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.
Summer took a sip of her drink so she didn’t have to look at Stiles. Awkward. “That really sucks,” she said, finally. “At least you’re friends with her? It’s better than nothing, right? It always sucks to be into someone who just doesn’t even see you at all.”
Was she really giving, basically, relationship advice to the guy she’d just been making out with? How was this her life? Summer made a private bet that she looked like this other girl, somehow. Even when she threw all her normal inhibitions aside, it still ended up like this.
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.