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.
“Of course not this minute, I’m not planning on talking to Stiles right now.” That was when the deal finally hit her. Shit. “Oh god … I can’t do this Summer, not now, I’m not prepared, I don’t even have a dress and I haven’t talked to him in ages and I … “
“Need to breathe?” Summer suggested. But as usual, someone else’s panic settled her own. “Prom is six weeks off. So we have time. I say, even if we lose our courage and chicken out, let’s still go. We’ll just go together, and everyone else can say what they like. And we can get dresses first, and, and, and I need a trim.”
“Ok, that sounds awesome. I bet everything will be awesome and we’ll get to go with our dream guys and be amazingly happy.” She grinned. Why wouldn’t they say yes? Her and Summer were both awesome and gorgeous. Stiles and Isaac would be lucky to get girls like then. Her confidence was starting to return as she took a deep breath.
“Exactly. And there’s not a damn thing we can do about it today.” Summer nodded her head sharply. “I still want to go to the bookstore today.”