Year 9
Molly Hooper sat staring at her maths book with her best friends Anna and Catharine.
"It's no use" Molly told her "I'll never get it" Anna shook her head at Molly her ginger fringe getting in her face.
"I don't understand why you don't ask Sherlock" Anna told her "He gets it better than I do" Molly looked down again at her maths book determined not to talk about it.
"Because whenever she ends up studying with him she always ends up staring at him the whole time" Catharine told Anna in a stage whisper.
"Shut up" Molly told her she could feel her face going bright red
"You like him" Anna said joining in on the teasing and giggling.
"No I… No I don't" Molly lied "He's really weird and, and a freak and that thing he does where he 'deduces' you that's just weird, and hes so annoying and mean. I mean would it hurt him to say thank you now and again, god…" Molly stopped and looked at her friends faces, they looked shocked, but weren't looking at her instead they were looking behind her.
"You left your Jumper and my house last night" Sherlock told her curtly handing her a faded grey jumper. He then span on his heels and walked off at a brisk pace. Just as he did the bell went.
"Sherlock wait!" Molly yelled and began to run after him, her jumper stuffed in her bag.
"Go away!" Sherlock told her
"No!"
"Caring is not an advantage" Sherlock told no one in particular Molly chased him all the way out of the school and out to the river that ran nearby.
She slowly edged up to the hunched over boy. The rushing water did little to drown out the sobbing coming from him, it was weird hearing them coming from a boy who was usually so unemotional.
"Sherlock I'm sorry" Molly told him "I just don't like teasing"
"You don't mind when I do it" Sherlock said still sobbing "Or at least I thought you didn't"
"No Sherlock I don't I'm so, so sorry"
"Me to" Sherlock said calming down "I know that I'm not the nicest person but I just thought that maybe… I finally had a friend"
"I am you friend" Molly reassured him "All friends get mad at each other sometimes like that time I got mad at Catharine for… well that's not worth getting into again" She smiled weakly at him.
"I got you a present" He said "It's in your jumper" Molly opened up the bag and shook her jumper to find a neatly wrapped parcel inside. Carefully she unwrapped it and found a necklace she had been looking at when she went into town with Anna.
"How did you?"
"I was told I should have gotten you a birthday present" Sherlock shrugged
"Who told you that?"
"Mycroft"
"Sherlock it was my birthday a month ago" Molly told him amused
"Yes but I didn't get you anything, and Mycroft said I should and he's always right so I called Anna and asked her what you'd like and she told me this so" He pointed at it "Here it is" Molly laughed while putting it on. She pulled Sherlock into an awkward hug. Awkward because Sherlock just hung there limp. But for once Molly didn't care, after all how could you expect Sherlock to be that sweet in one day?