A/N: During the previous chapter of this fanfiction I believe I stated that Molly had blonde hair. Whoops. I meant brown! So please ignore that error.

The next day, Sherlock gets up and gets dressed quickly. He eats breakfast, and then grabs a small hand-held puzzle from his room. Let's just see how smart Molly Hooper is, thinks Sherlock.

He arrives at school the same time he always does, an hour before it starts. Molly isn't there yet, but Sherlock suspects she will be soon. His mind wanders back to yesterday, how daring she was to ask him that. It was obvious how much of a crush she had on him, and it wasn't like her to just talk to people. She was very shy.

Okay, maybe Sherlock wasn't completely ignoring her. He watched her a little more than other people. He knows the way she holds her posture, her handwriting, and other things like the exact color of her hair. It hadn't really occurred to him that he thought she was sort of pretty.

But he assumed she was stupid. And who could compare to the massive intellect he possesses? She would be dull. Boring. And definitely not worth his time.

But of course all these thoughts were formed before yesterday. She proved she wasn't entirely stupid. Most people couldn't have figured it out. But she had.

He needed to know the secrets her mind possesses. She might not be a genius like him, but she might be a little close. He needed to know how close.


Molly Hooper rides her bike down the dirt road to her school, her ponytail flopping back and forth. She can't quit thinking about Sherlock Holmes and how proud she was of herself for talking to him.

Well, that was probably the end of it, thinks Molly, he probably thinks I'm dull. Like everything else in the world. But at least I talked to him.

She pulls up to the driveway of the school, surprised to see him already sitting there. She locks her bike to the railing and sits down beside him.

"So, you don't think I'm dull?" she asks.

Sherlock looks at her, an expression with all emotion wiped from it.

"I haven't quite decided that yet. Here," he says as he shoves the small puzzle at her, expecting her to take it.

She looks at him with a puzzled expression on her face. "You want me to solve it?" she asks.

"Yes," he says firmly once again pushing the puzzle to her.

Molly take the puzzle and begins to twist and turn it, attempting to match up all the colors. Sherlock watches her, curious. In about 10 minutes she has all the sides matched up by color.

"There, I'm not stupid," she says, pushing the cube puzzle back into his hand.

"I can never do that. You have to teach me," he says.

"What? You have to be kidding. You're like a genuis, and you can't solve a Rubics Cube?" she asks, beliveing hes just pulling her leg.

"No, I'm serious," he says. He stands up and starts to mix the cube up again. "I can solve almost any puzzle, but this one confuses me."

"Well, okay. I can teach you how to solve a Rubics Cube if you teach me how you know all that stuff about those people just by looking at them," she says, matter-of-factly.

"It's a deal. But first you have to tell me how you picked up where I was going every morning."

"Well that's not fair. I'm telling you two things and you're only telling me one," she says.

"What I'm about to teach you is easily worth those two things. Now, I think it's time for class to start. Should I walk you there?" Sherlock asks, holding out his hand.

"O-okay," she mumbles, cheeks flushed with red. It's so easy to talk to Sherlock Holmes until he does something gentleman-like. Curse your good upbringing and curly locks, Sherlock Holmes, Molly thinks to herself as he holds the door open for her to go inside.

A/N: Yeah this is my second part of my story that I AM going to finish. I have trouble with that. Please review down below! Tell me if a joke I made was lame, tell me my plot is weak. I don't care, give me your thoughts. I need them to get better! Thank you! ~LittleMoreSonic11