Chapter 14

                                    

                                          
Luke's Pov
To say I was shocked and confused would be an understatement.
I mean, you would be the same if your friend/crush just ran away without saying anything.
I honestly don't know what happened. I really don't.
Everything was fine. We were wandering around the store, looking at clothes, trying to see if there was something we wanted.
I didn't see anything that I'd want to buy, but I knew Stiles did.
Trust me, the look in his eyes was enough for me to know that he saw something he liked.
The way his eyes brightened when he saw the particular item almost made me coo at him.
I was going to ask him what it was and offer to pay for it, but I caught him staring at something.
Or, rather, someone.
He had been staring at some guy, a hot older guy, that was kissing who I assume was his girlfriend.
They were by the shoe aisle while we were still by the clothes.
The look on Stiles's face honestly broke my heart.
He looked so heartbroken, so angry, so betrayed and so...so damn sad.
It got worse when tears began streaming down his face.
I tried to ask him what was wrong but he had ignored me. He turned around and bolted out of there as fast as he could.
I glanced at the couple one last time before bolting out of there too, wanting to find Stiles.
I had to ask what was wrong, I just had to know what happened.
And I had to be there for him and comfort him to the best of my ability.
I hate seeing him cry. I really do.
I searched the entire store before I went to the bathroom. He had to be there since he wasn't anywhere else.
As soon as I entered the bathroom I made sure to lock the door. I don't want anyone disturbing us.
I walked further inside, ready to check all the stalls, only to stop dead in my tracks at the sight in front of me.
There he was. Stiles was right there.
He was sitting on the ground with his back leaning against the wall, hugging his knees to his chest, his head buried in said knees.
His shoulders were shaking, he was crying, and I could hear small whimpers coming from him.
Oh god...
Just seeing him like this makes my heart ache in so many ways.
I slowly made my way towards him, careful not to startle him, and slowly slid down so I was sitting next to him.
I crossed my legs together, that way I was sitting criss cross on the ground, and slowly turned my head to look at Stiles.
I slowly lifted my hand, ready to place my hand on his shoulder, only to hesitate so now it was hovering over his shoulder.
What should I do?
What do I say?
I've never been one to comfort people, it's never been something I'm good at.
But...I don't want to seem like an asshole and not ask him what's wrong, ask him if there's anything I can do to make him feel better.
I'm certainly not going to just get up and leave him alone.