Stiles ran out of the school, letting out a string of cuss words. He was late. Summer was going to murder him.
“Oh my god I’m so so so sorry!” Stiles apologized as he reached the redhead, giving her his best puppy dog look.
Summer glanced up, shocked. She honestly hadn’t expected him to turn up at all. “Here’s your hoodie,” she said neutrally, pulling it out from under the straps of her backpack. “Which bit are you sorry for? Being late, or the stealing thing?”