She turns her head and grins at him, face webbed over with a lacing of red hair.
“Summer!” Winter walks up, tidy and fashionable and beautiful as always, and frowning at her twin. “I thought you agreed to go to the nurse if something happened in class.”
Summer blows out a sigh, and says, muffled, “I never agreed to that, y’all just assumed because I didn’t argue.”
Winter rolls her eyes, the same shade of green as her twin’s. “Do you need a lift home, Stiles?” she asks. “Because I’m ready to go, and if you guys don’t come now you’ll have to wait until the club bus takes everyone else home.”
It takes a moment before a stranger approaches the two of them. Stiles doesn’t know of her, but he does know that the two of them are twins. Regardless, the teen listens to their conversation with absent interest until he notices that she’s asking him a question.
“Yeah, totally,” he replies, nodding at her. Honestly, Stiles would drive to school, but he knows his regular car couldn’t do something like that. That being said, he always had to resort to rides or the bus.
“Come on, then,” Winter directs, circling the table to stand in front of them. She holds out her hands, and Summer pulls her backpack over one shoulder and takes her twin’s hand.
“Don”t tell mom,” she says, “okay?”
Winter gives her a ‘don’t be stupid’ look, and snaps her fingers at Stiles. “Come on, Stilinski, the sun is shifting.”