A few minutes after John had left, Molly got up from her bed and gathered her things for her first lessons, then quickly walked to her registration room, with only the thought that he could possibly be there already. She opened the door and looked to her desk, he wasn't there yet. Disappointed, she put down her bag and sat down. She was the only person who wasn't talking loudly to a large group of friends, and amongst the loud chatter of the classroom, she all of a sudden felt very lonely.
Ten minutes later, Sherlock still hadn't come into the classroom, their teacher was late as usual, Molly sighed impatiently and started to give up hope of seeing Sherlock until lunch because he knew she had no lessons with him until then.
Through all her morning lessons, she tried to concentrate but nothing seemed to make any sense to her, her mind kept on replaying the morning events over and over in her head on a loop. What was she going to say to Sherlock when she saw him? What can she say to make it better? Can she say anything to make it better?!
At lunch she had to go to an extra maths class, to finish up some work, and had barely enough time to eat. And even when eating she couldn't see Sherlock anywhere.
When lessons finished for the day, Molly had just about had enough of this suspense. She needed to find Sherlock. Now. So she looked everywhere; the music rooms, the dining hall, the field, the courtyard, and even was brave enough to stick her head around his dorm room door. She couldn't find him anywhere. Then she remembered, where she had found him a few days ago, round the back of the gardens. He said he was admiring the roses at the time but, there seemed to be a distinct lack of roses, and a distinct smell of fag smoke.
And there he was, right behind the toolshed, having a cigarette. She took a deep breath and walked up to him.
"Sherlock. We need to talk about this." She said calmly as she had been rehearsing these words all day in her head.
He stared forward indifferently.
"Look, Sherlock I didn't mean for Jim to kiss me! It's not my fault!" She said now frustrated.
Sherlock blew out smoke, crushed his fag into the ground and slowly looked over at her, maintaining the same stony expression.
"No. You did not ask Jim to kiss you."
"No, no I didn't, Sherlock look, I'm sorry he kind of kissed me yesterday as well, I didn't ask him to then either, but we were just talking and he-"
"It does not matter Molly."
"What? Really? You mean that? Cause I'm really sorry, you know that, and it was Jim wh-"
"It does not matter Molly."
"Oh! I'm so relieved I cannot tell you! I thought I'd lost you and you wouldn't forgive me!"
"Forgiveness is unnecessary, you must stay away from me from now.
We cannot speak any further."
"What? Sherlock what do you mean we can't speak any more, I thought you-"
"No Molly, I do not want to form a relationship with you any more. I no longer like your company."
Sherlock turned away from her and began to stride away from her towards the main building.
She watched him go, tears starting to form in the corners of her eyes. 'This is it then' she thought, 'its really over!' She felt hurt by him, why didn't he want her company? What was wrong with her? He said that he forgave her for what had happened this morning, and he didn't seem to care about that, so it was really just her? He didn't like her anymore? 'Well fine then, maybe I can meet new people. I can do that can't I! There is nothing wrong with me. Nothing. I will make new friends!
I even have one already, Jim likes me!' She thought to herself,
'So what! I don't need Sherlock.'
The news that Sherlock and Molly had broken up, seemed to spread very quickly, as gossip tends to do in a school, and since everyone knew Sherlock and Molly had been going out, and found the relationship so peculiar in the first place, it became a subject of interest for their classmates. Most people had the notion that Molly broke up with him, and not vice versa. And because nobody had any other good gossip to entertain themselves with, in their year all sorts of strange rumours about why, sprouted. Mostly from the serial-gossiper, Irene Adler. Who took pleasure in spreading things such as; Sherlock experimented on Molly whilst sleeping and she discovered it, or that he has a secret girlfriend, or that this girlfriend was really just an creepy experiment he had built himself like Dr Frankenstein, or that he was secretly the one killing the girls in the school. All these rumours were highly believed by the year group as everybody knew what Sherlock was like, only they didn't know to the extent he would go to, which just made everyone rouse their suspicions about Sherlock, and more and more people became wary of him, with the more time that passed.
Two weeks later and Jim had kept to his word, he hadn't 'broken' Molly, but as Sherlock observed, had instead hastily charmed his way into Molly's trust. Sherlock no longer felt anything for Molly as he had before, he thought it preferable that she stayed alive, but that was it. Nothing else, he saw the whole time he had been growing close to her over the last few years, as an unnecessary inconvenience, and a thorough waste of his time. Why did he spend so much time with her? It didn't make sense anymore.