There Is Nothing Wrong With Me

This is Definitely A Collusion

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.