Sorry! I've been away for a while I've been stressed with the summer. But anyway please forgive me for the chapter below it's un-beta'd. Hopefully nothing happened to my lovely beta. So this chapter will probably be edited in the future. Please enjoy!

Whoever says chemistry is fun is a dirty filthy liar! Chemistry was the purest form of evil there was, like Lord Voldemort type evil! Stiles was in the middle of studying for midterms, and currently wanted to brain himself. He could literally look at the page and the numbers would not make sense to him. He had ADHD for crying out loud not dyslexia! Like seriously what's the difference between a pi and freaking sigma bond. When would he ever have to use this stuff in the real world?

He had pulled an all nighter in the library the night before, and returned next afternoon and currently still in the library till the next morning. At least he wasn't the only one who pulled an all nighter at the library it seemed. When finals hit it was like the library had more business than anywhere else. To be frank, the library turned into a real life Hunger Games due to the fact that people were already on edge from stress and were always fighting for the best spots.

Stiles woke up on his chemistry book, which by then was covered in drool, and was dazed and confused when he shut his eyes. Stiles wished he could have studied back at the dorm but couldn't, because he kept hearing the sounds Scott and Allison's "happy" time and couldn't focus on chemistry. Mrs. Red Bull and most importantly Mr. "Google" are currently filling Scott's position as best friend. Google is the answer to all in college that and Yahoo answers because seriously who understands half the shit in college. Between trying to juggle studying for midterms and working at Chipotle, Stiles was burnt out. He worked so damn much he qualified for food stamps. Do you understand how much you have to work to qualify for food stamps? A freaking lot!

Stiles needed to take a break from midterms in order not to lose his mind and his grades. He needed something stronger and more caffeinated than Red Bull. Stiles decided that he would take a trip to the campus Starbucks; maybe a change of environment would help him focus. As he yawned then scratched himself he gathered his books up and left the building towards the campus' Starbucks. As Stiles stepped outside he couldn't help but admire the university's campus. The campus was located in the middle of the city with many different kinds of people, it was a nice change from the area he grew up in back home. Back at his old high school he attended class with the same kids that he attended kindergarten with, and it was refreshing to see new faces at the university.

When Stiles entered Starbucks his senses was overloaded with the fresh aroma of coffee. Which he gladly inhaled the smells it was a great change from the smell of "prison"… oops he meant Chipotle. Stiles went to Starbucks so often that he had a personalized gold card with his name on it. And if drinking Starbucks everyday made him a basic bitch then so be it the haters could sip their haterade while he sipped on his delicious double shot espresso.

Speaking of which, Stiles realized he should probably get in line and try not to look like a complete psycho sniffing the air as he realized when people began to stare. He loved the atmosphere that Starbucks gave him. He first tried to apply to Starbucks before Chipotle. Stiles in all honesty thought the interview with well, hell the manager had ADHD like him and somehow the interview ended up with them talking about freaking Beyoncé of all things. The manager said she would call him with the results of their interview on Monday but it never came. All well, it worked out for the best even if Chipotle was a shithole their pay grade was better than most places. When Stiles approached the register he already knew what to expect, and as usual when he handed the cashier his card to pay the cashier responded like the rest of them.

"Thank you and have a wonderful day Mr.…. uhhh" fumbled the cashier trying to pronounce his first name.

"Stiles… please just Stiles" he sighed, sparing the cashier from mangling his name.

The cashier looked back at his name in pity then handed him back his card. He looked around for a table, and saw his favorite table in the corner next to the window open. The table provided a view of everything around him that included students and the local residents. Once he had his coffee fix he opened his chemistry book and stayed at Starbucks to study some more. Unfortunately for Stiles, coffee combined with his ADHD made it hard to focus after awhile and he needed to work it off. Usually he did this by going to the gym and just running the extra energy off. Also it was a great way to keep the freshman 15 off because he had seen some of the kids from high school over social media, and they seriously looked like the freshmen 30 ate the freshmen 15. Pulling his phone of out his pocket the clock read 5:45 pm. Perfect still early enough to go to the gym and then go back to study thought Stiles.

Gathering his books and laptop he left to go towards the gym. Honestly he couldn't stand running, but it was a necessary evil. Exercising was made bearable because of his music, without his music and headphones he was pretty sure he would be 40 pounds heavier.

Stiles could say one thing about the University, and it was that they had the best of everything. The gym had the state of the art everything and they also included a little station where students could buy proteins shakes and more. As Stiles entered the building he went through the normal procedure that included him handing over his student id to security and heading towards the locker rooms. Stiles always felt a little uncomfortable in the locker rooms there due to the fact apparently none of the dudes there could grasp the concept of a freaking towel! Literally it was naked dudes everywhere and their junk just flapped around in the air. Just because he was gay did not mean that he wanted to be up on every dude's junk. But sometimes he looked just to compare and he had to say that he would run from the dick in a heartbeat if a dude ever whipped something like one man had out. Stiles was perfectly comfortable with lil Stiles and his two bros, even if he did wear a towel.

Once in the locker room, Stiles avoided eye contact with the others there, and changed into simple black shorts and an old baggy lacrosse t-shirt from high school. Plugging his headphones into his phone he headed to where the treadmill room was located. When Stiles stepped inside he was greeted by the sounds of the machines. It was actually comforting in a sense, because if one thing Stiles couldn't stand it was silence. Jumping on the treadmill he began to run to the gym playlist on his phone.

He had been running for about 20 minute when something out of the corner of his eye caught his attention. Oh hot damn! When did I die, because I KNOW I'm in heaven. thought Stiles as his strides began to falter. He had spotted Derek in the gym talking with a tall African American male and…. Oh shit is that a smile?! Yep definitely dead. He saw Derek approaching the treadmill in front of him as he waved bye to his friend, and thank goodness that he didn't appear to see Stiles. When Derek hopped on the machine and Stiles got a good look at Derek's outfit. Derek had on a dark grey shirt with had slits on both sides with no arms that displayed his sinful abs and biceps, and wore black shorts that appeared to be made of a spandex like material. And all Stiles could think was "Oh. My. Gosh, Look at his butt" which was kind of appropriate because he was listening to Nicki Minaj's Anaconda. Stiles distantly wondered if Derek's "anaconda" would want some of his buns, Stiles thought his buns would be pretty tasty. What snapped Stiles out of his thoughts was the sight of Derek's performance on the treadmill.

What the fuck is he?! The "Terminator" damn! The treadmill was going so fast, and yet Derek was running almost gracefully not even breaking a sweat as he ran. The sight distracted Stiles so much that he tripped on the treadmill yanking his earphones out of his ears and watched his phone land on the treadmill flying into the wall behind him. Luckily, Stiles caught himself before he shared the same fate as his phone. Looking around to see if anyone, namely Derek, saw his little accident. Fortunately everyone around them, even Derek, had earphones in and was focused on something else.

Stiles prolonged his normal workout routine just to watch Derek, and it was beginning to become his new favorite pastime. However, he was panting and wanting to pass out by the end of it. He was startled as he watched Derek suddenly stop running and hopped off his treadmill gracefully. Stiles ran for a couple minutes, even if he did want to puke up his organs, until he deemed it safe enough to leave without running into Derek. Hopping off his treadmill he went to the wall to see how damaged was his phone. Stiles was honestly surprised it didn't break due to the fact that it was an IPhone, and they were known for breaking easily. Shrugging it off he was walking past the treadmills into the hallway when he heard something that made his blood boil. It was three assholes that looked like the typical buff meatheads making fun of an overweight African American girl on the treadmill.

"Damn look at fatass over there. She has no business being here" laughed the first.

"Holy shit dude she looks like she ate someone with all that fat jiggling around" agreed the second.

"Right! She looks as if she is going to pass out any second now. I bet she isn't going to last for 3 minutes" cackled the third

"I bet she won't even last for 2 minutes!" announced the second

"Deal!" both replied shaking hands.

Stiles couldn't stand watching the exchange anymore he knew it would probably end bad for him, but who cares what type of asshole makes fun of a situation like this.

"Hey douchebags!" yelled Stiles.

"Is he talking about us?" questioned one of them.

"Well it looks like you at least have half a brain to comprehend that question in your Neanderthal head." seethed Stiles.

"Watch it punk. What's your problem any fucking way!" flexed the third trying to appear menacing.

"My problem? My problem is that you are making fun of that girl over there for working out at the gym. The whole damn purpose is to get fit if you aren't. You three are a bunch of assholes for even making fun of that! At least she is trying and making an effort!" ranted Stiles furious, and yet astounded that they did not see anything wrong with what they were doing.

"Your acting like a little bitch! We were just having a normal conversation till you decided to jump in" said the second one.

"Right. We should teach this little bitch a lesson" agreed the third, while the rest agreed with the last statement.

Stiles was fully prepared to get his ass beat. Even back in high school he had always wielded sarcasm as a weapon even if he knew it would come back to bite him in the ass. However, his father always taught him to fight in what he believed in even if it somehow gave his father trouble in the end. Stiles squeezed his eyes in anticipation and waited for the pain to come. However the pain never came and Stiles opened his eyes to find his knight in spandex armor ready to save him. Derek had stopped the fist in mid swing, and his display of dominance had "lil" Stiles looking for action.

Damn I really should get this man something…maybe cookies or HELL a medal.

"What is the problem here", growled Derek.

"We were trying to teach this shrimp a lesson" grunted the one who originally try to swing at Stiles.

"The only one who need a lesson are you three." growled Derek,

"I heard your conversation earlier. And I happen to know that you three are here on an athletic scholarship it would be so sad if your coach and the dean were to find out" stated Derek in mock concern.

Stiles saw the three guys pale considerably and ran away with their tail in between their legs. Serves them right!

"That was totally awwessoome!" whooped Stiles.

"You need to choose your battles more wisely, however good job for standing up for that girl." Derek responded, and also rolling his eyes at Stiles' previous remark.

"Thanks bro!" beamed Stiles

"So what brings you to the gym this fine day. You already look like you live here… not that that's a bad thing" flailed Stiles trying to keep his foot out of his mouth

"It helps me relax, and what about you I haven't seen you at the gym since you so eloquently pointed out that I live here" Derek sassily replied.

"Well Mr. Growly I'm here maybe 3-4 days a week, also I really needed to run since I consumed an enormous amount of caffeine to defeat my arch nemesis chemistry. Chemistry is pure evil it needs to be brought to the light of justice!" replied Stiles passionately.

"Chemistry is easy, it's Biology that's evil" said Derek with the straightest face ignoring Stiles' rant.

"The lies you tell!" yelled Stiles pointing at Derek accusingly.

` "It's true" shrugged Derek.

"Biology's a piece of cake! If you can help me with chemistry I could help you with biology" Stiles blurted.

"Wait.. I di…"

"Deal" interrupted Derek from Stiles' internal crisis over asking Derek to help tutor him.

"Really?! Are you serious because I know you keep helping me out lately, and I don't know if I shou…"

"Be quiet. I said I would help and besides it's not like I'm doing this with no gain. You teach me biology and I teach you chemistry fair is fair." stated Derek calmly.

"Uh.. ok. W-would you like to meet up at the l-library then" stammered Stiles nervously.

"Ya sure that's alright give me your number to text you." said Derek as he pulled out his phone.

Stiles pulled out his phone as well, shaking as he nervously put in Derek's number as he read off his number to Stiles. Stiles texted a simple "This is Stiles" to Derek's number, because he thought of all the possibilities and consequences of texting something else to Derek.

"Alright, I text you later with the details." said Derek with a nod of his head.

"See ya around Stiles" waved Derek as he left to resume his workout leaving Stiles alone to reflect over ever thing that just happened.

My hero….

Please R&R. Your reviews help me through the struggle of next chapter will be all Stiles - Derek interaction in the library and them growing closer as people. And Stiles seeing that he is more than a pretty face. Also thanks for bearing with me!