So he waited until after class, darting out of the classroom before anyone else just to be sure he could get a private conversation in with the woman of the hour. And there she was, sauntering along with her giggling friends, god he hated approaching girls, and of course, there was that miserable redhead, walking along with her. However he had to do this, for John! So Sherlock walked very quickly over to the pack of girls, all huddling around Molly's locker and trying to get more information in. Sherlock stood on the outskirts of the pack, reaching across the many shoulders of the shorter girls to tap Molly on the shoulder. She spun around with a laugh, as if expecting one of her friends or one of her past boyfriends to be standing there, bugging her, however the whole pack fell silent when they saw that it was Sherlock who stood rather awkwardly beside them.
"Sherlock, what do you want?" Molly asked in a tone that was a bit more aggressive than she had anticipated. Sherlock was quiet for a moment, rather clamming up while all of these anticipating girl's eyes were focused so intently on him.
"Molly, sorry, I was just...wondering if could talk to you?" Sherlock muttered, feeling very awkward. Surely she was going to refuse, why on earth would she dare talk to such a freak such as....
"Ya sure." She agreed with a smile. Sherlock was a little bit taken aback at her eagerness; however she simply smiled and pushed through her crowd of friends. God, she was annoyingly nice.
"Oh, okay." Sherlock agreed with a rather confused look to him, following Molly away to one of the rather deserted hallways. She bounced around, looking very happy to finally let him take advantage of her niceness, and stared at him very hopefully, waiting for him to begin.
"So what do you need? I'm happy to help with anything, you know, hair, fashion, boy problems..." she muttered almost hopefully, raising an eyebrow as if Sherlock's homosexuality was a little joke they had. However he just stood there in confusion, trying to decide how to begin.
"You mentioned that you were going on a double date, with Greg Lestrade and his friend?" Sherlock started. Molly just laughed, her smile stretching so wide Sherlock thought it looked almost painful.
"Well yes I am, do you know him? You must, he went to Wisteria around the time..."
"No I don't care about Greg, he's nice, but who was his friend? It's very important that I know." Sherlock said almost too eagerly, cutting off Molly's sentence abruptly. She thought for a moment, her brown eyes staring at the ceiling and her blue painted nail tapping against her chin.
"Mike something...Mike Stamford! He's going out with Sarah." Molly said finally. Sherlock breathed a sigh of relief, and obviously the smile that erupted back onto his lips was noticeable, because Molly just laughed once more.
"Oh don't tell me..." she said with a presumptuous wink. Sherlock tried to force the smile of relief off of his face, but he couldn't help it, he giggled, oh God why did he have to giggle!
"No it's not...I mean, well..." Sherlock stammered, trying to clear the air while practically bursting to brag about his new crush to someone.
"Oh come on Sherlock, I won't tell!" Molly promised anxiously.
"You're the gossip queen; of course you're going to tell." Sherlock insisted in a small voice.
"Not if your freedom is at stake! I wouldn't risk you getting arrested Sherlock, I want to help, honestly." Molly assured, taking a very serious stance all while hugging her pink fluffy notebook to her chest.
"Well I mean...if you wanted to help me, maybe you could help me get in touch with Greg?" Sherlock wondered hopefully, finally allowing himself to smile a tiny hopeful smile at the promise of some sort of interaction with John. Molly just smiled excitedly, nodding so vigorously and so anxiously that Sherlock was worried her ponytail might fall off. 

 John POV: John waited a long while for Greg to finally return from Mrs. Hudson's office. He hadn't been invited, of course, in fact Mrs. Hudson wasn't even in there, but that solitude was precisely what he needed for this type of mission. They weren't allowed phones in Wisteria, at least the students weren't, however every night, when Mrs. Hudson leaves her office to go do bed check, her office door is left open, unlocked, and unguarded, and in there was a nice very workable phone, on which the social lives of most all the boys depended. John waited in agony for Greg to return from the phone, because he knew that even though Mrs. Hudson was out of her office she would be at their room soon, and if she caught Greg out of bed she might get suspicious. In all the years Greg has been here he hadn't been caught once, but all it took was one suspicion before Mrs. Hudson locked up her office for good, and they would be cut off entirely from the outside world. John simply sat against his headboard, scrawling down a makeshift essay for English about a book he had neglected to read, turning through the pages carefully to try to find some sort of workable quotes that would fit into this atrocity of a paper. He was starting to hear knocks, faint knocks at that, however it meant Mrs. Hudson was approaching, she was working her way down the hallway...And finally Greg rushed in, shutting the door and locking it sharply, heaving for breath as if he had just made a mad sprint down the hallway to avoid detection. 

"Good news Johnny Boy!" he exclaimed excitedly, dashing over to his bed and leaping on it so that he sprawled about the blankets, looking like a complete fool. John just groaned, Greg's definition of good news was always so distorted from John's, and with a smile this big on Greg's face he was sure that whatever he had planned was going to get them in trouble.
"Who you writing to?" Greg wondered, craning his neck for a moment to try to peak over at whatever John's pencil was scrawling against.
"Mr. Franklin." John snapped. "It's my English essay." Greg sighed, as if he were hoping John would be writing to his pen pal or something.
"Oh, well, back to me." Greg muttered with a new air of enthusiasm, sitting up on his bed cross legged. John was on the edge of his seat, he was sure this was going to be sooo exciting.
"You know how tomorrow night I'm going to the drive in with Molly? And we're using her car? And Mike's coming too?" Greg asked, probing John with questions before getting to the point. John just sighed; it was be difficult to forget such a fact when Greg was constantly drilling it into his head every moment he got.
"Yes Greg, I remember." John assured, frowning when realizing just how lonely he was.
"Well you're coming too!" Greg exclaimed, practically bouncing on his bed in excitement. John squinted suspiciously, not believing that Greg had just invited him to third, no, fifth wheel!
"That's a horrible idea Greg; I don't want to sit in the back of Molly's car while you two make out in the front seat." John insisted with a grimace of disgust.
"No John, her friend is coming along, and you're going to go with them!" Greg debated. John groaned even louder, oh well that's great, a pity blind date, with one of Molly's friends...probably her most unattractive friend as well. This was just John's luck, treated like a sad, lonely boy who couldn't even get a date for himself.
"Am I supposed to thank you?" John wondered miserably, closing his book and throwing it onto the dresser with a scowl.
"Well ya, of course you are! Now you're not alone on a Friday night!" Greg insisted, looking at John as if he were still waiting for the applause to break out.
"Greg I've got homework to do, it's not like I can go parade around on Friday with some girl I've never met..."
"You've met her John, I assure you." Greg said with a knowing little giggle. Obviously there was another part of this story, some part that Greg found especially amusing. John, however, didn't find Greg's lack of humor to be funny, he found it annoying. Surely Greg had set him up with some repulsive girl, and found it really funny to watch John get his hopes up for some sort of princess.
"Oh I do know her then, how? Who is she?" John wondered with a scowl. Greg just let loose another giggle, interrupted by the pounding on their door.
"Go to bed!" Screeched Mrs. Hudson from the hallway as she made her rounds, and instead of doing as they were told, John and Greg simply turned off their lights and continued their conversation.
"She was at the dance, that's all I'll tell you." Greg said with a grin. John sighed heavily, not quite sure if Greg's amusement was a good thing or a bad thing at this point.
"Alright, she was at the dance, is that all I get to know?" John wondered with a frown.
"Yes, I just told you that John, you need to listen more." Greg insisted in a very teacher like manner. John just groaned, burying himself under his blankets to try to cut away the chilly breeze that was seeping through the cracks in their window.
"Besides, rugby starts next week, and I don't want to be exhausted from your frolicking about." John insisted with a frown.
"Hey John, just trust me, alright, this one time. Come along and you'll be thanking me afterwards, I guarantee it." Greg whispered. John just frowned, rolling over in bed to see a little crumpled ball of paper sitting on his nightstand, the same piece of paper that had been pressed into his palm all those days ago. Suddenly the desperate face of Sherlock Holmes formed from the moonlight, and he saw those carved cheekbones, those bright green eyes, no. Sherlock was something of a spirit by now, a mystical creature that walked the earth not for John's amusement but for his own. Their paths were unlikely to meet again, however John was sure that maybe one letter wouldn't go amiss. Besides, maybe Sherlock was waiting for him to write, maybe he was anxious...
"You're thinking about him." Greg interrupted in a sort of sing song whisper. John just scowled, beginning to deny it when he realized that the address was unfolded in his hands, held up to his face so that he could read the letters scrawled there in pen by his white, beautiful hand. So he just threw the letter to the end table once more, rolling over so that he faced the wall.
"Shut up." John snapped defensively, not liking it when Greg made his own assumptions.
"Trust me John, just trust me." Greg pleaded, and thankfully those were his last words for that night. 

 Friday crept along miserably, of course as most Fridays do. It's always that breath of relief to be at the end of the week, waking up and knowing that you have two whole days of freedom ahead, it's a wonderful feeling indeed however John never anticipates the actual school day. Friday, no matter how beautiful connotation the word, always turns out to be a brutal day in the classroom, homework, tests, and professors that seem to try to make the best day of the week into the worst. And of course, through the drawing lectures and the three part exams, Greg kept glancing at John out of the corner of his eye, as if he had a secret that John couldn't know about. It was becoming increasingly annoying, Greg wanted John to be inquisitive, excited, he wanted him to ask about his mystery date. However John couldn't care less. He was sure that whatever 'date' he was forced upon would just sit in his passenger seat, too awkward to even talk, and they would simply watch the movie and go home. He never had time to bond with this girl, so how on earth did Greg expect it to work out to anything except maybe an occasional glance across the steering wheel, or passing along the bag of popcorn? However Greg seemed to be completely excited, as if Joh's mystery date was going to be the most fun he's had since he broke out the last time. So John trusted him, like he told him to, at least he trusted him enough not to be paired with an old croon who wore shirts three sizes too big with unicorns and rainbows plastered along the front. Knowing John's luck, it'll be Molly Hooper's mother or something, come to make sure her daughter wasn't sitting too closely. Classes came and went, and when finally the final bell rang they all scrambled to their rooms. Most opened up their textbooks, anxious to get their work finished while the material was still fresh in their heads, but John and Greg simply longed on the beds, waiting for Mike to come over with his smuggled cigarettes. 

"I'm so excited! I'm sure I failed the geography exam, but who even cares I mean...I'm going to see Molly Hooper tonight!" Greg exclaimed, smiling so widely and practically bouncing up and down on his blankets.
"Ya, oh me too, I'm bursting. Remind me again, who am I seeing?" John wondered, trying to get Greg to slip out a name or something that would give him a clue. Greg had said that John knew his mystery date, and yet he couldn't think of a single person he had met at that dance...or at least not a friend of Molly's.
"You'll find out, and I assure you John, you'll have the time of your life. You're going to thank me so much afterwards, who knows John, maybe you'll even have your first kiss!" Greg exclaimed with a squeal of excitement.
"Greg shut up!" John growled, grabbing whatever was in his reach, this time conveniently being a pillow, and chucking it across the room. Greg simply caught it harmlessly and tossed it back, chuckling all the same.
"You have had your first kiss, right John?" he wondered. John just frowned, looking at Greg in pure annoyance.
"Yes of course I've had my first kiss Greg! I'm not a hermit!" John exclaimed in disgust. Greg simply held his hands up in defense, obviously thinking that this was a perfectly innocent question even though he had made John tell the story of his first girlfriend and all of that a million or so times.
"Sometimes I have to wonder John, I mean; you did say you had homework. Maybe you can bring that and do chemistry while she watches the movie. Certainly romantic." Greg muttered with a scowl.
"Oh shut up!" John whined, plopping down on his mattress since his pillow was now lying down next to his feet, and he certainly wasn't in any mood to crawl all the way down there to retrieve it. Thankfully Mike's arrival interrupted whatever sort of pity party they were having, and they were able to talk and smoke peacefully. Greg and Mike just talked about their girlfriends, an extremely boring subject for a single lad, and so John simply puffed on his stale cigarette and looked over his geography homework, not terribly interested in starting it now, but just for future reference. He knew the plan was basically the same as the night of the dance, sneak out the window on the makeshift rope once bed check was finished, race off into the night, and meet the girls at the drive through. They all had their own cars, that had been assured, so that way no one either had to sit on the grass or sit in the backseat. Either way would be plenty awkward, and certainly would lack privacy. John could only hope that his blind date, whoever she was, would talk to him a little bit. He couldn't bear sitting alone in the car with a girl who wouldn't say a word, especially if he was meant to pretend to watch a movie. It was some sort of horror movie, honestly no one had told him more than that, they could only go on and on about their smooth moves and their pickup lines. John almost pitied the girls, they had no idea what type of trap they were walking into, but they were probably talking just as extensively over at Lauriston, bragging to all their friends that they were dating rich kids from Wisteria. They really did think highly of the boys over here, even though they definitely knew nothing about the true nature of the 'classy rich boys'. If only those poor public school girls knew what really happened around here, the pranks, the sneaking out, the cheating, sleeping, and gossiping that could eat a kid alive in seconds! It was all hidden, of course, behind banners and ties and GPA's, however anyone who had passed through these halls knows that there was something a lot more interesting to these Wisteria boys, something more interesting than their grades at least.