Stiles & Elena
It had been a complete surprise to him when Elena had come up to him at the party, seemingly upset, pulling him aside and telling him that she had broken up with Damon and was hurt and upset but putting up a brave front for Jeremy, the party was for him, after all. Stiles had been stunned and had been about to ask what he could do to help when Elena had put her hand on his arm and leaned into whisper quietly to him, telling him about feelings and not wanting to regret and if he felt the same way to meet her on the beach in thirty minutes, a mile or so away from the house for privacy. Of course he had no idea it wasn't really Elena, as he'd never formally met Katherine before, which was why he had headed out to the beach awhile later and none the wiser.
Now, though, he was pacing back and forth, nervous and running a million things through his head, wondering why they had broken up. Was it the vampire thing? Had she found out whatever secret Damon had wanted to keep? Stiles' crush on Elena had snuck up on him, not having realized he'd felt anything until he'd heard about her parents and his desperate want to help her, to cheer her up. Just another in a long line of crushes and unrequited feelings. He was still trying to get over Derek, after all. So he'd accepted the crush for what it was.
Except now. Now there might be a chance, a slim one at that. Yeah, yeah okay, he was totally going to go for it. And hope Damon didn't strangle him for going after his ex-girlfriend. So he waited, checking the time on his phone every few minutes.