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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.

“I wouldn’t put it that way,” Summer said slowly, turning her cup around. “I find that a lot of people can’t keep up with me. I think too fast for them, I suppose. It’s not that they’re stupid, exactly, just not as smart as I am. But being around them is annoying.” She offered Stiles a wry smile. “That’s really arrogant of me, I know.”

There was no need to mention that stupid people were a lot pushier with their emotions, no matter how much they told themselves they were controlled. Some things Summer didn’t talk about to strangers, even really cute and kissable strangers.

He nodded, sort of understanding her. “Being around people who aren’t exactly as smart as I am is annoying, too, I guess. I mean,” He laughed, thinking of the many times Scott had been annoying to him. “My best friend     kind of doesn’t get it a lot. Takes him like five minutes to understand me.”

“Yes, exactly. I just get so tired of explaining myself over and over in six different ways. I’d rather be around people who get where my mind goes right away.” She sighed. “But there just aren’t that many — and looking for kindred spirits is a pain in the ass, really.”

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iamthefirechild:

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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.

“What I meant is like college, university and that.” He scoffed, a joke-like look to his face. “Then why didn’t you go to Stanford?”

“Stanford doesn’t offer the degree I want. Besides,” she shuddered delicately, “there are too many people there. Waaaaay too many people.”

He raised a dark brow. “So, what you’re telling me is that you don’t like people?” Because Stiles was exactly the same way.

“I wouldn’t put it that way,” Summer said slowly, turning her cup around. “I find that a lot of people can’t keep up with me. I think too fast for them, I suppose. It’s not that they’re stupid, exactly, just not as smart as I am. But being around them is annoying.” She offered Stiles a wry smile. “That’s really arrogant of me, I know.”

There was no need to mention that stupid people were a lot pushier with their emotions, no matter how much they told themselves they were controlled. Some things Summer didn’t talk about to strangers, even really cute and kissable strangers.

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iamthefirechild:

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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.

“Have you always wanted to go to big schools?” he asked her, a smile still held on his lips.

“What does that even mean? Beacon Hills is hardly a big school. I could have gone to Stanford or something.” She rolled her eyes.

“What I meant is like college, university and that.” He scoffed, a joke-like look to his face. “Then why didn’t you go to Stanford?”

“Stanford doesn’t offer the degree I want. Besides,” she shuddered delicately, “there are too many people there. Waaaaay too many people.”

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iamthefirechild:

thenogitsuneandstiles:

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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.

He grinned back at her, finishing his entire cup of coffee and setting the cup down, checking his watch, then to the half-asleep girl at the counter. “I am so not going to school tomorrow. I thought today was Saturday. Oops?”

She covered her face again and laughed until she couldn’t breathe. “Stiles. Oh, my god. Today was definitely not Saturday. I’m just glad I don’t have class til one tomorrow.”

“Have you always wanted to go to big schools?” he asked her, a smile still held on his lips.

“What does that even mean? Beacon Hills is hardly a big school. I could have gone to Stanford or something.” She rolled her eyes.

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iamthefirechild:

thenogitsuneandstiles:

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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.

“Seriously? You seemed pretty skilled at it.” He lightly chuckled, taking yet another sip of his coffee. He already seemed more awake than before.

Summer sucked in a breath and let it out in a hitched sigh. “I got a lot of practise for a couple months. It’s been a while, I’m glad for the compliment. I could stand to practise some more.” She grinned at him over the rim of her cup.

He grinned back at her, finishing his entire cup of coffee and setting the cup down, checking his watch, then to the half-asleep girl at the counter. “I am so not going to school tomorrow. I thought today was Saturday. Oops?”

She covered her face again and laughed until she couldn’t breathe. “Stiles. Oh, my god. Today was definitely not Saturday. I’m just glad I don’t have class til one tomorrow.”

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iamthefirechild:

thenogitsuneandstiles:

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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.

Stiles resisted the urge to choke. He was trying not to think of Lydia because he’d get all gloomy, and now he was reminded that he was seemingly never going to get Lydia’s attention. “Yes, because I’ve only been kissed four times in my life. One time being my dearest mother on the cheek.”

She lifted her eyebrows at him. “You’re doing better than I did. I didn’t have my first kiss until I got to college.”

“Seriously? You seemed pretty skilled at it.” He lightly chuckled, taking yet another sip of his coffee. He already seemed more awake than before.

Summer sucked in a breath and let it out in a hitched sigh. “I got a lot of practise for a couple months. It’s been a while, I’m glad for the compliment. I could stand to practise some more.” She grinned at him over the rim of her cup.

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iamthefirechild:

thenogitsuneandstiles:

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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.

He nodded, keeping his grin while he did. It had just come to him that Summer was at least a year older than him; but he tossed that thought away, as it didn’t seem to matter all that much. “Okay, okay. But, on a scale of 1- freaking amazing, that would be a freaking amazing.”

Summer had to laugh, and ventured to tease, “Even though I’m not the girl you’re in love with?”

Stiles resisted the urge to choke. He was trying not to think of Lydia because he’d get all gloomy, and now he was reminded that he was seemingly never going to get Lydia’s attention. “Yes, because I’ve only been kissed four times in my life. One time being my dearest mother on the cheek.”

She lifted her eyebrows at him. “You’re doing better than I did. I didn’t have my first kiss until I got to college.”

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iamthefirechild:

thenogitsuneandstiles:

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.

Stiles raised a brow, and was just about to ask her how she knew the feeling, but he thought better of it, giving her an empathetic smile. “It totally sucks. What about you, Summer? All I know is that we share a mutual feeling and your name is Summer. Also, you’re very good at holding people to walls.” He laughed, taking a sip of his coffee afterwards.

She put her hands over her face. “You weren’t resisting very hard,” she shot back, slightly muffled. “Well, I go to Beacon Hills University. I’m a sophomore. I have a twin sister, who is back home in North Carolina.” Giving a shrug, she added, “That’s about it.”

Well, if you left out being stalked by her one and only ex and being able to sense other people’s emotions.

He nodded, keeping his grin while he did. It had just come to him that Summer was at least a year older than him; but he tossed that thought away, as it didn’t seem to matter all that much. “Okay, okay. But, on a scale of 1- freaking amazing, that would be a freaking amazing.”

Summer had to laugh, and ventured to tease, “Even though I’m not the girl you’re in love with?”