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.
“Ohh, that’s a good plan. I need nerve with Stiles, I’m pretty sure he still doesn’t even notice me … ” She really wanted to ask but was afraid she wouldn’t be able to get the words out when she was there. “Ok. How about this. I’ll ask Stiles if you ask Isaac.” She grinned at Summer, hoping that she would be able to actually go through with this.
“Ooooh, I take it all back, you are a horrible person, Erica,” Summer teased. “How am I supposed to say no to that? You are a dirty cheater. Fine. I will,” it became hard to get the words out past the butterflies in her throat, “I will tell Isaac it’s me and ask him to prom. But not this minute.”
“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.”