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.
“How can he ask you to prom if he doesn’t know that you’re in the same school? But that’s really sweet how much you know about each other without even knowing who you are.” Erica let out a laugh at Summer’s suggestion and poked her back. “Ha. Yeah. I could never work up the nerve to ask Stiles..”
“No, see, that was not the point. If he asked me I think I would pass out, right on his feet. And then crawl in a hole. I want to see if he asks anyone else, and then if he doesn’t I — maybe I will ask him. What kind of nerve do you need to ask Stiles? Seriously.”
“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.”