Summer Reight was a troublemaker. A rascal, even; she was a magnet for mischief. And you just so happened to be one of her closest friends.

When Summer wants to skip a class, she'll beg and plead. Ask all your friends, go through them all; maude june always says no, no matter the situation. Beth shakes her head, and makes a comment about how she should stop skipping all her classes if she wants to stay smart. Bonnie's already skipping, and can't be found. Luca and Brody tell her their mother would have their heads if they got caught skipping again, and Vance just snorts and makes a comment about how he wouldn't want to be seen in public with her. Idiot.

Then there's you. With just the right amount of reassurance, bribery and charm, you'll agree to skip your math class and venture out into the outside world and train around sandcrest cove with summer by your side. Right now, you two sit at the beach (you're supposed to be sitting in a maths class, listening to your teacher drone on and on with another 40 minutes still left of class.)

Summers soaking up the sun, not minding the sand that finds its way into her shorts and her shirt, up her sleeves and down her socks. She's having fun, as the two of you share and ice cream cone. "Isn't this so much better than being stuck in some stupid math class, like a nerd?" She smiles, cheekily, a hand coming up to cover her eyes from the sun as she looks over at you, sitting beside her with the ice cream cone in your hand.