Tears prickled her eyes as she choked out,"I thought we were best friends?" "Were. As in past tense," Stiles rolled his eyes in a bored manner, ignoring the queasy feeling in his stomach. He started walking away from a broken hearted Serena, just because he couldn't handle the expression on her face. "I hate you," Serena whispered. So broken, so fragile. This caused Stiles to stop, tears glistening his own eyes. Swallowing thickly, he closed his eyes and started walking again. "I hate you too."