A/N: So this was originally a one shot, and then I thought of this, so I continued. I don't know if I will continue or not, I will decide if inspiration comes or not what I'll do.

Stiles set his paper on his desk as his window slid open. A cold breeze fluttered in, and another body was added to the room. He continued to look at his work, skimming through the lines to try to see what, exactly, earned him a B. You have an excellent voice, Stiles, and your evidence is good, but I'd like to see you stay on topic was written at the end in Ms. Blake's girly font. He frowned, his eyes narrowing on the words, before he whipped around and glared hatefully at Derek.

"This is your fault," He muttered, holding the paper out towards him accusingly. Derek blinked from where he sat on Stiles' bed, having moved while Stiles was preoccupied.

"What?" He asked, his head moving to the side slightly.

Stiles rolled his eyes. How could he not know? "This grade. You broke Ms. Blake's heart, and now she's giving everyone grades lower than they deserve."

Derek returned Stiles' glare with his own. "That's not true, and you know it, Stiles. A B isn't a bad grade."

His mouth fell open as he stared at the man in front of him. "I don't study for hours to get a B, Derek."

"You don't study at all." Stiles crossed his arms. How would Derek know if he studied or not? It's not like they were friends. And why was he even here?

"You need to go fix her, Derek. She actually cried today. We were talking about Romeo and Juliet, and true love, and how that fits into the real world, and she just burst into tears. Ugly, giant tears. There was snot and everything, dude. Not exactly her most attractive moment, and I probably shouldn't be telling you this, because I want you to go bone her and now this is what you're going to be thinking about." He ran his fingers through his hair angrily, then his eyes widened, a thought suddenly popping into his head. "No, I don't mean you'll be thinking about me. Don't do that. Think about her, but attractive, smart her, and not sobbing her."

Derek stared at him. "Are you done yet?"

He didn't dare open his mouth, because he feared his word vomit would continue, and he'd already splashed Derek with it, no need to go for round two. Instead, he nodded.

"I'm not going to sleep with Jennifer. Never again." Derek actually looked fearful as the words left his lips.

Stiles couldn't help it. He opened his mouth and said, "That bad, huh?"

"She wasn't bad-" Derek cleared his throat. "I am not talking about this with you. I'm here to ask you to do some research for me."

Stiles groaned, but turned towards the computer, his fingers hovering over the keys. "What are ya looking for?" He felt Derek move closer, the other man now hovering over his shoulder.

"I need to know where the nearest lake is." His voice was inches from his ear, deep and smooth, and Stiles almost didn't catch what he said, he was too startled by how close it was. When the words finally caught up to his brain, he jerked, his mind flashing to every possible thing Derek could use a lake to do.

"No. No. Absolutely not," Stiles chanted, shaking his head. Derek shuffled back, his eyebrows inching together. "You're going to drown somebody, aren't you? And since the latest thing to tickle your fear bone was Ms. Blake, I'm guessing you're going to drown her. I will not be an accomplice."

Amusement flashed in Derek's eyes. "Tickle my fear bone?" He mused, before turning hard again. "I'm not going to drown her, although I wish she'd stop with the 'What did I do?' text messages. It's annoying, and raising my phone bill."

"Unlimited texting is the way to go, dude." Stiles held up his phone.

"I need you to show me where the nearest lake is, because I think it's the source of some of the supernatural activity," Derek continued, as if Stiles hadn't just commercial ad him.

Stiles shook his head again, his neck cracking. "Just go to the library."

"Why would I go to the library when I have a perfectly good human to do it for me?" Stiles froze, his eyes closing to slits, as he turned around once again.

"I will not be a victim to your racism!" He yelled, throwing his fist in the air. Derek sighed, looking at Stiles as if he was the biggest idiot he had ever met. "And did you just call me 'perfectly good'? Aw Derek, I'm blushing."

"Just do the damn research for me, Stiles." Derek's eyes turned a deep red, and Stiles grinned.

"Only if you agree to call Ms. Blake so I can get an A." Derek ran a hand through his dark locks then, his face torn.

"Stiles," He said, but Stiles just raised an eyebrow. "Dammit. Fine."

Stiles blinked in surprise. Did Derek just say yes? Was the world ending? Were there pigs soaring in the sky outside his window? Was Hell becoming a snowy wasteland?

Derek moved to his window. "Call me when you have the location." And he left.