Chater 2

I should really stop saying stories are one shots then adding more chapters, it's becoming a really bad habit. Thanks for the reviews though guys, even though there's not a lot of you that do review, they really bright up my day!

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It was the next day she saw Sherlock Holmes again, not by choice but more because they ran out of a detention class which, if you count guess, was against the rules, resulting in another longer detention and a letter home to their parents. Molly had admitted to defeat but Sherlock, however, was having none of it.

"Molly didn't do anything sir! I just dragged her along, afraid she'd squeal on me to you!" he lied to the teacher, the fourteen year old crossing his arms in determination.

"And why would you tell the truth, William?" he asked with a snarl, using Sherlock's first name causing him to scowl back.

"Do you really think a little teachers pet like her would run off with a boy like me? For a maths teacher you really are stupid, Samuel," Sherlock spat, using the teachers first name in return with a small smirk.

Mr. Mauler growled, grabbing the boy by his arm and dragging him away from the room, "Molly you are dismissed," he told her as he went.

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Molly couldn't help but think about what Sherlock had done for her as she went through the rest of the day. He could have just let her take another detention but he took the blame and got in even more trouble than he was in originally. She decided when she saw him again that she'd thank him.

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Molly actually didn't see him until the end of the day, hanging out with John Watson. Or more he was hanging out with him briefly until John left with Mary, leaving Sherlock alone. She approached him.

"Hey!" Molly said cheerily as she grew near, causing him to smile back.

"Hey.."

"I came to say thank you.. For taking the blame.. you didn't have to do that," she thanked him with a smile.

"No it's fine. It was my idea to run off and you didn't deserve the first detention in the first place.. You were only trying to split up a fight.." Sherlock shrugged.

"You knew about that?" she asked, confused.

"I didn't know, I observed," he stated as if it was obvious.

"Still Sherlock.. Thank you.." She told him, standing there hesitantly there for a moment before going onto her tiptoes and placing a small kiss on his lips.

The kiss was much softer and shorter than the one behind the bike sheds but it held more sentiment in it. It meant more.

Molly then quickly darted away, knowing her father would be waiting to pick her up. She couldn't believe she kissed him again, and this time she was the one that kissed him, not the other way around. This was starting to become a habit from her, kissing boys and running away.

Sherlock's smile became a grin as he watched her run away, not even noticing his brother come up behind him until he smacked the back of his head.

"Mycroft!" he exclaimed, rubbing where he hit him as he stared up at the twenty one year old who just glared at him, beginning to lead him to his car.

"Sentiment is a chemical found on the losing side, little brother," he said, looking back at him, "Caring is a disadvantage."

"But she's different Myc!" Sherlock told him, frowning heavily as he looked up at Mycroft, "She's smart! She's nice! I've fawned after her since I first transferred here!"

"Caring is a disadvantage, Sherlock," Mycroft repeated with a hiss, crouching down so he was the same height as him, "Don't become another teenage stereotype. Don't become like them," he growled at him before straightening and climbing in the car, "And don't call me Myc!"

"Yes, brother.." he sighed, getting in the car. His brother was right. Caring was a disadvantage, he shouldn't care for people, he didn't. Except from Molly.

Why was she so special?