thenogitsuneandstiles-deactivat:
Stiles was slammed against the wall, the fiery red headed girl he didn’t even know the name of smashing her lips to his. How had he ended up here? He didn’t know. He remembered being angry that Lydia had dissed him (once again) and walking into a bar, talking to a cute girl, they had danced after a few drinks…
And now he was up against a wall, their bodies pressed together, lips molding into each others and somehow, he loved it. Because he wasn’t worrying, or even caring frankly, about the other red head who had consumed him. Right now, at least, he probably wouldn’t know who she was if she walked up to him.
“Seriously? You seemed pretty skilled at it.” He lightly chuckled, taking yet another sip of his coffee. He already seemed more awake than before.
Summer sucked in a breath and let it out in a hitched sigh. “I got a lot of practise for a couple months. It’s been a while, I’m glad for the compliment. I could stand to practise some more.” She grinned at him over the rim of her cup.
He grinned back at her, finishing his entire cup of coffee and setting the cup down, checking his watch, then to the half-asleep girl at the counter. “I am so not going to school tomorrow. I thought today was Saturday. Oops?”
She covered her face again and laughed until she couldn’t breathe. “Stiles. Oh, my god. Today was definitely not Saturday. I’m just glad I don’t have class til one tomorrow.”