Tyler rubbed at his jaw and nose, looking up and then blinking. "Stiles? What the hell?"

"Oh cut the crap. I saw what you were doing. Who the hell do you think you are!" he was shouting, and would have probably gone to throw another punch if his father hadn't appeared and grabbed Stiles' arm with one hand, his other around his son's waist.

"Stiles! Calm down," John ordered.

"Calm down? This asshole moves here for Cora and yet he's making out with the first hot blonde he sees in the park? You're lucky I'm not ripping him apart!" He struggled against his father.

Tyler stood up, just blinking as his nose healed itself. "Who the hell told you I was moving in with Cora?"