Oh my god was right. Jim's hands immediately covered his ears at the loud clatter that echoed sharply in the kitchen. So much for crowned king, this guy was more like the village fool. And that was fine, it made him all the more entertaining.

"Wanna grill me up a burger while you're back there, pal?" he joked from the door frame leading into the massive kitchen. Frankly, he wasn't too worried about the situation; it seemed like Stiles had done this sort of thing before. Whatever was edible right out of the fridge or cabinets he'd find and then they'd be off.

Or at least that was what he assumed. The click of heels against the linoleum was enough to wipe the smile off Jim's face. One of his priorities was keeping a low profile, and uhhh that wouldn't be the case if he got sent to detention on the first day. There were worse people he had to report to than one irate principal. So, he got moving, running into the kitchen right behind Stiles.

"Someone's coming!" Jim grabbed the guy from behind and shuffled him effortlessly down the room and behind a steel counter to hide.