"You never told us you were that smart." Mary said to Molly, out of nowhere. They were playing a carnival game. They were throwing darts and trying to hit as many targets as possible in thirty seconds.
"I'm not really that smart." Molly replied, timidly.
"You're in AP Anatomy and AP Chemistry. I would call that smart." Irene said, coming up besides Mary. Mary put the darts down and the three of them began to walk away.
"AP Chemistry?!" Lestrade said from behind them. He was holding some cotton candy in his hand and popcorn.
"and Anatomy?" John said, next to Lestrade with a giant stuffed teddy bear "If I didn't know better I would say you were as smart as Sherlock."
"I really doubt…" Molly tried to say before she was interrupted by a voice next to her.
"I doubt that she is as smart as me." Sherlock said.
"I wasn't trying to say that I…" Molly tried to say.
"Come on, Sherlock. You haven't even talked to her. She could be just like you." Irene sassed.
"Can she deduce?" Sherlock sassed back at her. He was getting irritated. He knew that this girl wasn't as smart as him. Yes, he wasn't actually positive where her intellect did lie, but he knew for certain that she wasn't smarter that he was.
"Why don't you let her try?" Irene said back.
They all turned to look at Molly. She just stared blankly back at them. She wasn't sure what they were waiting for. Sherlock rolled his eyes in frustration and sighed.
"You didn't live even remotely near to this town" He started deducing "You are an only child, your aunt smothers you a lot, but you still love her. One side of your family is very small and rich while the other is large, loud and middle class. You like to spend most of your time alone. You like to read books and you finished one on your way here. You can be shy and you have little confidence in what you can do. Did I miss anything?"
Molly stood there gaping at him. He had gotten everything right and seemed to realize it too. She looked at the others to make sure she wasn't imagining it. To her relief, Irene was rolling her eyes.
"Now that you have shown off, it's her turn" Irene said. She nodded to Molly, trying to encourage her. Molly gave a weak smile and turned to look back at Sherlock. He had a board expression on his face. It took Molly a few moments to let her mind clear and to stop looking at Sherlock physical features. She had a look on concentration.
"You're very smart and you know it" she started slowly. He rolled his eyes. She gulped and kept going. "You try to make it seem like you're smug. I don't think you are. I think you just act like that. It gives you thrills to see people's reactions to you. It makes you feel better about yourself when someone else praises you. You aren't very close with your family because you sort of spat the word when you were talking to me. You try to make people believe that you don't care…" She looked at his eyes. He wasn't trying to show it, but some of what she had said had hit home. The sad, confused look in his eyes made her stop. She was hurting him. He was trying to make it look like he was fine cool and collected, but inside he was screaming.
"But what?" Irene said, breaking Molly's concentration on Sherlock.
"Nothing" Molly said, shaking her head "I probably got all of that wrong, didn't I?" she asked Sherlock, smiling at herself. She was trying very hard to lighten the mood.
"She's smart" he replied to the others, but still looking at Molly. Molly blushed and turned away to see a group of boys coming towards them.
"Who are they?" she asked, pointing them out.
Irene turned around to see what she was looking at and groaned.
"Those are the illustrious group of jocks that take it upon themselves to mock everyone, especially us" She gave a quick glace to Sherlock. Molly turned to see his face darkening and a frown coming into his features.