“Umm.. For being late? Also what stealing thing are you talking about exactly??” Stiles inquired as he took the hoodie from her, his tone utterly confused.
She pulled up the original texts, turning her wrist to show him her phone screen. “This one? Where you accused me of stealing your hoodie — which smells of dog by the way — for no good reason?”
It didn’t actually smell of dog, it smelled of Stiles, which she kind of liked. But she wasn’t telling him that.