Monkey: Well, originally, this was going to be a oneshot, but I had an idea still in my head and I saw my one reviewer, Reesa Uchiha, asked for a sequel or another chapter, so here it is! Thanks for the review! :D

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Derek Hale couldn't believe his super amazing luck.

Yes, he was being sarcastic.

The heavens would decide to open just as he was halfway across campus with no buildings immediately around him and drop an ocean on him.

Really, it was pouring like the skies had flooded.

He was completely soaked in seconds. Luckily he was done with his last class so he was just heading to the parking garage on the other side of school now.

Emerald eyes saw he was mostly alone in the area of the campus he was currently in with just one or two others running through the hellish rain trying to get to their next class.

It didn't surprise him that for once he didn't have a mob of fans hiding around watching him go everywhere.

Not even they would stand being in knee high water just to spy on him.

Probably.

Hopefully.

He was closing in on the parking garage that luckily wasn't flooded like the one of the other ones and was thankful his Camaro would be at least mostly dry once he got home. Of course the streets were muddy and full of lakes at this point and there were always assholes who went around and drove too fast, spraying the other cars with muddy, disgusting rainwater, but that couldn't be helped.

It took him a little longer than usual to get across campus, but that was because of the water slowing him down. He wished he had an umbrella with him. Or a maybe small boat at this point.

He could see the garage up ahead and that's when the heavens decided they were done punishing the world and the rain stopped.

Derek rolled his eyes and shook his head. "… Of course."

Once he reached the safety of the parking garage, he began peeling off his shirt.

What? It's not like anyone would see him, and he didn't want to be wearing a cold and wet shirt inside his car. It was bad enough he was keeping his pants on.

His car started up smoothly and he figured the rest of the drive would be smooth sailing. He didn't live on campus—he was staying in a large apartment with Lydia, and the commute wasn't too bad, but they couldn't carpool. The only time they could see each other at school was during lunch, and that was only during some days. Lydia had an insane schedule that kept her at school until it was completely dark out with several hours of break in between. Derek's schedule was mostly centered around daylight hours.

And there was no way Derek was going to be staying at school for that long just to carpool with her.

Especially not if he had to hear Lydia complain for several hours about her ruined shoes if she was unlucky enough to have gotten caught in the rain or worse, walking around from building to building while the campus was half flooded today.

He reached a red light by a jeep and came to a slow stop because he wasn't risking anything with the water this high on the streets.

Things just weren't interesting for him anymore. Not at school at least. But Lydia, the woman with the power to control to the world at some point—thank God they were best friends, he didn't know what he would do if he had her as an enemy—convinced him to go to this university with her so they could be college buddies.

Because of course, they didn't see enough of each other at home or at awards or at filming for movies and such.

But she was an awesome friend. And she promised to find someone to hook him up with this year. Last time he tried hooking up with someone, Lydia didn't like his choice from the start and he should've listened to her because the relationship he had with his first girlfriend went to hell really fast.

He sighed.

Maybe this year things would be different.

The light turned green and he lightly stepped on the gas and began to carefully turn the steering wheel to make sure he landed in the right lane with all this dark water sloshing around and making it harder to see, when suddenly he felt something hit his car from the side and he immediately put his foot on the brake.

What the living hell?

He looked over to his right and saw that jeep from before was the culprit. He opened the door. "Are you serious?"

He saw some kid clumsily climb out of the car and rush over to him, asking if he was alright.

No he wasn't alright, his car was just hit! And while it didn't look bad, the damages were at least a dent and scratched paint.

Damn, that would cost him.

He stepped out of the car, temporarily forgetting his state of dress or lack thereof, and looked around with distaste. More traffic. And the cars passing them? Yeah, they would occasionally splash a bit of water on them.

He asked the kid how he could hit his car and the kid, who looked panicked, started talking about paying for the damages.

"You better, you hit my car!" Derek wasn't sure how many people openly admitted they were the cause of the accident, but either way, both of their insurances were about to go through the roof. If the kid even had insurance on that jeep of his.

"Derek Hale." Huh. So the kid knew of him. It didn't surprise him really, but he was more used to having a lot of his fans being girls, not guys.

"I uh, recognized you, and we go to the same university."

Really? He doesn't remember ever seeing him around before. Or maybe he had and he just didn't pay all that much attention. Lydia always said that was a problem with him.

But this kid, he caught his attention. He wasn't sure why, but he did.

"Oh right, I'm Stiles Stilinski—"

"Your parents named you Stiles?" That… was different.

Derek cut him off after the kid, Stiles, began talking about his odd real name and took his phone. He gave him his phone and looked inside his car for the rest of the information he needed to give him.

"He's the sheriff."

Derek could imagine this conversation wouldn't go well for the kid.

Well, it's not like it mattered to him much.

They traded phones and Derek saw an odd display of different emotions on Stiles' face, all within a matter of moments, going from worry to fear to was that happiness?

What a weird kid.

"You were in a car accident?" Lydia asked as soon as she stepped into the apartment.

Honestly, Derek should've expected her to know everything as always. He looked up from his textbook and sat up straighter on the couch. "Yeah. It was just a minor accident. It'll be in the shop for a day or so. I'll unfortunately have to carpool with someone in the meantime."

"You could carpool with me." Lydia offered, taking off her five inch heels and suddenly becoming really tiny.

"Thanks but no thanks." He smirked and went back to his book, making a quick note for himself in the margins.

"So who hit you?" She walked into the kitchen to grab a small snack before starting her homework later.

"Some kid named Stiles Stilinski."

"He goes to our school."

Derek looked towards where the kitchen was. "How do you know this?"

"Because I know everything."

Ok. Fair enough.

"Did you get caught in the rain?" He asked, shaking his head and closing his book. He still had an essay to write for tomorrow. The accident took too much time. Though it was funny to see that Stiles kid get dragged to his father's car by the ear.

"Yes. Completely ruined my heels." Derek looked at the heels by the door. "Those are the heels I switched into." How did she…?

Right. She knows all.

"Hey, want something to eat?"

Derek opened his laptop. "No thanks."

"Good, because I wasn't going to make you anything."

Derek laughed.

"Dad, did you seriously have to pull my ear in front of Derek Hale?" Stiles whined as soon as they got home.

His dad stared at him. "Stiles, this is serious, you were just in an accident, you could've been hurt." He frowned.

Stiles opened his mouth to retort, but closed it. He sighed. "Look dad, I know, but it wasn't all that serious. No one was hurt."

"Just the cars. Do you know how much his car costs?"

"A lot?"

The Sheriff sat down at the table and Stiles joined him. "Your insurance will skyrocket."

"I know. I'm sorry."

"Son, what were you doing when you hit his car, were you texting?"

"What? No, never! I would never do that!" Stiles assured quickly. His father saw his honesty and nodded.

"So why'd it happen?"

Because he was too busy drooling over the abs of the sexiest man alive?

"I uh, the streets were flooded."

"You drive a jeep."

Stiles stared at his father. "I was… Just distracted. I'm sorry."

The sheriff stared at him long and hard. He finally gave in and nodded with a tired sigh. Stiles felt guilty for putting this stress on his father. "As long as you weren't hurt. Oh, and you're paying for the damages for your car. And Derek's. With your own money."

Stiles' jaw dropped. He understood, but seriously, where on earth would he get that much money from? Stiles was sure Derek's Camaro would need more money than his jeep. "Wasn't you pulling me by the ear in front of Derek enough punishment?"

"Nice try. How about this. I'll pay for your car to get fixed and you worry about paying for Derek's car."

"The more expensive one, thanks dad."

He chuckled. "You're welcome. It'll teach you to pay more attention."

Or less attention, in Stiles' case.

Holy God. Stiles had just hit Derek's car. His very expensive car.

He was going to kill him.

Stiles was going to die a virgin.

As quick as he could, he practically jumped out of his car and into the flooded streets. He hardly paid the muddy water soaking his shoes any attention as he raced to Derek's side. The actor was just stepping out of the car in all his shirtless glory.

"Oh my God I'm so sorry, I wasn't looking where I was going and I—"

"Stiles."

Holy hell. Derek Hale knew his name.

Stiles stared at him for a moment.

A smirk teased Derek's lips. "You want me."

"Ohmygod, yes, I mean, I uh, what?"

Derek didn't mind the water either as he stepped closer to Stiles, reaching a hand out towards his collar and easily pulling him against his shirtless chest. He started lowering his hand to rest just above Stiles' waist.

"Ohmygod." Stiles felt his entire face grow red. Was this for real? "D-Derek?"

"I'd wonder what it would sound like," he leaned closer, and Stiles couldn't even believe there was still space between their faces. He could feel Derek's breath ghosting on his cheeks as he continued bringing Stiles closer until he could whisper in his ear, "when you're screaming my name."

Holy. Shit. This was happening. Here, in the middle of the streets. With water ruining their shoes. With their cars still in the place of the crash.

With sirens heading in their direction.

Derek's hand went even lower. Stiles could feel Derek's body pressed up against him; his wet clothes left little to the imagination. He could feel it. Derek's—

Stiles gasped when Derek's hand teased the bottom of his shirt and lifted it, his fingers cold on Stiles' skin.

A loud whistle tore through Stiles' dream. He raised his head up from the desk and looked around. He was sitting at the back of his class and his teacher was one who blew a whistle at the end of each class.

Damn. It was just a dream.

A good dream though.

He looked down.

Safe.

"Do you ever think Lydia and Derek are together?" Scott asked as the two walked towards the student union. Up ahead they could see the two rulers of the school sitting at a table in the library just talking to each other as they typed away on their laptops.

Allison had a class at the moment which was the only reason Scott wasn't with the royalty.

Stiles liked to tell himself Scott stayed for him. He was about to reply to Scott when they heard an all too familiar scoff.

"You two losers don't know anything as usual. Lydia will soon be in my arms because everyone wants me sooner or later." Jackson came up behind them and shoved them out of the way.

"Dude, Lydia is a goddess passing as a human. She will one day rule the world and make you her slave." Stiles told him. The jock rolled his eyes and walked away from them as he looked for the only guy who would ever tolerate his douchebaggy-self.

Scott quirked a brow at his friend. "Dude, are you sure you're gay?"

"Come on man, we've been over this, I'm not gay, I'm just Derek-sexual."

"Ok. Whatever you say."

"Hey Stiles!" Scott called out from the royalty table. Allison smiled at him.

Lydia tossed her strawberry blonde hair over her shoulder and lightly stabbed a cherry tomato sitting in her salad. "Stiles?"

Derek turned around to look in his direction and Stiles froze. He had been trying to make it through the student union without being seen today.

Thanks a lot, Scott.

Stiles waved awkwardly to Scott and Allison and made to race out of the SU before a voice stopped him.

"Stiles."

Oh, he'd be lying if he said that voice didn't affect him in certain places.

"Uh, hi Derek."

By now, the entire SU was silent and watching their Sex God talk to the Sheriff's son who hit his car.

"Stiles is my best friend since kindergarten! He's also the one that slammed into Derek's car." Scott explained to Lydia excitedly. Allison touched his hand to make him stop talking. Stiles mentally thanked her because Scott obviously couldn't tell Stiles was about to be either humiliated or killed or both.

"Come here."

Stiles barely bit back a squeak.

This was it.

They probably wouldn't find pieces of him after this.

Derek stood up and Stiles noted the small space between them once he reached him. He didn't even get a chance to get his lunch. Those delicious curly fries he'd missed…

He took a step back even though every part of him didn't want to, only because he was still very intimidated by the sexy actor staring at him. Stiles swallowed. "Y-yes?"

"Eight hundred."

Stiles' jaw dropped and a sound that was a mix between a gasp and a squeak came out. "That's—well I mean I get it—but I mean I only hit your door—ok yeah I saw the dent—"

"You also scratched my car." Derek managed to cut in.

"Ok yes, but come on, it was all light damage—my dad already almost killed me for hitting your car—which I'm really really sorry for but you know that because I apologized like a hundred times already—and I know you have the money to have that kind of car but I don't have anywhere near that kind of money to spend—I really need a job—do you know where I can find one?"

Derek stared at him for a second longer after Stiles caught his breath and he blinked. "Do you always talk this much?"

Scott giggled before Allison elbowed him.

That sadist, he was enjoying Stiles' pain!

Well, it's not like Stiles could talk, he did the same to Scott.

"Yeah, pretty much." Stiles finally replied.

Lydia smirked. She had watched the entire exchange with interest. "You do always find the interesting ones, Derek."

He rolled his eyes even though from her angle she couldn't see it. "So? You said you'd pay for the damages."

"Well yeah but I thought it'd be like a few hundred like mine was—"

"My car isn't an ancient jeep."

"Hey! My baby isn't ancient!" Stiles cut that train of thought off quickly. "But yeah, I mean—"

"Can you pay me or not?"

"Uh… Do you take small payments without interest?"

Derek raised a brow. Oh, those eyebrows. They haunted Stiles' dreams at night.

"Here's an idea." Lydia stood up and walked gracefully around the table and stood beside Derek, looking up at Stiles. Stiles knew that if it wasn't for the fact that he was Derek-sexual, he would totally be drooling after Lydia. The way she carried herself with such elegance and confidence gathered everyone's attention. She was tiny, but no one ever saw her without her five inch heels everywhere. She was also beautiful. And terrifyingly smart. Stiles knew from that calculating gaze of hers that he was screwed. She smiled at him. "Why don't you work for Derek until your debt is paid off?"

Stiles gaped at her. Even Derek looked at her with a confused look. She shifted her smile to Derek and seemed to tell him something with just those beautiful eyes of hers. He shook his head once. She raised a brow at him.

Derek sighed and looked back at Stiles. "Well?"

Seriously? He of all people, was being handed a chance on a silver platter to work for the man who haunts his dreams every night? And they seriously thought he wouldn't say yes?

"Uh, sure, why not?"

After all, how bad could this be?

Monkey: So yeah, that's it for now. I don't know if I'm going to continue this or not, I might if I get more ideas lol. What do you guys think? o.o

Thanks for reading!