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Chapter 2

"Are you mad at me?" Stiles asked, following his girlfriend into their house.

"No," Charlotte said.

"Are you upset?" Stiles tried as he followed her through the house.

"Nope," Charlotte said as she walked into their bedroom.

"Frustrated?" Stiles guessed.

"Stiles!" Charlotte exclaimed and turned to face her boyfriend. He was looking at her intently and she could see the guilt in his hazel eyes. Her eyes softened at the sight.

"So you are mad," Stiles sighed. "Please, don't be mad."

"I'm not mad," Charlotte shook her head. "I'm confused."

"About what?" Stiles asked. He watched as she took a seat on the edge of their bed and he leaned against the dresser.

"Why didn't you tell me?" Charlotte quietly asked. "Do you still have feelings for her?"

"What?" Stiles widened his eyes and quickly walked to sit with her on the bed. "Charlotte, no."

"I knew about Lydia but not Malia," Charlotte said. "Why were you hiding it from me?"

"I wasn't hiding it," Stiles insisted. "I knew how nervous you were about meeting everyone that I didn't want to add the pressure. I knew it was going to be hard enough to meet one ex-girlfriend, I didn't want you to be worried about meeting two. I was going to tell you about her, I swear."

"Do you still have feelings for her?" Charlotte asked, almost afraid of his answer. Stiles turned to face her and cupped her face in his hands.

"I'm in love with you and only you," Stiles promised. "What I had with Malia and Lydia is in the past now. I care a lot about the both of them but I'm in love with you. You're the one that I want to be with."

"I love you too," Charlotte whispered.

"I'm sorry I didn't tell you," Stiles apologized.

"Don't apologize," Charlotte shook her head. "I understand why you didn't. No more secrets though, okay?"

"No more secrets," Stiles nodded. He kissed her quickly and then pulled her into his arms. Charlotte rested her chin on his shoulder and held him close. Stiles stared off into the distance as he held his girlfriend close. He knows he said no more secrets but he was not ready to expose her to the supernatural world. He was not ready to take that risk with her.

. . .

"Why don't you just tell her?" Scott shrugged and tossed his best friend a water bottle.

"I don't want to expose her to that life," Stiles said.

"It's not like she's going to get hurt," Scott insisted. "Everything has been quiet for years now."

"That's what worries me," Stiles admitted.

"Plus," Scott ignored his best friend's comment. "She's not supernatural, so it's not like she's going to be a target."

"What if it's one of those, she knew too much situations?" Stiles asked.

"I think you are way overthinking this," Scott said. He dropped onto his best friend's couch and turned to face him. "Charlotte is tough. I think she can handle this."

"I guess," Stiles shrugged.

"How pissed was she when she found out about Malia?" Scott asked, smirking at his best friend.

"She was more upset than pissed," Stiles said.

"Does she at least know about Lydia?" Scott asked.

"Yeah," Stiles nodded. "I told her about Lydia a while ago. She knows the two of us really loved each other but just grew apart as we got older."

"It's good that the two of you were able to remain friends," Scott pointed out.

"Lydia and I have been through way too much to not stay friends," Stiles said. "So, how goes the wedding plans? Has Kira gone crazy bridezilla yet?"

"Kira? Go bridezilla?" Scott laughed. "Now that would be a sight to see."

"Hey," Stiles patted him on the shoulder. "I hear even the calmest of people can go bridezilla."

"Well that is my job to make sure it doesn't happen," Scott said.

"You keep the situation calm? I'd pay to see that," Stiles smirked.

"Oh whatever," Scott rolled his eyes and threw his water bottle at Stiles.

. . .

"Stilinski!" Stiles heard and quickly turned around at the familiar voice.

"Coach!" Stiles exclaimed and walked over to hug his former coach.

"What are you doing?" Coach pulled back and narrowed his eyes. "More importantly, what are you doing here?"

"I was visiting my girlfriend," Stiles said and pointed down the hall at one of the classrooms.

"Girlfriend?" Coach repeated and raised an eyebrow. "You mean McCall?"

"Scott?" Stiles widened his eyes. "No, Coach. Her name is Charlotte."

"You mean Miss Warner?" Coach raised an eyebrow. "That's your girlfriend?"

"That she is," Stiles smiled proudly.

"How did you manage that one?" Coach asked. "She seems far too good for you."

"Thanks Coach," Stiles rolled his eyes.

"Wait a second," Coach narrowed his eyes. "If Charlotte is teaching here, that means you're back for good."

"As a cop nonetheless," Stiles said.

"Oh help us all," Coach groaned. "I feel safer already."

"Oh don't act like you don't have a soft spot for me after all these years," Stiles patted his former coach on the shoulder.

"Goodbye Stilinski," Coach waved a hand in the air and walked in the opposite direction.

"See you around Coach!" Stiles called after him. He laughed to himself once more before walking in the direction of his girlfriend's classroom.

"Stiles," Charlotte widened her eyes in surprise when she saw her boyfriend standing in the doorway. "What are you doing here?"

"Can't a guy surprise his girlfriend for no reason at all?" Stiles raised an eyebrow and walked into the classroom.

"Of course," Charlotte smiled.

"What are you working on?" Stiles asked. He saw a bunch of papers on her desk and she seemed to be deep in thought. He also noticed a picture of the two of them in a frame on the corner of her desk and it caused him to smile.

"Putting the finishing touches on a pop quiz that I'm going to give next period," Charlotte shrugged. "I decided to see what the students remember from last year. I don't want them falling into the sophomore slump and it will help me get an idea of where they all stand."

"Look at you being all teacher like," Stiles teased. He took a seat in one of the desks in front of hers. "It feels so weird being back here."

"I bet it brings back a lot of memories," Charlotte said.

"Yeah," Stiles nodded. Charlotte could see him getting lost in his thoughts and raised an eyebrow.

"You okay over there?" Charlotte asked.

"What?" Stiles blinked back to focus and looked over at his girlfriend. "Yeah, sorry. I felt like I got thrown back in time to high school."

"What was it like growing up here?" Charlotte asked. "You don't really talk about it much."

"Every day felt like an adventure," Stiles admitted. He chose his words carefully and looked around the classroom. "It's like I woke up in the morning and wasn't sure what the day was going to bring for me."

"Well that can be a good thing, right?" Charlotte asked. "A little adventure can be exciting."

"Sure," Stiles nodded. "One of our really good friends lost her life though. Scott's old girlfriend, Allison."

"Was she sick?" Charlotte asked.

"No," Stiles shook his head. "She was stabbed."

"Oh Stiles," Charlotte widened his eyes and moved over to where he was sitting. She sat on the top of the desk and held his hand. "I'm so sorry."

"Being back here just reminds me of those rough times," Stiles said.

"Did they catch the guy who stabbed her?" Charlotte asked. She noticed Stiles shift uncomfortably and raised an eyebrow at him.

"Uh yeah," Stiles nodded. He ran a hand over the back of his neck and then cleared his throat. "Anyway, I was kind of hoping that you would go out with me tonight?"

"What?" Charlotte asked, clearly surprised by his change in subject.

"Would you go out to dinner with me tonight?" Stiles asked.

"Are you asking me out on a date, Stiles Stilinski?" Charlotte asked, a teasing smile filling her face.

"I sure am," Stiles nodded.

"Then I accept," Charlotte smiled wide. They heard the bell ring and Charlotte quickly stood up from the desk. Stiles got up too and leaned forward to kiss his girlfriend.

"I'll see you later," Stiles said.

"Bye," Charlotte waved at him as he left the classroom. She saw her students start to file in the classroom.

"Fair warning," she heard Stiles say. "There's a pop quiz."

"Stiles!" Charlotte exclaimed and she heard his laugh as he walked down the hallway. She rolled her eyes to herself but laughed. She really loved that guy.

. . .

"Hold on," Stiles groaned and then jumped out of the jeep. "Sometimes it likes to just randomly stop like this."

"It wouldn't be the jeep if it didn't," Charlotte laughed.

"Can you grab the duct tape out of the backseat?" Stiles asked.

"Duct tape?" Charlotte repeated. She looked into the back of the car and saw a roll of duct tape on the floor. She quickly grabbed it but asked. "What is the duct tape for?"

"Well how do you think all the pieces stay together?" Stiles asked. He watched as Charlotte got out of the car and made her way over to him.

"A mechanic maybe?" Charlotte raised an eyebrow.

"No way am I trusting a mechanic with my baby," Stiles shook his head furiously. "This jeep is my baby."

"I don't think a mechanic is going to ruin it," Charlotte insisted. "It's kind of their job to fix cars. I think they know what they're doing."

"They are going to tell me that it's time to put her to rest," Stiles said.

"So what is the tape going to do?" Charlotte asked.

"It's just a temporary fix," Stiles said. Charlotte leaned against the car and watched as her boyfriend worked his magic. He looked so concentrated and determined to fix the problem. She had to admit, he kind of looked sexy when he was working on the car. "Are you checking me out?" Stiles snapped her out of her thoughts and raised an eyebrow at her.

"What?" Charlotte blushed and ran her fingers through her hair. "No. I, uh. No."

"It's okay if you were," Stiles smirked. "I don't mind at all."

"Oh stop," Charlotte swatted at his arm and shook her head. Stiles reached out and brushed this thumb across her cheek.

"Oops," Stiles winced.

"What?" Charlotte asked, raising an eyebrow.

"I may have gotten a little grease on your face," Stiles pointed to the spot on her cheek.

"Stiles!" Charlotte exclaimed and then shook her head. "You're lucky I love you."

"Here let me get it," Stiles moved closer and then brushed it away with his now clean hands. "There you go, good as new."

"Thanks," Charlotte smiled sweetly. Stiles stepped forward and pulled her close to him. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and smiled. "My hero."

"What can I say?" Stiles shrugged. "I love you."

"I love you too," Charlotte said before leaning forward and kissing her boyfriend. He pulled her closer as he deepened the kiss and she ran her fingers through his hair.

"Well well, isn't this just a beautiful sight," a familiar voice interrupted the couple's moment. Stiles and Charlotte pulled back before turning to face the voice.

"Derek Hale," Stiles widened his eyes as he pulled back from Charlotte and turned to face him. "Long time no see."

"Have you missed me?" Derek smirked and crossed his arms.