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.
“I wouldn’t put it that way,” Summer said slowly, turning her cup around. “I find that a lot of people can’t keep up with me. I think too fast for them, I suppose. It’s not that they’re stupid, exactly, just not as smart as I am. But being around them is annoying.” She offered Stiles a wry smile. “That’s really arrogant of me, I know.”
There was no need to mention that stupid people were a lot pushier with their emotions, no matter how much they told themselves they were controlled. Some things Summer didn’t talk about to strangers, even really cute and kissable strangers.
He nodded, sort of understanding her. “Being around people who aren’t exactly as smart as I am is annoying, too, I guess. I mean,” He laughed, thinking of the many times Scott had been annoying to him. “My best friend
kind of doesn’t get it a lot. Takes him like five minutes to understand me.”
“Yes, exactly. I just get so tired of explaining myself over and over in six different ways. I’d rather be around people who get where my mind goes right away.” She sighed. “But there just aren’t that many — and looking for kindred spirits is a pain in the ass, really.”