It was sooo hot I could barely think when I started to write this chapter therefore it's plot is what it is. With extra length.
Enjoy.
"Derek," Stiles whined. "It's hot."
The werewolf shoot him an unimpressed glare and went back to reading his book.
Stiles sighed and shifted to starfish himself on the cooler part of the floor.
It was almost a week after Scott's phone call and almost as long after the wave of heat came over to settle over New York. The kind of 37-degrees*-in-a-shadow hot, the kind I-won't-do-anything-because-it's-too-hot hot and Stiles was dying. The blinds were pulled down to keep the sun away and the air conditioning was working on the maximum capacity. Though it was undoubtedly one from the top shelves, considering it was in an expensive apartment, the air conditioning could only do so much considering this heatwave. It was just about ten degrees cooler, than the temperature outside.
"Derek!" the teenager groaned.
Derek sighed.
"Go take a shower," he suggested.
"I had three already," Stiles pointed out.
"Go to the pool, then," was the next suggestion.
Because of course the building had it's own pool in the basement. The teenager spend a whole day in the water once he found out about this.
"Too crowded," Stiles bemoaned.
There was silence and Stiles sighed mournfully, shifting to another cool path on the floor.
"How come you're not hot?" the teenager squinted at the werewolf.
Derek shoot him another unimpressed glare, pointedly carding his hand through his damp from sweat hair.
"I try not to think about it," he growled. "And you're not helping."
Stiles huffed.
"Is there any ice left?" he wondered.
"I doubt that," Derek replied.
"Ice cream?" Stiles questioned hopefully.
"You ate the last of it about two hours ago," the werewolf informed.
The teenager made a noise of complaint.
"You can always go and buy more," Derek pointed out with a sudden smirk.
"In this heat?" Stiles looked at him incredulously. "They melt in ten seconds. I ten seconds after them."
"There's this thing called a cooler bag," Derek stated. "It'll be enough for the fifteen minutes it will take you to get back home."
"Dude! There is no way I'm walking to the store!" Stiles protested.
"There is no way you will take the car," the werewolf countered. "It's too hot for being stuck in a traffic in a car."
Stiles grumbled.
"Fine, whatever!" he surrendered. It wasn't like he had something else to do, so the walk would be a nice distraction. Even in this boiling temperature. "It'll be your fault, if I get a heat stroke."
Derek made an uninterested noise.
The teenager sighed and stood up. He went to the kitchen and checked the fridge and cupboards, wanting to make a mental list of things to buy. Everything seemed okay.
"I did groceries in the morning, when there was still cool enough to be outside," Derek said from behind him.
"Fuck!" Stiles yelled, jumping in surprise. "Don't do that! Jesus Christ, and you were doing so great in not being creepy."
Derek chuckled, affectionately nuzzling his neck for a second as he passed him on his way to the storage room.
"Cooling packs are in the freezer," he said, taking the bag from the storage.
Stiles pulled them out and put them in the bag.
"If you don't come back in 45 minutes, I'm starting a search," Derek added.
"Aww, you're so sweet," Stiles grinned. "I'll try not to get into any troubles."
The werewolf nodded and went back to reading his book. Stiles checked if he had everything and left.
Despite the heat, the walk wasn't so bad. The store was pleasantly cool inside, and by the freezers Stiles even felt a little cold. He spend a few minutes, contemplating his choice of ice cream, while it got darker in the store. He didn't gave it much thought, thinking it's still that weird effect of walking into room out of the bright sunlight. Finally he took his and Derek's favorite brand, paid and walked out.
The air was so stuffy, he barely could breathe and there were clouds in the sky. Dark, stormy, intimidating clouds. Stiles swore and started the trek back to the apartment. He was still about ten minutes away when it started to drizzle, which quickly went through the simple rain to full out downpour.
He was completely soaked through when he finally reached the apartment building. He went in and shook himself from the excess of water in the foyer, before making his way to the elevator.
"Mr. Stilinski!" the receptionist's call stopped him.
"Yeah?" Stiles asked, walking closer to the counter.
"I have some mail for Mr. Hale," the receptionist informed. "Would you be so kind and deliver it to him?"
"Sure," Stiles took proffered mail and headed to the elevator.
Once it was moving to the top floor, he checked through the envelopes. One bill. One probably some kind of advertisement. And one from Beacon Hills High School. Stiles frowned at it. Why would Derek get a mail from his school?
He exited the elevator and walked into apartment.
Derek was standing at the entrance to the kitchen, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed on his chest and a smirk on his face.
"Are you cool enough now?" he asked.
Stiles blinked at him in bewilderment. Then he remembered he was wet.
"You jerk!" the teenager yelled. "You knew it was going to rain! Fucking werewolf senses!"
Derek laughed and stepped up to him.
"There's a towel on the hanger next to you," he said, taking the bag and mail from Stiles and walking to the kitchen.
The teenager grumbled, dried himself up and went to take a shower and change into dry clothes. The wet ones he put in the washer, went through the laundry basket to load more things and turned the machine on. Then he came back downstairs, loaded a portion of the ice cream into the bowl and joined Derek on the couch, whom was reading the letters.
The werewolf eyed him suspiciously.
"Won't you get sick?" he questioned.
"Nah," Stiles waved him off. "I'll be fine." He gestured at the letters, "Why did you get a letter from my school?"
"Ah," Derek's lips twitched. "I hoped to keep it hidden from you and surprise you later. There are no chances of it happening now, I guess?"
"Nope!" the teenager grinned. "Tell me."
"Promise not to tell anyone else," the werewolf demanded.
Stiles nodded seriously.
"I promise," he declared.
"So, you know one of the things I had to take care in New York was to settle matters with my university," Derek commented.
Stiles nodded. He went with Derek to the campus. He was surprised to learn, that Derek finished his degree online in the past year and for the life of him he couldn't make the werewolf spill what was his major, so he finally dropped it. Derek spend some time filling out the paperwork and then showed Stiles around the campus.
"Well," Derek licked his lips and handed Stiles the letter.
The teenager read it. It was an acceptance for a position of the English teacher. Starting this year. In his school. Derek was going to be a teacher in his school.
"Awesome!" Stiles breathed, grinning widely. "Congratulations!"
"Thank you," the werewolf smiled.
"Oh my God, the pack!" Stiles exclaimed. "I can't wait to see their faces! This is going to be so awesome! It's–" he paused, realizing something. "You will be my teacher," he stated.
"Yes," Derek answered, amused.
Stiles groaned, hanging his head in defeat. He won't be able to date Derek until he graduates!
"You sure do know how to make a guy wait for you," the teenager grumbled.
Derek cursed.
* in Celsius