"For what it's worth I'm not peeved by it, just confused."

"This is good. Teachers liking you for inexplicable reasons is better than some other options." 

They arrive in the locker room.

Coach is there, saying "hustle" until it loses all meaning.

How delightful. Well, practice they will.

Practice!

Jackson is in goal for this practice.

He blocks most of the incoming shots until Ade comes up.

Ade is good! Ade is not too good, or suspiciously good. Merely good.

Annoyingly good, but not suspiciously so.

Jackson remains confident that he can score.

Yep, and the goal is to win tomorrow, right?

Sure, sure. Everyone should be at their best.

Jackson says something vaguely insulting about Stiles' gracefulness in the locker room afterwards.

Stiles suggests he do something unsanitary and painful involving a household tool.

"Nice hustle out there, boys. I want to see the same thing tomorrow. Go...what's our mascot? Go Beacon Hills!"

He thinks it'd be kinda hot to watch Stiles and Jackson together. He informs Stiles of this.

"He's not my type, and please repeat that whenever you see him. Also, please consider making out with me in the back of my car. Pros: you get to make out with me, cons: none."

"I'd love to make out with you in the back of your car. What's your type?"

"Not arrogant about the size of his wallet? He's not even arrogant about the size of other things, at least that I could put up with for the relevant timeframe. You're arrogant about less things, and better ones. Very refreshing, 10/10 would recommend."

Ade, meet Jeep. 

"Think I should be arrogant about the size of my things, too?"

"We can experiment. Find a balance, you know?"

They should theoretically leave the school parking lot before they get started. Public decency and all that.

Stiles is a bit over-eager.

Ade: cares so little. They can make out, and Stiles can have indirect evidence of the size of Ade's things.

In which case, they'll take the opportunity to get to know each other. 

Several times. 

Well Stiles has already had more direct, hands-on knowledge, so to speak, but this is still very nice.

There are probably other things to do. Plans of some kind. He can't really recall.

Are there? Even with Ade's hands slipping between cloth and skin?

He's easily distracted, but Ade is good at getting his attention.

"Attention," is that what the kids are calling it these days?

He's not calling it anything, he's a bit occupied.