"Bye dad!" Molly called out to her father as she rushed out of the house. Cooper poked his head out of the kitchen door watching her race through the porch. He smiled softly in his daughter's direction and went back to make breakfast.
'Damn. Late again' as she pedaled furiously on her bicycle towards her school.
Why did this always happen? Oh! Yeah. She knew why. She had spent the night reading the pathology journal after completing school work and fallen asleep in the wee hours of the day, rendering her deaf to her alarm. And now she was running late. Again.
She was determined to make it time and started pedaling with renewed energy. She checked her watch. Two more minutes. For those watching from the streets of London, she was a spectacle. Mousy brown hair tied with a band being whipped by the air, her cardigan falling of her shoulders and her elfin features focusing straight ahead to avoid being hit by one of those many cars that seemed to block her path at every turn.
Molly studied at St. George's, which was a highly respectable school in London. She had been homeschooled by her father until High school. Her father was a famous physician, practicing in London. Her mother, Elizabeth, had died giving birth to her. Her father loved her immensely and he couldn't bear to be separated from her. So instead of sending her to boarding school like the rich at that time, he taught her at home.
He taught her all he knew and even at a young age Molly's interest leaned towards pathology. His beliefs were cemented when he would find her prodding a dead insect instead of playing with her toys. She was a quick learner and a hard worker. When she turned sixteen Cooper realized he couldn't keep his daughter with him forever without jeopardizing her education. Molly had secured a place in St. George's without the slightest influence from her father's side, to her father's immense pride.
Molly parked her bike in the parking lot, just as the bell rang. She haphazardly locked it and ran towards her algebra class. The hallway was already empty and her shoes echoed on the floor as she hurried towards her class. Thankfully Mrs. Hudson was just organizing her lecture notes so she slipped in. She breathed a huge sigh of relief, adjusted her cardigan and searched for her best friend. Unfortunately the seat next to Mary (said best friend) was already occupied. Mary gave her an apologetic smile. She must have thought Molly wouldn't make it , so hadn't saved her a place. Molly's shoulders slumped. It meant she'd have to sit alone at the back as all other seats were occupied.
'Serves me right.' She thought as she headed towards the seat, eyes glued to the floor.
When Molly joined here she was pretty nervous. Despite being homeschooled she had managed to make friends. Her kind nature albeit her weird humor sense helped her. But she knew high school would be different. Things were made worse by watching Mean Girls. The idea of watching it was suggested by Meena, her friend, when Molly told her about going to school. Molly had been absolutely terrified. The hardships Cady (the lead) underwent made sure that she had nightmares.
But upon joining she had the extreme good luck to sit next to Mary Morstan during biology. They had instantly become fast friends. Mary was short and had short blonde hair quite opposite to Molly's long brown hair. They had been inseparable since then. She also made quite a lot of friends in various classes.
As Molly sat in her seat, a raven haired girl from the front row turned back to give her a smirk and mouthed loser. She then returned to gossip with Kitty sitting next to her, who also shot Molly a dirty look.
Molly rolled her eyes. Right, she also had made some enemies.
Irene Adler.
Irene resembled Regina George from the movie in more than one way. She was extremely pretty, obscenely rich and bitchy to the core. She was the most popular girl in the school. So typically she had all the jocks fighting with each other to be with her. But also typically she was dating the most popular guy in the school: James Moriarty. Molly had no clue what she had done to tick Irene off, but she hated the sight of Molly. It had been almost four months since she joined school and she was yet to figure out why Irene didn't like her. Not that it mattered. She didn't care and had no interest in nurturing friendship with her.
Mrs. Hudson cleared her throat and the class immediately became silent. She was an old lady, probably of sixty years of age.
"Today we will study about solutions of equations" she said in her motherly voice.
Molly enjoyed math. It was her second favorite after Pathology. Mrs. Hudson had explained to them the method of substitution and had given them a problem to work out when there was a knock on the class door.
Molly had been busy solving the question, so she didn't look up. However she did look up when she addressed the class.
"Class, we have the pleasure of having a new student with us today. Why don't you tell us your name?" she asked to the figure standing next to her.
Molly's eyes landed on the new student. He was the most beautiful person she had ever clapped eyes on. He was tall, lean yet muscular. He had sharp cheekbones and a mass of curly black hair that contrasted excellently with his pale skin tone. He was wearing a black T-shirt and deep blue jeans. Molly was mesmerized by him, all thoughts of equations flying out of the window.
"I am Sherlock Holmes." He said in a deep baritone.
Sherlock...what an unique name.
"Welcome to St. George's, Sherlock. Please take a seat" said Mrs. Hudson and motioned towards the class.
Sherlock's eyes flitted around and met Molly's. Her breath hitched when she saw those eyes. They were blue-green with gold specks. They then took notice of the empty seat next to her and headed towards the back.
Molly flushed as she realized he would sit next to her.
Oh dear!
AN: Thank you for reading! :) Let me know what you think and if I should continue! :p