Trouble at School
Hey. I decided to do a oneshot because since I've been busy with Touch of a Madman. Well here's some Sherlolly teenlock cause I haven't done that yet.
Molly nervously made her way through the hall to the detention room, holding her books tightly to her chest. She hadn't mean't to get into trouble, in fact she had been trying to break up a fight with two boys when one of them pushed her aside causing her to go crashing into one of the teachers and their coffee to spill all over him. Molly didn't think he saw anyone else, just her.
She walked in, the same teacher that she'd bumped into watching the detention room, his name was Mr. Mauler and he most definitely wasn't the most pleasant teacher in school.
He pointed to a seat next to the other detention student, the one that everyone knew had made detention his second home, the one who was in her chemistry class, the one that could tell what you've been eating from your choice of shoes or able to tell which teachers have be shagging each other at one glance. Sherlock Holmes.
Molly swallowed heavily before she approached him, sitting down at a desk.
He took one hard look at her before he went back to absently looking at the wall, obviously on a totally different place then the classroom.
"Now I'll be back in just a second, no talking, no moving and especially no leaving the room, do you think you can do that Sherlock?" Mr. Mauler instructed, the student in question just glaring at him in response. He gave a nod before leaving, lingering at the door first before darting off somewhere.
Sherlock's head turned towards her so fast she was surprised he hadn't got whiplash, and Molly was surprised she hadn't had a heart attack at the sudden movement. He stared at her for a good long while, making her a little uneasy, before he extended his arm to her.
"Sherlock Holmes."
She started at the hand, not particularly sure if she was supposed to shake it or not, causing the boy beside her to sigh and roll his eyes.
"It's a hand, you're supposed to shake it. Please tell me you're not that stupid," he murmured with an aggravated sigh.
Molly nodded, quickly shaking his hand, "Molly. Molly Hooper."
"I know," he stated with a nod, walking causally over to a loose window and pushed it open. "After you, Molly Hooper," he said with a charming smile, gesturing to the open window.
She hesitated, looking back towards the door before staring back at Sherlock who was impatiently waiting on her.
"Well.. Do you want to stay here and be a teachers pet in detention? Or do you want to come with me?" he asked her, outstretching his hand once more but this time for her to take, "I don't bite, promise."
Molly, hesitantly, took his hand, almost being pulled off her feet as Sherlock dragged her along with him.
It didn't take long for her to start running with him.
He pulled her behind the bike sheds, them both panting heavily and grinning wildly.
"Oh my god," she laughed, trying to muffle her giggles with her hands, causing Sherlock to start laughing too.
"Sshhh.." he tried to silence her, even though he was giggling as well, "They'll find us."
They laughed for a moment longer before it died off and they were just left in each other's company, which they had quickly realised was quite close together.
Molly blushed softly, giving him a shy smile, "Hi.."
"Hi," he mumbled in response giving her an awkward little smile.
"I should.. I mean.. I should get home.." she murmured, turning towards the small hole that they had ran through before looking back at him noticing that he was much closer than before.
It wasn't long before his lips captured hers and began kissing her, to which Molly was quite surprised at how easy it had been to kiss him back.
This wasn't right. She'd just met the boy and now they were making out. Molly pulled away from the kiss and, before he could stop her, darted from their hiding spot, leaving a dazed looking Sherlock as she went.
"Molly Hooper.." he smirked, watching her run. "You will be mine.."