Here is chapter 2! I hope this starts to make more sense. Thanks for reading!

Disclaimer: I do not own Sherlock.

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After Molly had silently decided to have a chat with Tom, her admirer, she remembered her earlier problem: Mary. What on earth is wrong? Mary was in Molly's second class, English, so she decided to confront her there. Besides, I really have to tell her what happened with Sherlock. It was so embarrassing! I have to talk to someone!

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Mary parted ways with John who had history class and trudged off to science. She sat down at the desk next to Sherlock's and kicked him in the shin with her heel.

"Bloody hell! What was that for?"

"Sherlock! Please watch your language. Class is starting," barked their science teacher Ms. Donovan.

"Mhmm," Sherlock mumbled. "But seriously," he whispered, turning to Mary "why did you kick me?"

"Because I'm angry! Can't you deduce why?" asked Mary.

"Ugh if it's about what I told you on Friday…"

"Yeah, it is. I can't do it Sherlock. I can't keep that a secret from Molly. But because I have to keep it a secret, I have to avoid talking to her and now she thinks I'm mad at her. Can't you just tell her?"'

"Why don't you just tell her you're not mad at her?" asked Sherlock, genuinely puzzled.

"Arghh! Because we're best friends. She knows me well enough to know when something is wrong," said Mary, a little too loudly.

"Mary, do you have something you would like to share? Perhaps you would like to volunteer to do the bird dissection?" said Ms. Donovan. Their teacher had a strong dislike for Sherlock and all of his friends, which might have been related to an ill-fated incident where Sherlock had deduced that she was pregnant with Mr. Anderson's baby. She had since grown considerable larger and Mr. Anderson had grown considerably redder in the company of Ms. Donovan because he was, in fact, married to someone else.

"Oh that would be lovely Ms. Donovan. Birds are my favorite kind of animal to dissect," said Mary, refusing to let Ms. Donovan think she had won. "I'm not done with you," she hissed to Sherlock as she walked up to the front of the class. Quickly, Mary's face turned from a death-glare to a cheery smile and she said, "Where do I begin?"

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Finally, the bell rang to signify the end of the first class. Molly picked up her stuff and hurried out into the hall, only to run right into a tall figure in a black coat.

"Oh, sorry again Sh—" she said looking up at his face. "Oh, hi Tom. I thought you were…somebody else."

"Nope. Just me," said Tom as he smiled down at her. Molly stared at him for a moment. There was something appealing about his features, but it was like they weren't quite right. He's not quite Sher—No. She pushed the thought away when she realized Tom was speaking to her.

"Sorry. What?"

"I was just wondering if you wanted to eat lunch with me," said Tom a bit timidly.

"Sure, that sounds nice," replied Molly. "Um I have to get to English now, but I'll see you later. Bye!" He's not Sherlock, but at least he's nice to me.

When Molly arrived at her English class she spotted Mary and made a beeline towards her friend. "Hey, are you mad at me or something?" asked Molly as she sat down.

Mary gave her a tight smile. "No, of course not! I just uh…I have um…I have a really bad stomachache."

"Do you need to go see the nurse?" asked Molly.

"No!" Mary blurted a little too quickly. "I mean, um, I think it's just cramps. Mine usually go away after lunch."

"Oh…kay," said Molly, even more confused than before.

"So how are you?" asked Mary, trying to dig her way out of the hole she had found herself in and change the subject at the same time.

"Well, Sherlock was being a little git, but Tom invited me to sit with him at lunch, so that was nice."

Mary made a face. "Tom? Why Tom?"

"Hey! You said he fancied me. You were the one who told me to go for it last week," said Molly, taken aback.

"Yeah, well I said that before I found out—"

"Before you found out what?" Molly interjected.

"Before I found out that, um…how boring Tom really is," offered Mary pleased that she had avoiding spilling her secret.

"Oh. Well, I'm kind of lonely, you know? I mean I've got you, but you are with John a lot. And Sherlock will never see me like that, so I figured it was time to move on…" said Molly. Mary looked alarmed but Molly continued. "No, it's totally okay. I mean we're in high school. I can't build my life around a little crush. That's stupid." Suddenly, Mary raised her hand to get the teacher's attention.

"Mr. Lestrade, I need to go to the nurse. My stomach hurts, you know, woman stuff," Mary said with a winning smile and the class laughed.

Mr. Lestrade wrinkled his nose. "Alright Mary, go ahead." Mary dashed out of the room leaving Molly bewildered and stuck deciphering Shakespeare by herself.

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As soon as Mary was out of the room, she leaned against the wall and pulled out her mobile.

Emergency! Molly says she wants to move on! You have to do something you sodding git. -MM