Erica couldn’t help but to laugh as Summer smacked straight into a lamp post. “Oh my god, are you ok?” She was giggling as she walked over to her and put her arms around her shoulder.
“He’s kind of still wound up in Lydia, who is still all about Aiden,” Summer commented, about Stiles. “You see what I mean? He probably likes someone else, and I’m just … I’m not gonna be — I can’t, I just can’t. He knows someone likes him and that’s all it’s gonna be.” She made pretend wolfy claws at Erica. “What the hell was up with that anyway? I don’t even get it. Why should being, you know, bitten make so much difference to you?”
“Hey, I’ve pretty much accepted defeat with Stiles, unless some miracle causes him to actually think about me that way. But I know that Isaac doesn’t like anyone else, he would’ve told me if he did. Come on Summer, you’ve gotta take a risk. The bite gave me more confidence, so I was able to act confident and express myself, basically. Also not worrying about seizures really helped.”
“I already took a risk!” she pointed out. “I’m talking to him, aren’t I? He just doesn’t know it’s me. I don’t want to mess it up. Anyway,” she looked down, gnawing at her lip, “unlike you I don’t get to not worry about convulsions. It’s /me/, Erica. Nobody’s ever going to like me like that.”