It is too damn early to be awake. Sandy blonde hair spread out over the cool plastic desk, OUR DASHING PROTAGONIST WHO TOTALLY ISN'T GAY shut his eyes, a grumble erupting from his mouth. A sharp beep came from the ceiling, forcing the junior to prop himself on his elbows. A steady male voice crackled through the speakers, yes, I know what day it is… no, I don't give a shit. A woman's voice came through:
"Hello students! Principal Adler speaking, I am proud to announce the first dance of the semester!"

No, SHIT no!, his hands coated his face as a groan escaped the cracks between his fingers.
"Now, boys, don't get any ideas just yet,"
don't try to be funny; it doesn't work
"But this will be a Sadie Hawkins Dance!"
what?
"What that means, is the ladies get to ask out the males!"
fuckingnowhy, his head rolled over to his friend, Molly, whose brown hair pulled into a tight ponytail, her eyes bright and a smile pulling her cheeks up. Shit she's excited for this stupid thing.

"Someone looks like she knows who she wants to ask" He looked over and pinched his eyes shut, preparing for the usual rant of hardly English excitement that came with Molly.
"There's this guy, in my chemistry class and, yes, before you say anything, he is a freshman, but he's so smart, and so mysterious, and so attractive." She continues talking about how great this guy is; it's borderline obsessive.
"Molly," she stops midword and turns her head, "Does this guy have a name atleast?"
"John," she pauses, as shock comes onto her face, "no, not you, I mean Sherlock. Sherlock Holmes."
John laughs into his fist, "Sherlock? What is he, from the 1600s?"
"Hey!" she frowned, suddenly defensive, "I like him and so I'm allowed to ask him!"
oh bother, He sniggered and turned to pretend to pay attention.


When lunch time rolled around all of the girls were separated into small herds, each giggling about who they would ask, who was taken, and whose butt was the cutest. John rolled his eyes as he sat on his usual bench, at least Molly knew exactly who she wanted to ask. He pulled out a homemade sandwich and took a large bite. Chewing, he glanced over to one of the hallways, two figures catching his eye.
He put down his sandwich and crept over, a distinct voice stuttered, "H-hey, Sherlock."
John immediately knew what was happening and urged to get a peak.
"Oh! Molly! What are you doing outside of the Biology Hall? Can't be for school, since the only class you care about is Biology. Can't be for lunch, since you eat when you get home. Judging by the hurried lipstick, I'd say you're on your way to impress someone, maybe a boyfriend? No, couldn't be, you never wear lipstick, why start now? So, you must be trying to impress someone new, maybe a teacher? Maybe a fellow student?"
what a git, John watched as the mop-headed boy spoke far too fast and far too confidently for a freshman. Correction: arrogant git.

"I, uh, yeah? I was wondering if maybe you'd perhaps-"
"Molly, please do be quick I have important experiments to attend to."
"Sadie Hawkins dance, would you be my date?"

Sherlock readjusted his then stoic body position to cross his arms. He inhaled slowly calculating. Is he actually thinking about this? A junior asking a freshman? He would be daft NOT to accept.
"It's not normal for upperclassmen to 'ask out' underclassmen, and, while I personally don't believe with a mouth that small anyone would say yes, you should ask someone older, at least the same age. Now can I please be on my way?"
She was silent, mouth agap, trying to form words. Who the hell does he think he is?
"Now, now, keeping your mouth open doesn't make it seem larger. I must be off. Experiments to run," he turned on his heels and took long strides down the hall, out of sight.

John sprung out of his hiding spot and dashed toward his friend.

"What an arrogant sod! No man should ever talk to a lady like that," an idea bubbled in his mind, "I'm going to make him apologize." He ran off down the hall, not sure where he was going, but damn if he wasn't going to find the bastard.


A/N: A friend of mine gave me the prompt of a Sadie Hawkins Dance, so I'm running with it. If there's anything that seems OOC or anything seems weird, please tell me! Anything helps!