Here's chapter two! Hope you are all liking it so far, there's plenty more to come, enjoy! (And please review if you have any opinions/issues/praises) x

Chapter Two

Stiles had never felt so ashamed in her life. Not only had she completely humiliated herself, thrown up on the Martin's rose bushes, but she had also miserably failed in her mission to lose her virginity. She thought she was doomed to go to college a virgin. The day after the party was a horrible day for Stiles. She had woken up in the Martin's guest room, a vomit bucket beside her bed, alone, and fully dressed in the pyjama's she had brought with her: sweatpants and a baggy t-shirt. Yep, she had definitely NOT been laid last night.

It was still somewhat early in the morning and she sensed no one else would be awake, so she gathered her belongings, wrote a thank-you note to Lydia and an apology note to Ms Martin and snuck out of the house. Her father had dropped her off the previous night so she had to walk home, which she felt she needed to clear her head. She couldn't be bothered changing her sweatpants but she switched her stained shirt for a singlet and hoodie and began the walk. Halfway there she began feeling the effects of her hangover: pounding head, nausea, the sweats. Luckily, she happened to pass a gas station, so she stopped in to buy a Gatorade and something greasy to digest.

Because she was so hungover, it took her a while to notice something was off about the inside of the station. One of the front windows had been smashed. Her supernatural-sense started tingling and she felt somewhat panicked. She collected her items and placed them on the front counter.

"What happened there?" she pointed to the smashed window as the cashier rung up her items.

"Just some young guys," he answered gruffly, clearly not happy with the state of his shop.

"What did they want? Did they rob you?" Stiles continued to question.

"Just drunk, I think," he said. "Didn't steal any money though."

Stiles paid and thanked the man, stole once last glance at the window, then left. She decided not to worry about it any further and finished the walk home. It was about eight o'clock by the time she got there, and her father was about to leave for work. He frowned at her dishevelled appearance as she slumped down at the kitchen table, where he was eating a bowl of cereal.

"Christ, Stiles," he said. "You reek."

"And you should be eating fruit," she quipped. He looked down at his bowl sheepishly.

"Yeah, well I was hoping that you wouldn't be hope so early," he grinned. Normally Stiles would have rung him out for this, but she was too drained.

"You alright?" he asked, noticing Stiles demeanour.

"I just… had higher expectations for last night," she sighed.

"That's what you get for underage drinking," the Sheriff laughed. Stiles made a face at him and then they said good-bye. Stiles went straight to her room and back to sleep.

Even though it was Spring Break, the pack had agreed not to do anything for it. Scott didn't feel comfortable leaving Liam alone and Kira wanted to stay with Scott, and Malia, Lydia and Stiles wanted to relax. They had all worked so hard in the past year to get their lives back on track, and boy had it been exhausting. It was going to nice not to have to study or plan anything or be at school. They just wanted to be normal teenagers for one week, and now they had the chance. Of course, Stiles had jinxed herself thinking this would happen, by thinking her life could ever be anything but hectic – be it with school or the supernatural – for five minutes.

It started the next night, Monday, when Stiles was catching up on some Xbox. There were so many games that she had not had the time to play, and she was making full use of her free time. She left her room to go to the bathroom and when she got back, Derek Hale was standing in the middle of her room.

"Jesus!" she yelled, nearly tripping over her own feet. She quickly shut the door behind her, not wanting her Dad to walk in. He knew all about the supernatural, but he wouldn't approve of a grown man/shape shifting werewolf being in her bedroom.

"What are you doing here?" she hissed, trying not to raise her voice. She thought the days of him showing up in her bedroom were long gone.

"You didn't answer your phone. Again," he said.

"What do you want?" she demanded.

"You don't remember our conversation the other night?" he asked. Stiles felt the colour drain from her face. What conversation?!

"Err…no?"

"You were pretty drunk," he informed her.

"Oh god what did I say? What happened?" she groaned, embarrassed.

"Typical drunk teenage girl stuff. You were trying to get laid, or something," he said. She put her face in her hands, hiding her shame.

"Sorry," she sighed. "I'm not usually like that."

"I know. You're usually an idiot," he smiled. Stiles crossed her arms over her chest.

"So what do you want?" she snapped.

"I need your help with a…supernatural thing," he said.

"No way, I'm done with all that," she retorted.

"That's not what you said the other night. You said you'd help me."

"I also said I was going to get laid and lose my virginity and not be an 18-year-old virgin, but that didn't happen either!" she yelled. She flopped onto her bed and put her arms over her face. She didn't want to see Derek's reaction to what she had said. There was silence for a while.

"I wouldn't be asking for your help if I didn't need it," Derek said eventually.

"I know," she breathed.

"So…you'll help?"

"I guess. What do you need?" she gave in.

"Just come pick me up from the loft tomorrow night, at eight, we'll take it from there."

"Okay."

When Stiles looked up, Derek was gone. She moved up the bed and buried her head in a pillow. She wasn't a religious person, but at that moment, she prayed. The last thing she needed right now was another Beacon Hills supernatural drama to mess up the steady life she had formed. But if Derek Hale was asking for her help, it had to be something.

She was not looking forward to the next night.