Stiles was late for his chemistry class. He was tripping over his own feet and bumping into other students as he tried to organize his stuff for the first subject that morning while rushing nervously to class. Stiles had slept in this morning and barely even managed to eat a breakfast. And just as he thought about breakfast, he completely ran into someone else. Both of their stuff fell out of their hands and onto the ground, papers and books and pencil cases. Stiles rubs his head in agony.