Reasons

Chapter 8: The Girlfriend

I looked back at Sherlock and his eyes were bigger then his erection from our previous activities. I looked back to the girl at the door. She was short and petite with big brown eyes and auburn hair pulled back into a high ponytail.
"You must be John!" She said with a smile, "Sherlock has told me so much about you! I'm-"
"Molly Hooper," I interrupted, the door was only opened a crack so she couldn't see Sherlock rushing to get dressed again.
"I've heard a lot about you as well."
"Good things I hope. So is Sherlock here?" She was up on her tip toes trying to peer into the dorm. I closed the door a little more, but as I did so it was yanked open by a large hand.
"Hello Molly"
"Sherlock!" She jumped up and wrapped her arms around his neck. I walked past them to go put on a fresh shirt just realizing now that I wasn't wearing one. I looked back after, and Molly was still hugging Sherlock tight. I heard her whisper "Do you have a gun or are you just really happy to see me?"
I held back a bitter laugh and sat at my desk, pretending to read.
"What are you doing here? Why arn't you at uni?"
"I had a long weekend and wanted to surprise you!"
"I love the gesture but please call a head next time, John and I have plans tonight." He said coldly. I thought for a moment, we didn't have any plans tonight.
"Well couldn't I just tag along?" The poor girl looked ready to cry, I couldn't take it. When people cry I melt, I always have. It has resulted in this horrible habit to try and make people feel better. I stood up and walked back towards the door.
"Ya know what Sherlock, we can hang out whenever, go have a nice night with your girlfriend."
Sherlock gave me a look but Molly didn't notice.
"That is so sweet of you John! Thank you! But I couldn't just ruin your plans, let's all go! Why don't you bring your girlfriend?"
Sherlock shot me another look out of the corner of my eye.
"I'm currently unattached."
"Oh I'm sorry to hear that, but maybe you will meet someone at the bar tonight." She was almost annoyingly chipper...in a sad sort of way.
"No that's ok, you two have fun."
"Thank you John."
Sherlock looked back and forth between Molly and I like a lost puppy. "I'll see you later!" I nudged Sherlock out the door and closed it before he could tell me to come. I did not want to spend the evening with my boyfriend and his girlfriend. Why did she have to come now though? Couldn't she have waited an hour or a day or forever? She was like a thorn poking and popping mine and Sherlock's happy little bubble.

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After an hour I started regretting sending them off together.
After two hours I was starting to regret not going with them.
After three hours I decided to stop thinking about Sherlock and do some homework.
After four hours I was wondering where the hell they went and why they weren't back yet! Finally at midnight I heard Sherlock come in. I turned in my bed so he couldn't see me, I shouldn't have been mad, I told him to go out, but I couldn't help it.
Whenever I was mad at Sherlock I usually cooled down when he got in bed with me to sleep...but he didn't. I listened for his violin, but heard nothing. I told myself he was probably just thinking and I went to sleep.
The next morning when I woke up, Sherlock still wasn't next to me. This wasn't completely unusual sometimes he didn't sleep for days, but I rolled over to get up and I saw Molly and Sherlock all cuddled up in his bed. I could actually feel my blood boil! I should have realized that when Molly was here they would be sleeping together, of course that's what couples do, but I hated it! I got up, got dressed and left. A few minutes afterwards I got a text from Sherlock:

Where did you go?
-SH

For a walk
-JW

Why?
-SH

Because I wanted to
-JW

You don't usually go on walks.
-SH

What are you talking about we go on walks all the time
-JW