“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?
He blows air out of his cheeks. She was desperate to know him, but that wasn’t the thing that was bothering him. The thing that was nipping at his side was the simple fact that the other suddenly seemed so interested. It was like a desperate need had washed over her and that wondered Stiles. He looked at her curiously in the eyes, attempting not to fidget or move around like an idiot because of the fact he was slightly uncomfortable. “Well, can you narrow down on one question? That’ll help me.”
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.”