Summer rolls her eyes. “One question. Fine. What classes are you taking this year?” She huffs a little, and gnaws on her lip, watching him with level green eyes. “Except last period, I know what you’re taking then.”
“Mostly stuff to help me improve with my brain, y’know?” Stiles says, being vague, but only because he knows she won’t understand the details. He taps on his temple, looking at her while he does this. He can’t help himself.
She stares at him, shocked. “You don’t have to take any Standards? That’s not fair. I still have to take maths and history.” She makes a disgusted face. “I /wanted/ to take combat arts, but nooooo. And I still have to — well,” she cuts herself off, “maybe I do still need it, after today, but I don’t think it’s fair that I have to keep taking psychic training. I want to take some fun classes.”