"To late!" Stiles said grinning because every teacher knew if they wanted Stiles to do something they would have to order him to do the exact opposite. Stiles always did what he wasn't suppose to do or told to do. And so he tilted his head and stared at Derek as he pictured the older male kissing someone. Someone maybe an inch short, skinnier, with freckles and moles everywhere.
His cheeks started to heat up and Stiles shook his head. "Nope, can't see it."