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.
“How can he ask you to prom if he doesn’t know that you’re in the same school? But that’s really sweet how much you know about each other without even knowing who you are.” Erica let out a laugh at Summer’s suggestion and poked her back. “Ha. Yeah. I could never work up the nerve to ask Stiles..”
“No, see, that was not the point. If he asked me I think I would pass out, right on his feet. And then crawl in a hole. I want to see if he asks anyone else, and then if he doesn’t I — maybe I will ask him. What kind of nerve do you need to ask Stiles? Seriously.”
“Ohh, that’s a good plan. I need nerve with Stiles, I’m pretty sure he still doesn’t even notice me … ” She really wanted to ask but was afraid she wouldn’t be able to get the words out when she was there. “Ok. How about this. I’ll ask Stiles if you ask Isaac.” She grinned at Summer, hoping that she would be able to actually go through with this.
“Ooooh, I take it all back, you are a horrible person, Erica,” Summer teased. “How am I supposed to say no to that? You are a dirty cheater. Fine. I will,” it became hard to get the words out past the butterflies in her throat, “I will tell Isaac it’s me and ask him to prom. But not this minute.”
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.
“Ahh prom. Every girl’s dream and nightmare. Oh god, I’m not going to have a date … again.” She let out a small sigh as she hugged Summer back. “That’s fair enough, you take your time, but does he know that you’re someone from his school?”
“He knows that I like him, and that I can see him, and that I know where he lives. He knows about the books I like to read and my poetry and going to conventions.” She sighed and looked down at her hands. “He doesn’t know we’re in the same school.” Summer poked Erica in the side with an elbow. “Why don’t you ask Stiles?”
“How can he ask you to prom if he doesn’t know that you’re in the same school? But that’s really sweet how much you know about each other without even knowing who you are.” Erica let out a laugh at Summer’s suggestion and poked her back. “Ha. Yeah. I could never work up the nerve to ask Stiles..”
“No, see, that was not the point. If he asked me I think I would pass out, right on his feet. And then crawl in a hole. I want to see if he asks anyone else, and then if he doesn’t I — maybe I will ask him. What kind of nerve do you need to ask Stiles? Seriously.”
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.
“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.”
“That is true. But I think he’d really like you, you don’t need to worry about it. Isaac’s not the kind of guy who would tease you or judge you, he’s a really good guy, which I’m sure you know.” She smiled over at Summer and tried to reassure her. “Summer, you’re gorgeous and amazing, Isaac would be lucky to be with you.”
Summer shook her head and laughed helplessly. “You are an amazing friend, Erica. There aren’t that many girls who are like you.” She hugged the blonde sideways. “I’m just not ready yet for him to know it’s me. I — I want to see if he asks someone to prom first.”
“Ahh prom. Every girl’s dream and nightmare. Oh god, I’m not going to have a date … again.” She let out a small sigh as she hugged Summer back. “That’s fair enough, you take your time, but does he know that you’re someone from his school?”
“He knows that I like him, and that I can see him, and that I know where he lives. He knows about the books I like to read and my poetry and going to conventions.” She sighed and looked down at her hands. “He doesn’t know we’re in the same school.” Summer poked Erica in the side with an elbow. “Why don’t you ask Stiles?”
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.”
“That is true. But I think he’d really like you, you don’t need to worry about it. Isaac’s not the kind of guy who would tease you or judge you, he’s a really good guy, which I’m sure you know.” She smiled over at Summer and tried to reassure her. “Summer, you’re gorgeous and amazing, Isaac would be lucky to be with you.”
Summer shook her head and laughed helplessly. “You are an amazing friend, Erica. There aren’t that many girls who are like you.” She hugged the blonde sideways. “I’m just not ready yet for him to know it’s me. I — I want to see if he asks someone to prom first.”
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.”
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.
“Why don’t you want him to know, Summer? You don’t think he would like you if he knew it was you? He totally would. But I suppose the secrecy must be kinda sexy.” She grinned at her.
She blew out a breath. “Nobody ever liked me back at my old school, okay, Erica? I don’t want to take the risk. I don’t want him to laugh at me with my pitiful little hopes.” Summer shrugged uncomfortably. “Why would anyone ever look at me with you there, anyway? You’re lots prettier and more exciting than I am.”
“Hey, Summer, you didn’t see me before I got wolfed up. Nobody liked or even noticed me. And even now, the one guy that I want to notice me still won’t.” She let out a small sigh as she gave Summer a half smile. “I know Isaac and he would never laugh at you, if he likes you I think you should go for it.”
“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?”
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.
“Shhhh!” She tried to clamp a hand over Erica’s mouth. “Shhh! He doesn’t know. He doesn’t know it’s me. Okay? Nobody knows it’s me. I thought you liked him.”
“Why doesn’t he know it’s you? You thought I liked him? Hello? I’ve only had a thing for Stiles since the third grade … Isaac’s more like a dorky older brother to me … why doesn’t he know it’s you?”
“Erica!” Summer wailed. “Shhhh someone might hear you!” Though who, she didn’t know. It was just embarrassing, for no reason. “He doesn’t know it’s me because I haven’t told him! It’s a secret IM name I got just to talk to him. I don’t want him to know.”
“Why don’t you want him to know, Summer? You don’t think he would like you if he knew it was you? He totally would. But I suppose the secrecy must be kinda sexy.” She grinned at her.
She blew out a breath. “Nobody ever liked me back at my old school, okay, Erica? I don’t want to take the risk. I don’t want him to laugh at me with my pitiful little hopes.” Summer shrugged uncomfortably. “Why would anyone ever look at me with you there, anyway? You’re lots prettier and more exciting than I am.”
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.
“Shhhh!” She tried to clamp a hand over Erica’s mouth. “Shhh! He doesn’t know. He doesn’t know it’s me. Okay? Nobody knows it’s me. I thought you liked him.”
“Why doesn’t he know it’s you? You thought I liked him? Hello? I’ve only had a thing for Stiles since the third grade … Isaac’s more like a dorky older brother to me … why doesn’t he know it’s you?”
“Erica!” Summer wailed. “Shhhh someone might hear you!” Though who, she didn’t know. It was just embarrassing, for no reason. “He doesn’t know it’s me because I haven’t told him! It’s a secret IM name I got just to talk to him. I don’t want him to know.”
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.
“Because, I asked if it was a boy and you said yes..Ok so he’s in our year. Is he…supernatural?” She figured that the answer would be no but she had to ask.
“Argh, I’m so bad at this.” Summer facepalmed briefly. “Yes. Yes he is. I should’ve just told you, because you already know all the right questions to ask.”
Erica scanned her mind through all the possible candidates before she gasped. “Oh my god it’s Isaac! You like Isaac! Aww, that’s so cute. You guys would be so cute together!” Erica was so excited.
“Shhhh!” She tried to clamp a hand over Erica’s mouth. “Shhh! He doesn’t know. He doesn’t know it’s me. Okay? Nobody knows it’s me. I thought you liked him.”
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.
“Hey, no fair. Ok..is he in our year?” She figured this would be a good place to start; she had no idea who Summer even hung out with apart from the pack, and she figured that it couldn’t be someone from the pack.
Summer drawled, “Life’s not fair. Yes.” She grinned again. “What makes you so sure it’s a boy? Maybe I’m a lesbian.”
“Because, I asked if it was a boy and you said yes..Ok so he’s in our year. Is he…supernatural?” She figured that the answer would be no but she had to ask.
“Argh, I’m so bad at this.” Summer facepalmed briefly. “Yes. Yes he is. I should’ve just told you, because you already know all the right questions to ask.”