“Seriously? You took my backup lacrosse jersey? That’s the only one I’ve got!”

Stiles was pacing in front of you, fuming. You had a thing for borrowing his clothes without permission, but in your defence, you always return them….sooner or later.

You crossed your arms, a smug grin on your face. “Yeah, and now it’s mine. I don’t get what the big deal is?”

“The big deal? It’s my jersey!” he snapped.