The irritating chime of the school bell interrupted sherlock's thoughts. He grabbed his books and set of for his next lesson; chemistry. His mop of unruly curls covered his eyes, his school blazer draped over his shoulders. It hadn't been the best of days so far, but he was hoping his favourite lesson could change that.

He pushed open the old wooden door to see a class of familiar faces, all staring right into his sharp eyes. "Sherlock, you're late." Said Dr Arjay sternly. The 17 year old scanned the slightly frustrated teacher up and down. "So it seems." He replied confidently. Although chemistry was Sherlock' s passion he had no respect for his 'idiotic' teacher.

"Less of the attitude, boy."

"I don't recall my mother naming me 'boy'"

"And I don't recall giving you permission to be cheeky to ME! Sit down!"

Sherlock scowled at Dr Ajay then made is way to his seat next to the shy Molly Hooper.

As the lesson progressed Sherlock noticed Molly taking peaks at him from the corner of her eye. "Molly?" He said in his low tone.

"…yes…"

"Is it necessary to look at me every 5 minutes?"

Molly felt her cheeks burning up, she was speechless because what the adolescent had just stated was purely the truth.

Sherlock raised his thick brow as he waited for the timid girl to answer.

"No." She squeaked.

"Well then, could you please find the will power to retain yourself from doing so?"

Molly nodded, she was positive her face had turned as red as a fire engine. 'I should be more discrete' she thought.

It was lunchtime and Sherlock was sat alone at a table outside reading a book entitled 'the laws of physics'

Molly couldn't help but steal a few glances at the tall boys angular face as she ate lunch with her two friends Sally and Irene. "Who y' staring at Molls?" Teased Irene. Molly opened her mouth to speak but could not take her eyes off of Sherlock, he was breathtakingly handsome. High cheekbones, defined cupid' s bow and those deep bluey-grey eyes that nearly made her heart leap out of her chest every time she looked into them. Irene followed Molly's infinite gaze over to the boy "he's interesting." Said Irene biting her lip.

"Are you kidding? He's an absolute freak!" Implied Sally.

"No, he's gorgeous!" Molly blurted out. Sally's mouth opened wide with shock.

"I'm gonna go talk to him." Irene, stood up confidently and strode over to Sherlock. Molly held her head in her hands, her so called 'friend' was Definitely about to leak her secret crush.

Sherlock looked up from his book, a slim brunette with crimped hair stood above him. She smirked knowingly. "Hi." She said, in a richer tone than he'd expected. He glanced back down at the large opened book. Irene sat beside him and shut the novel."don't be shy, I just wanna talk." She laughed. He stared up at the girl, he'd seen her face somewhere before. "You recently broke up with your boyfriend Jim I see"

There was a silence as Irene pondered on what to say. "I wasn't planning on telling anyone yet, but I guess my secrets out now," she winked "I'm single."

The boy was usually not flirted with but knew exactly what body language to look for and she was DEFINITELY flirting. "Your arm, says 'Jim' in a red heart and you've attempted to scribble it out with the same red marker, people usually leave things like that, sentiment, but you broke up with him. The writing is slightly faded but the scribbles are not therefore you broke up with him yesterday."

Irene looked rather shocked but tried to keep cool. "Wow, impressive." She said whilst reaching her arm and placing her hand upon Sherlock' s. "I know." Declared the boy as he rose from his seat and walked away.

Once Molly had gained the courage to lift her head from the table she noticed that Irene and Sherlock were… holding hands! 'She didn't go over there to embarrass me. She's FLIRTING.' Molly thought, her face turned red, not from embarrassment but anger.