A/N: Hey guys! Wow okay so I'm just going to start this chapter off by saying THANK YOU SO MUCH! You've all been responding to this story so positively, and I think that you're really cool for doing so. Anyway, I'm also sorry that I'm so bad at updating regularly, I'll try to make a schedule and see how that goes but I also don't want to try and force myself to have inspiration. On with the chapter! –Olivia Xx

(P.S: Shout out to my mum for letting me write during class)

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The classes after lunch were easy, and Molly was pleasantly surprised to find out that she had history with John. Even while she was still in class, she wanted to text Sherlock, to find out the things that he had to say (even if he didn't necessarily say them). She had already concluded that the message he sent her was referring to his giving her water at lunch.

Finally, Molly found herself back in homeroom. This meant that the day was, at last, almost over. The day itself hadn't been bad- but that doesn't mean that everything went perfectly. As expected, people kept staring at 'the new kid' at times that she'd wished they wouldn't, and guys looked at her like they were starving in the wild and she was a four-course meal.

Her homeroom teacher was droning on about something that she honestly couldn't care less about, so she tried to tune him out. She instead focused her attention on a boy who seemed to be looking at her, but not in the creepy, hungry way that the other guys had. He just seemed interested. He finally caught on to her staring at him, flashing her a flustered smile and turning around.

The final bell rang, signaling that it was okay to leave. The teacher kept them for about thirty seconds (saying something about how 'the bell doesn't dismiss them, she does') before letting them go. Molly made her way over to the staring boy's desk.

"Hi," Molly said to him. "Did you lose something back there?" She joked, pointing to her desk.

"Um… No?" He said, obviously not understanding.

"No, I didn't mean- never mind. I'm Molly." She said.

"Jim." The boy said, smiling.

"Nice to make your acquaintance." She said, feigning an extremely posh accent and curtsying.

Jim laughed. "We should get going, yeah? Wouldn't want to miss the bus." He picked up his bag and walked out the door with Molly by his side.

"So, Jim," Molly tested out his name. "Why were you looking back there, if you haven't lost anything?"

Jim blushed again (which Molly took a mental note of), and said "Uh, you know… there's a clock back there. Yeah, that's right, a clock, and I just needed to check the time."

"That's believable." Molly said, a sarcastic tone very evident in her voice.

"That was the goal." Jim said, smiling again.

Molly was about to speak again when she felt a vibration in her pocket. She pulled her phone out and saw that she was getting a call from an unknown number. She answered cautiously and asked who it was.

"John." The voice replied.

"Oh, hey. How'd you get my number?" She asked, then turned to Jim and mouthed a 'sorry' while pointing to her phone. He raised a hand dismissively.

"Sherlock gave it to me." John said.

"And you're calling me because…?" She trailed off at the end.

"We wanna take you somewhere. Where are you?"

"I'm with a friend, Jim."

"Jim who?"

"Good question. Hey, Jim, what's your last name?"

"Moriarty." Jim replied.

"Jim Moriarty." She told John.

"Oh, God. Sherlock, she's with Moriarty." Then, after a moment he directed his words back to her. "I suppose you could bring him along as well."

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah, just don't make me regret it." John warned.

"You're saying it like I've been on my knees, begging you to let me bring him."

"Well, you basically have, telling me his last name and all." Molly could hear the smile in his voice.

"Whatever. Jim, do you wanna go somewhere?" She asked.

To which Jim replied "Where is somewhere?"

Then Molly asked John, who said that it was a secret. Jim agreed, saying that he had nothing better to do.

"Alright then." John said, and then he proceeded to tell them where to meet him.

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They all stood at the park John had directed them to. Jim was just as silent as Sherlock at this time, which seemed a bit weird to Molly. John was doing almost all of the talking, and he seemed to be the only one excited by what he was saying.

"… and then we'll go back to Sherlock's place!" He finished. This was one of the only parts that Molly heard, not because she was distracted, but because she just wasn't particularly interested. She still agreed to whatever he was saying, telling him how much fun they were going to have.

Jim nodded as well, though he knew just as much as Molly. Sherlock actually was listening, so he was fully on board with this idea, even though it wasn't extremely exciting to him. He knew that Molly would have a lot of fun, and, for some reason, he seemed to care.

A/N: Hi okay so quite a bit happened in this chapter. We've met Moriarty! He's pretty OOC (out of character) but he's supposed to be. Writing Jim like this was really fun, I hope that you guys like this! I'm actually quite happy with this chapter, and it's pretty long as well. Okay bye now! –Olivia Xx