thenogitsuneandstiles-deactivat:
Stiles was slammed against the wall, the fiery red headed girl he didn’t even know the name of smashing her lips to his. How had he ended up here? He didn’t know. He remembered being angry that Lydia had dissed him (once again) and walking into a bar, talking to a cute girl, they had danced after a few drinks…
And now he was up against a wall, their bodies pressed together, lips molding into each others and somehow, he loved it. Because he wasn’t worrying, or even caring frankly, about the other red head who had consumed him. Right now, at least, he probably wouldn’t know who she was if she walked up to him.
“What I meant is like college, university and that.” He scoffed, a joke-like look to his face. “Then why didn’t you go to Stanford?”
“Stanford doesn’t offer the degree I want. Besides,” she shuddered delicately, “there are too many people there. Waaaaay too many people.”
He raised a dark brow. “So, what you’re telling me is that you don’t like people?” Because Stiles was exactly the same way.
“I wouldn’t put it that way,” Summer said slowly, turning her cup around. “I find that a lot of people can’t keep up with me. I think too fast for them, I suppose. It’s not that they’re stupid, exactly, just not as smart as I am. But being around them is annoying.” She offered Stiles a wry smile. “That’s really arrogant of me, I know.”
There was no need to mention that stupid people were a lot pushier with their emotions, no matter how much they told themselves they were controlled. Some things Summer didn’t talk about to strangers, even really cute and kissable strangers.