Stiles and Clayton
It was tempting. Clay could easily have set the stage, and after pretending Stiles was his favorite person in the world, he could go in for the kill. And while he had hugged Stiles just to annoy him, and maybe to give everyone else a shock, he was trying not to hate the kid for the things that had happened in the past.
So, no. Stiles would not be dying today, unless he keeled over from the shock of Clay being nice to him. "What? You don't believe me? That hurts, Stiles." Clay clapped his hands over his heart. "I'm wounded here."