love me, hate me, need me, kiss me (A stiles stilinski and Blaze love story)

7. Don't

I walked down a path in the woods listening to music. It had been a week after Stiles said he didn't like me. I still haven't gotten over it.. I can't get over him..i'm in love with him. I sighed trying not to cry. It had been a week of not hanging out with the boys, Scott and..Stiles. I had been avoiding them. I started softly singing the lyrics 'skyscraper by, Demi Lovato.', the song I was listening to. Oh god no not this, not him. I thought seeing Stiles walking towards me down the path I was on. I gulped turning around speed walking away. "Hey!, hey wait!" He shouted. I paused my music taking a deep breath acting fine. I turned to him. "Yes Stiles." I looked at him. "Hey, are you okay, I haven't seen you in a week." He asked, stuffing his hands into his jacket pockets. "Me?, oh yeah i'm fine." I softly smiled. "Oh uh, you sure, it seems like you've been avoiding me and scott, well you wave to Scott not me, did I do something wrong?" Stiles questioned stepping closer. My eyes watched him for a few seconds. "I, I uh gotta go." My voice cracked some. I turned and started walking away. He grabbed my wrist. "Look no, stop I know you heard what I said i'm sorry I'll date you if it makes you happy." He quickly rushed out as he held my wrist a little tighter. I looked at him. "No don't, I don't like you, i'll never like you." My eyes filled with anger as I growled out the words, looking at the shocked look on his face. "Oh uh okay good.." He breathed out. I slowly took my wrist out of his grip. He looked at me the tip of his nose pinkish from the cold. I fixed my warm hoodie then looked away, turning my body straight walking away from him, leaving him heel deep in snow standing alone. I put in my head phones not looking back, each step getting my further from him as Stiles just stood frozen like the lake. He fixed his beanie wiggling his slightly now stuffy nose, hes eyes watery as he turned his back towards my fading figure. He started the trek home, as I did, feeling weirdly empty. He felt something warm run down his cold cheek. He realized he was crying. He went home saying a 'hi' to his dad, walking up stairs taking off his jacket boots and beanie, he went to his room closing the door. "Goodnight dad i'm going to bed love you!" He shouted laying in bed rubbing his face resting his head on the pillow closing his eyes, hands on his stomach, blanket at his waist. Stiles pulled up the blanket laying on his side. He realized something else..he was extremely hurt.. I was too, so hurt I felt like I couldn't breath or speak. I went home, saying goodnight to my mom going to my room, locking the door and laying in my bed covering myself in my blanket, kicking my shoes off and ripping off my jacket. I sniffled laying on my stomach and began to softly cry. " okay, okay..St,stop crying you're f,fine." I whispered to myself, but the
tears didn't stop, and little did I know..Stiles was crying to.