Hey, so this is going to be a bit different. It's a teen!lock au loosely inspired by some of my own issues at school. I think it will be a couple of chapters long.
Disclaimer: I do not own Sherlock.
Molly Hooper was having a particularly wonderful day. Her mom had made pancakes that morning for breakfast, and she had even let Molly have a cup of coffee, despite her usual rules. It was Monday, and Molly hadn't seen her best friend Mary Morstan in two whole days. As she walked down the hall with the Year 11 lockers, Molly spotted her friend. "Mary! How was your weekend? Did you have fun with your sister?" she called.
"Oh. Yeah," Mary said uncomfortably. She gave Molly a tight smile and kept walking. Molly turned around to see Mary hugging her boyfriend John Watson.
What the Hell? Did I do something wrong? Why doesn't she want to talk to me? Molly looked down at the floor and kept walking. Suddenly she bumped into a tall figure in a black coat. "Oh, sorry," she mumbled. She was about to keep walking when the tall person grabbed her by the shoulder.
"It's alright Molly. Hey, what's wrong with your face? Your eyes are puffy and red and you have been staring at the floor and Mary is nowhere in sight. God, you look horrible."
Molly cringed. She looked up into the critical face of Sherlock Holmes, her crush since Year 9, and the tears that had been forming in her eyes started to fall.
"Oh no. Not good, huh? I didn't mean to uh—I mean you don't look horrible you just look sad…" Sherlock said, his tone changing from business-like to concerned.
"I'm perfectly fine," No thanks to you. "Could you please let me get to my locker?" Molly wiped the tears from her face and pulling away from Sherlock.
He let go of her shoulder and winced at himself. Damn his exceptional brain and his stupid need to deduce all of his friends. He always seemed to make things worse. No. I will fix this. What can I do to cheer Molly up?
Sherlock looked at his watch. He had to get to class. If he was late one more time he was going to get a week's worth of detentions (even if he was only late because he was solving a crime and got caught up, his teachers had assured him). I can fix this.
When Sherlock let Molly out of his grasp, she ran to her locker. She was even more embarrassed and hurt than she had been after Mary snubbed her. Molly opened her locker and looked in the mirror on the locker door with the words "You are beautiful," printed on the bottom. She sneered and tried to restore her face to a normal, less red state. Why did his say that? Why do I like him? Why can't I just find a normal boyfriend like Mary did? You know what, this is ridiculous. I don't deserve this. I need to move on. Mary told me last week that Tom from maths class has a crush on me. He is kind of cute I guess. Yeah, I will talk to Tom today. Satisfied with her decision, Molly slammed the locker door shut and walked off to class.
When Mary saw Molly in the hallway, she immediately got scared. She had a secret that she couldn't tell Molly, but she knew that if she talked to her best friend, she wouldn't be able to keep herself from blabbing.
After Mary brushed Molly off in an attempt to cut off the start of a conversation, she caught a glimpse of the hurt in Molly's eyes and a knot started forming in her stomach. Shit shit shit shit this is not what I meant to happen. Oh that bastard. He will not ruin this friendship. She quickly ran over to John and wrapped her arms around his neck. "I'm going to kill Sherlock," she whispered in his ear.