“Stiles … ” she sighs. “You’re missing the point. On purpose. Fine.” She huffs and flops down on the bed again. “Tell me about you. What you like. What you’re studying. Your family.”
He was obviously missing the point so when she asks all those questions, he looks at her with interest. “But…don’t you know most of that stuff already? We’re friends, I…tell you things, y’know?”
“Sure,” she mutters, “we’re friends, and I haven’t seen you all summer, and the only class I know you’re taking is the one we happen to have together. So catch me up.” She doesn’t bother to remind him that they’d drifted apart a little over the last couple years, and even then mostly been at-school friends anyway. It’s just not worth the effort. She knows why she doesn’t want him to leave — but why the hell is he so insistent on staying?