The next day after school I went to visit Molly with Lestrade in the shop she worked in. It was a beauty product shop and she was working at the cash machine but still had time to talk to us as the shop itself was not busy at the moment.

"And then they have this Burn Book where they write mean things about everyone in our grade," I explained to Molly. I just finished about telling my tale about what happened yesterday at the shopping centre and arriving at James house.

"What does it say about me?" Molly asked, genuinely curious.

I didn't want to tell her the truth as I was afraid of losing Molly as a friend so doing what I thought was right, I lied. "You're not in it,"

Molly turned her head to the right and looked pissed off. "Those bitches,"

"Will this help make my face feel softer?" Lestrade asked, walking up to us with an open tin that had blue liquid in.

Molly raised an eyebrow and said rather quickly. "No," Lestrade looked disappointed and walked back. "John, you've got to steal this book."

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My eyes widened at the suggestion. "No way! I am not stealing anything."

"C'mon, we can publish it and then everyone can see what a bastard James really is!"

"I don't steal," I repeated and Molly snorted in disbelief before Lestrade came back again with another tub.

"That is for your feet!" Molly snatched the tub of Lestrade who looked surprised at Molly's anger. "John, there are two kinds of evil people. People who do evil stuff and people who see evil stuff being done and don't try and stop it."

"Does that mean I'm more likely to oblige to burn that ladies outfit?" Lestrade asked, sounding hopeful and pointing to a woman who we then realized was Mrs. Hudson. "Oh my god that is Mrs. Hudson," He said in horror.

"Oh I love seeing teachers outside of school. It's like seeing a dog walking on it's hind legs," Molly said sarcastically and Lestrade snorted. At this precise moment, Mrs. Hudson turned round and saw us and began to walk over to us.

"Oh hey guys! What's up?" She asked. "I didn't know you worked here," She pointed at Molly.

"Yeah, monitoring beauty products are my talents,"

"Are you shopping?" Lestrade asked, trying to break the awkward tension that was forming between us.

"Oh no, I'm just here with my boyfriend," She pointed to a tall, bearded man with tattoos on his neck who wore a bikers outfit and raised an eyebrow at us with confusion."Joking! Sometimes older people such as me make jokes,"

"My nan takes her wig of when she's drunk," Lestrade said and I couldn't help but snort at the comment.

"Your nan and I have that in common," Mrs. Hudson replied, looking serious. "No actually, I'm just here because I sometimes bar-tend a couple nights a week down at the DJ store near here," She turned to look at me. "I really hope you do join the science team John because we start in a couple of weeks and the team are really hopeful for those jackets,"

"I think I'm going to do it." I grinned and Mrs. Hudson smiled at me.

"You can't join the science team! It's social suicide!" Lestrade blurted out and Mrs. Hudson raised an eyebrow at him.

"Thanks Lestrade," She spoke, nodding her head. "Well...this has been awkward for all of us and I will see you guys tomorrow back at school."

"Bye Mrs. Hudson." I said and Mrs. Hudson gave a slight wave at me before leaving the shop.

"Oh man that was bleak." Molly grimaced. "So, when are you going to see James again?"

Finally I threw my hands in the air in irritation and sighed. "I just can't spy on him anymore Molly. It's weird and it's not right,"

"Come on John! He's never going to find out! I mean it's going to be like our little secret!" She protested. At that moment, my phone rang and it was my sister telling me I had to come home early.

The moment I got home, I did the homework I was meant to do and as soon as I was about to make tea, my home phone rang and I frowned. Who could it be? This is the first time our phone rang and I picked it up.

"Hello?" I asked.

"I know your dirty little secret..." James taunted on the other line.

Oh crap. I am so screwed...what should I do? Apologize and cry? Wait no...I'm not a girl! The best thing for me was to play cool and be a boss. "Secret? What are you talking about?"

"Irene told me that you liked Sherlock Holmes. I mean I don't care if you like him, do whatever the hell you want but let me just tell you something about Sherlock...All Sherlock cares about is his work and his brother. "

I frowned. That's not bad. "Is that bad?"

"But if you like him, I can talk to him if you want." James said hurriedly.

I smiled, butterflies in my stomach at the thought. "Really? You would do that? Nothing embarrassing though right?"

"Oh no trust me..." James drawled. "I know exactly how to play this game." Just as he was about to hang up on me, he asked me something. "But wait, aren't you so mad at Irene for telling me your secret?"

I wasn't mad at Irene, okay maybe I was a bit annoyed at the fact that Irene couldn't keep a secret but I wasn't exactly mad at her. "No," I replied. "Of course not."

"Because if you are, you can tell me. It was a really bitchy thing of her to do."

I hesitated. "Yeah, it was pretty bitchy. I mean I'm not mad, I guess she just likes the attention."

"See Irene? Told you John is not mad at you."

There was another line on the phone, whoa what was happening? This is the new modern day technology I was not familiar with. Boy, I was going to have to take lessons from Molly and Lestrade about this.

"I can't believe you think I like the attention!" Irene whined.

"Ok see you both tomorrow!" With that James hung up and so did Irene.

I stared at the phone in shock. I had survived my first three-way calling attack and I didn't think I was prepared to do anymore.