"Oh my god, I'm so sorry. I- she said that she- you had broken up with- oh my god," Stiles rambled, face pale, heart racing in his chest and hands trembling. This is the worst. The absolutely worst. Holy shit. That bitch, that cold-hearted bitch. She'd found out about his crush, that had to have been why.
Stiles flinched a little when she touched him, trying to pull away. "I never- I never would have if I hadn't thought- I'm so sorry." He wanted to look at her, to look her in the eyes but he couldn't. "I'm totally going to be sick. Straight up going to throw up any moment. Oh my god."
He didn't throw up but his breath had begun to come in short gasps, his body trembling as his vision blurred a little. Stiles staggered back a little, hands reaching out for something to balance himself but there was nothing there. Holy shit, he was having a panic attack. He hadn't had one of those in years.