She stares at him, shocked. “You don’t have to take any Standards? That’s not fair. I still have to take maths and history.” She makes a disgusted face. “I /wanted/ to take combat arts, but nooooo. And I still have to — well,” she cuts herself off, “maybe I do still need it, after today, but I don’t think it’s fair that I have to keep taking psychic training. I want to take some fun classes.”
“I mean, I do, but it’s…not stuff I like talking about, it’s boring,” Stiles says in reply, looking at her with those shining eyes of his. Honestly, he hates talking about those subjects, they’re things he could care less about. When it came to his power, though, that was something that really mattered to him. It was funny how easily his opinion could change on something so simple.
Summer’s gaze flicks to his and as quickly away. It’s hard to meet his eyes when he’s passionate about something; she feels like she could fall in and not come out. “History wouldn’t be so bad if it was my choice.” She ponders for a second, then glances at the door and leans closer to him. “I’m just really curious about your power. What it’s like.”