Friends?

Chapter 7

"Stiles-" I reply.

"I think you're really cool too, but-"

"But?" He interupts

At this point I can see his cheecks are burning red.

"I'm not really looking for a realtionship. I just got out of a long and complicated one, and I'm not ready to jump back in. I'm sorry."

His eyes have started to water, but a tear has not slid down his cheek yet. I can sympathize with him becase the same thing happened to me a year ago, and it stings like hell. 

"I'm truly sorry." I say softly.

He's looking at the ground motionless. I'm worried he has frozen forever. I don't know what to do because he doesn't care what the girl who just rejected him has to say. 

At this point we're both staring at the ground silently. I decide to say something because I really care about him.

"It's seriously not your fault. You're perfect. You're definitly boyfriend material, but I'm not ready, and I couldn't possibly ask you to wait for me."

"Is it because of Noah?" Stiles says, his voicing braking.

"Kinda, but not really." 

"It's whatever. We should go." He says on the verge of a breakdown.

My heart drops. I really enjoyed spending time with him, and I didn't want this to end, but I had to suck it up, and go home. 

"Sure, lets head home." I say quietly.

... 

I'm finally home, and Allison is staying over at Scott's so I have the house to myself. I go on my phone to text Stiles. 

I write out "Hey, I'm really sorry about tonight", but I decide against it because I should give him some space. 

I turn off my phone, and head to the living room. I make myself some popcorn, and decide to watch a movie. I pull out the popcorn after the microwave beeps, and I turn on a movie.   

... 

It's the next morning, and I wake up on the couch. The TV screen reads "Are you still watching?". 

This is the only time that feature has been useful. I think to myself. 

Allison texted me that she will be staying at Scott's house studying, and stuff. I get up from the couch and make myself some breakfast. I eat a slice of toast with eggs and spinach. 

As I'm eating I check my phone to see if Stiles had texted me, and I see that he deleted a message that he sent me. My jaw drops when I see this. The only friend that I had here now hates me. I finish my breakfast and decide to go on another run.