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“Holy Shit Summer! ” Stiles exclaimed flabbergasted, trailing after the redhead with his mouth open.
“Summer, Wait!”“It was a dare,” she mumbled. She went round a corner and suddenly they were practically alone, out of the main sight of other people. Shoving her hands in her pockets, Summer slowed again, came to a stop, still not looking at him.
“Oh..” Stiles muttered taking an unconscious step back, hurt clear in his deflated whiskey eyes. Summer had kissed him not ‘cause she liked him, but on a stupid dare.
She rocked on her heels, head low and shoulders hunched. “The — yeah. Said if I really liked you I’d kiss you. Said I was too — ” She hunched her shoulders harder. “Too much of a prude.”
“Wait! You like me!? Like like me!? Oh my god,” Stiles replied with wide eyes.
“But why!?”
She couldn’t withdraw into herself more; it was humanly impossible. “You’re just really cute,” she whispered. “And smart, and the way you are on the field … I’m sorry. I know you don’t want — someone like me … confessing … “