I'm not even sure how things developed to bring us here. I feel like I've been through some weird Back To The Future crap. The last ten minutes had become a blur and seemed like they hadn't actually happened. Part of me expects Biff to jump out and call me a chicken.

One second Molly was on the floor looking close to tears and now she's sat across from me in this café like nothing happened back there in the park.

As I didn't know the situation, I don't breath a word - other than when ordering.

Even though the place was cheap, I ordered the least expensive meal possible. No doubt, Molly would notice if I brought a starter and then she'd probably realise I'm tight on funds.

Maybe that wouldn't have been too bad an idea, actually... It gives her even more reasons to not date me again. Not that I'm trying to suggest Molly is a gold digger or anything. But the less date worthy I seem, the less she'll think another date is a good idea (as if the part where I nearly assaulted her wasn't enough reason to not date me).

Throughout ordering the meals and them arriving, Molly also remains silent. She's just kind of staring at the bubbles in her lemonade as they rise in the liquid. That's probably her way of avoiding eye contact. I can't blame her.

I was about to open my mouth to apologise, which I had yet to do, when the meals arrive and are place in front of us. I know, slap on the wrist for me for not saying sorry yet. I mean, who pushes a girl over on a date and doesn't say sorry or help her up? Oh, right. Me.

When the waitress disappears, I look back to Molly. She's started eating. But she's lost that enthusiasm she had earlier and even though I mocked it, I kinda miss it now.

"Molly, I can't begin to tell you how bloody sorry I am..."

Molly finally looks up at me and the expression on her face is enough to make me shrink back a little. Obviously, I knew from school that Molly wasn't all sunshine and rainbows and did occasionally allow her temper to flare... but right now she looks like she's going to eat me. And not in the good, pleasurable way.

"I don't want you to say sorry. I want you to explain the flip that was." Her tone felt like a slap.

I can't help it when I smile at the way Molly avoided swearing. She hated it, for some reason. Hey, that's another thing that shows we shouldn't be dating. My swearing could make a sailor blush.

Swallowing the smile and filing my thoughts away, I meet Molly's eyes. Unlike before, I now had a reason to explain the whole hatred of physical contact thing.

"For as long as I remember.. I've hated being touched. Skin on skin... The idea of it makes me cringe. I really, really hate it. So when someone touches me.. I don't have much control over what I do until I get them off me. I don't feel right until there's no contact between me and anyone." I take a moment to pause and look at Molly. Her anger is plummeting.

I hesitate to continue but I didn't need to because suddenly, a smile lights up Molly's face and she shakes her head fondly. "You idiot, you should have told me. Anything else I need to know?"

Hm, yeah Jim, is there anything else she needs to know? Some sick voice mocks inside my head. No surprise that it was my own voice, being a dick.

What was I suppose to say?

An honest answer would probably go something like: Oh, sorry for not mentioning like earlier but I'm gay. I like boys. I'm a flaming homosexual, baby. Also, let's not forget I have the hots for our new French teacher because c'mon, did you see the arse on that guy? Not to mention that fucking purple shirt that looked like the buttons would pop off with every single exhale.

Instead of the truth, because I doubted that answer would mean that Molly stayed my friend, I just shake my head with a small smile.

Molly returns the smile and we go back to eating, the atmosphere a ton less tense and a whole lot nicer now. We make conversation like we did in the park and Molly was actually talking about some kind of interesting things now - like the boy who got his eyebrows blown off in her chemistry class and had to be rushed to hospital for third degree burns.

I only hoped that it wasn't once again too soon for me to start thinking this could actually be a nice evening. That is, if I act like I didn't find six dildos in my brother's room and like I didn't attack my date.

But then, of course, she just has to bring up the one subject I wanted to avoid: Mr Hot-arse sexy-as-fuck Holmes.

"So... How do you feel about our new French teacher?"

Well, my dear Molly, I'm sexually frustrated his sex god body and the sound of his voice makes me drool, but I couldn't tell Molly that. Wait I didn't just say that out loud, did I?

I stop my train of thought to look at the brunette girl who was my date. After seeing her neutral expression I sighed with relief. It's annoying how careless I can get, there have been so many occasions when I speak without realising it, thank god this wasn't one of those times. Right I should probably give her an answer now. But what do I say...?

"He's alright." I shrugged.

"You think? The majority of girls in our class won't shut up about him." Molly rolled her eyes as the last sentence left her lips.

"What do you mean?"

"I thought it was obvious? They all keep talking about how 'attractive' he is. I even heard rumours that Sally tried to hook up with him."

After hearing that, I felt a pain in my chest.

"Personally, though, I don't see the appeal in him..." The small girl had mumbled, looking at me whilst her cheeks turned pink.

I think that she did see the appeal, but because she's too nice for her own good she wouldn't say that to someone she is on a date with. It's not a crime for her to find someone attractive. I doubt there is a single person out there who can honestly say they only find an individual person attractive.

Mr Holmes may currently be a the top of my 'To Do' list but that doesn't mean he is the only guy I look at and think is damn sexy.

"It makes sense, though" I shrug. "I mean, he's the youngest male teacher - hell, probably the youngest teacher - in the school. So it makes sense that a ton of students start fancying him. After him, Mr Watson, the English teacher, has to be the youngest teacher and he's at least seven or eight years older than Mr Holmes"

Molly nods. "Yeah. I guess I see what you mean. I just prefer guys my own age, I guess" She adds the last bit with a smile aimed at me.

Okay. Down girl.

No need for flirty smiles like that.

I quickly shovelling food into my mouth so I don't have to reply to that. Molly chuckles a little, apparently taking my actions as a sign of embarrassment rather than awkwardness/uncomfortableness.

This really isn't working out for me, is it?

"Wait. Hold up" I murmur, suddenly. "Did you say Sally was trying to hook up with him? I know she's a bit of a tart but... Jesus. She doesn't even take French?!"

Molly frowns at me. "Why are you so bother?"

Because it should be me.

"Because this guy's probably a decent enough teacher to get us through until Ms Hudson gets back. If he screws around with a student, he'll lose his job and God knows who we'll get as a teacher then!" I throw my arms up a little, not sure if I was also subconsciously worried about what I was actually saying as opposed to my initial thoughts.

My initial thoughts confuse me as it is. I don't even know this guy, even if he is hot as hell. So why am I think that I want to hook up with him.

Because you do want to.

Stupid smart-arse internal voice...

Molly shrugs. "You'll be fine for the Oral Exam, Jim. I know you're worried about it but so is everyone else"

"What? I wasn't talking about the Exam..."

"I know. But I can't tell your frustration about that is rattling you up even more with this idea of losing another teacher" She gives me a small smile, as if she was sad for me.

Right. It's that frustration. Not sexual. Nope. No sexual frustration over her. None at all.

In the end, I just nod. "Yeah. I am worried about the Oral Exam" I admit with a sigh, leaning onto my palm and scooping more of the food in front of me onto the fork.