“Summer! Summer, what?” He asked, matching her tone. He grinned, to make it known that he was teasing.
“Is that how it works? I mean, do you guys really think about things like that?” When she thought about calling Isaac, it was like a pit formed in her stomach, heavy wth fear. He’d seemed so nice, so genuine and sweet and trustable, but she didn’t trust her memories. What if he regretted following Helios? What if he resented the way she’d butted into his life, promising to fix his phobia?
Stiles sighed as he regarded his friend. He felt a weight of guilt for making her feel like she couldn’t approach another guy. He knew he was probably being too self-centered, this was supposed to be about Summer… and Isaac. “I can honestly tell you that I can remember the exact moment I met my long time crush. And that was 8 years ago, Summer.”
“That assumes that he likes me back,” she muttered, bitterness rising in her throat. “What if — what if Jesse is right, and I’m just not — I don’t deserve … what if I’m not good enough?” She rubbed her hands over her face and took another deep breath. “No, sorry, skip that. Ignore me. I’ll — I’ll text him tonight. After I get back from the library.”