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.
He nodded, although he could feel the awkward tension he had created himself. Maybe he could flip it, ask her something else. But of course, Stiles is clearly not that smooth. “You sound like you know the feeling,” he commented. Maybe they had something in common?
“Oh, yes.” Her laugh was bitter. She took another sip from her chocolate, trying to wash the taste out of her mouth. Of course he would touch on the exact memories she was running away from. “It’s very familiar.” She made a gesture at herself, indicating her total undesirability.
Stiles raised a brow, and was just about to ask her how she knew the feeling, but he thought better of it, giving her an empathetic smile. “It totally sucks. What about you, Summer? All I know is that we share a mutual feeling and your name is Summer. Also, you’re very good at holding people to walls.” He laughed, taking a sip of his coffee afterwards.
She put her hands over her face. “You weren’t resisting very hard,” she shot back, slightly muffled. “Well, I go to Beacon Hills University. I’m a sophomore. I have a twin sister, who is back home in North Carolina.” Giving a shrug, she added, “That’s about it.”
Well, if you left out being stalked by her one and only ex and being able to sense other people’s emotions.