Nothing had given Stiles greater delight than someone setting fire to Harris' desk.

Harris had tried to blame him, but having the entire lacrosse team and coach able to vouch for him meant that he got to sit back and watch the fireworks of his least favourite teacher spazzing out.

He was shopping for cooking that night, shoving things into the basket and barely paying attention when he slammed into someone, sending him sprawling and spilling the contents of his basket.

"Mother fu- I'm so so- Peter?"