Erica couldn’t help but to laugh as Summer smacked straight into a lamp post. “Oh my god, are you ok?” She was giggling as she walked over to her and put her arms around her shoulder.
“Shhhh!” She tried to clamp a hand over Erica’s mouth. “Shhh! He doesn’t know. He doesn’t know it’s me. Okay? Nobody knows it’s me. I thought you liked him.”
“Why doesn’t he know it’s you? You thought I liked him? Hello? I’ve only had a thing for Stiles since the third grade … Isaac’s more like a dorky older brother to me … why doesn’t he know it’s you?”
“Erica!” Summer wailed. “Shhhh someone might hear you!” Though who, she didn’t know. It was just embarrassing, for no reason. “He doesn’t know it’s me because I haven’t told him! It’s a secret IM name I got just to talk to him. I don’t want him to know.”
“Why don’t you want him to know, Summer? You don’t think he would like you if he knew it was you? He totally would. But I suppose the secrecy must be kinda sexy.” She grinned at her.
She blew out a breath. “Nobody ever liked me back at my old school, okay, Erica? I don’t want to take the risk. I don’t want him to laugh at me with my pitiful little hopes.” Summer shrugged uncomfortably. “Why would anyone ever look at me with you there, anyway? You’re lots prettier and more exciting than I am.”