….

The night was full under swing, the music had changed and so had the atmosphere. Nothing had changed for Sherlock though. He was standing alone. In the same spot as he was hours ago. He hadn't moved an inch.

"You look so alone." Sherlock turned his head to find the girl in the yellow dress. He was tempted to look her over to quickly figure her out. She looked even more stunning up close.

"Of course I'm alone, I don't have friends," He grumbled. Sherlock was used to being alone. It bothered him when people spoke to him.

"Did your date ditch you?" she asked still standing there smiling at him. Her smile was so sweet. So innocent, so…captivating.

"No."

"Oh." He saw her face fall. It looked genuine.

"I didn't have a date to begin with." He added. Her smile came back and her cheeks tinted slightly.

"Then would you like to dance with me?" she asked sweetly, turning her ankles slightly causing her dress to swish.

"I don't even know you." But I want to, he thought.

"And I don't know you." She countered, cocking her head to the side.

Sherlock grinned, so far he liked this girl, "Shocking, everyone knows me."

She put her hands on her hips, "I only know your name and what my boyfriend has told me."

Sherlock tried to hide his disappointment, she was here with a boyfriend, "Oh ya? And what would that be?"

"You're Sherlock. A brash, honest man who knows everything. Secrets aren't kept safe from you."

"I could figure out your secrets." He whispered leaning down closer to her.

"I've got nothing to hide, nothing important anyway." She whispered back eyes big.

He reached out and took a piece of her hair, "What would be your name, girl of no secrets?" he twirled it aimlessly around his finger. He figured after tonight he would no longer see this girl again so why not try out some flirting.

"Molly, Molly Hooper." She said smiling.

Sherlock, dropped her strand of hair then held out his hand for her, "Shall we dance?"

She placed her hand in his, "We shall."