A/N: Here's chapter two! I've already got the first five chapters written out so I'll be posting one a day until then.
Molly sat alone at her desk, researching universities, when she heard a knock at her bedroom door. She called for the knocker to come in and her father opened the door. "Molls, that Watson kid's downstairs. If you don't want him here just say the word and you'll have come down with an unfortunate summer fever."
"No, its fine, dad. Just give me a minute. I'll be down. She sighed as she closed her laptop and checked herself in the mirror. Where John went, he was bound to be around and she didn't want to look like a fool in front of him. Again.
It was December and the winter formal was quickly approaching. Sherlock normally wouldn't have given it another thought, but it was hard to ignore when it was all he had heard anyone speak of. He was preparing a slide for his microscope in his advanced biology class when his lab partner, Molly Hooper, had sneezed rather loudly and caused him to drop the slide. He cursed under his breath and continued work.
"Uh, Sherlock?" Molly had said. Her voice quavered as he spoke. She was a rather mousy girl, but pleasant enough. She was the only person in the class anywhere near his level, so he could tolerate her more than the other students.
"Yes, what is it." He droned.
"I, uh. I got you something. A gift. It's a present, actually. I saw it at a book shop and it reminded me of you so I went ahead and got it. I hope that isn't too weird. I mean, we do work together nicely. I think we might be considered friends, even. In some cases at least."
"Molly, you are much more attractive when you don't babble if you were wondering."
"Oh. Uh. Well. Here, then." She sheepishly handed him a book titled The Hardy Boys: The Tower Treasure. "You, uh. You mentioned before about crimes. Crime solving being an interest."
"I do believe I did. Thank you, Molly. It's a kind gift." He put the book in his bag and returned to the microscope.
"There's a, note. In it. In the book. I put it there. Read it after class, okay?" He nodded his understanding and returned to the microscope.
Sherlock, will you go to winter formal with me? Molly xx
Along with it she included her mobile number, for a response. After consulting with his best mate John, who thought it would be a lovely idea, (as well as his mother) he decided that he would accompany Molly to winter formal.
The event was in the school gymnasium. Sherlock had agreed to meet Molly out front of the school. He wasn't one for dinner reservations and small talk over tea. He hardly had any desire to attend this gathering of his peers at all. But John had heavily insisted that he go because he felt that it would benefit him to socialize with someone other than John himself. What had finally pushed him into going was his mother informing him that Mycroft had attended every formal when he was in school, all with dates of high social standing. Sherlock didn't care much for social standing but he did care about failing at something his brother achieved.
Sherlock walked towards the school with a corsage in hand when he saw John, his date, and Molly waiting for him. Molly wore a deep blue dress that flowed to the floor in an elegant way. The dress' Queen Ann neckline encased her collarbones delicately and made her neck look slender and appealing. The fabric caressed her body perfectly, displaying a petite figure that made up for in rear what it lacked in chest. He felt himself captivated by her. She looked so well put-together that he had a hard time believing she was the same girl who came to class in baggy pants and cat sweaters.
He overheard the three speaking. Molly was close friends with John's date and she was thanking the other girl for doing her makeup and hair. The girl complimented Molly, telling her that her dress looked phenomenal on her. Molly slightly blushed as she heard the compliment, smoothing the dress out and giggling as she shrugged it off.
Sherlock turned and ran.
That night he had received several strongly worded voicemails and text messages from John. He ignored them all. He instead shut his feelings away, locking them in a box that he intended to be left shut.
John hadn't heard any word from Sherlock on what happened that night until two months later. Sherlock hadn't even tried to make an excuse as to why he had stood Molly up. He simply did not speak of it. When John would ask, Sherlock would answer him with an unrelated question.
He and John had stolen a bottle of wine from Sherlock's father and snuck onto the roof outside John's window. While Sherlock usually didn't indulge himself in teenage rebellions as his peers did, he was still a teenager and his hormone riddled adolescent brain still had an itch of curiosity to it.
They had finished off the bottle, laying back and watching the stars, as the haze of alcohol made their minds swim. They soon found themselves saying the things they never said while sober. John told Sherlock about his curiosity in becoming an army doctor when finished with schooling, and how he had broken it off with his last girlfriend because he was as afraid of sex as he was curious, which lead Sherlock to confess to John the infatuation which had gripped him the night of winter formal.
As Sherlock spilled his heart, John looked at his friend and thought to himself, 'so there really is a heart buried deep within that brain.'
Molly and John had remained friends after the incident, but Sherlock was a different story. When she came into class the Monday after, her teacher informed her that she would be working with a different lab partner for the rest of the term. She hadn't spoken to Sherlock since.
Hope you guys liked this one :) it's the longest I have written, but don't worry, I'll probably start writing them longer after I get the first five posted!