The next day Isaac tries to wake Stiles from his drunken stupor, "Dude wake the fuck up, I've been trying for like ten minutes, I was starting to think you were dead."
"Thanks a bunch." Stiles tries to reply but his mouth is so dry, he tries to steal the cover back from Isaac and roll over.
"No way, best cure for a hangover is a coffee and then a little Lacrosse." Isaac says as he pushes Stiles towards the edge of the bed.
"If I move I will puke, is that what you want?" Stiles groans moodily.
"I need to practice, or I will never make first line." Isaac begs.
"Oh alright..." Stiles sighs dramatically. "But first you have to help me return the crap the pledges borrowed."
"Deal!" Isaac jumps up enthusiastically earning another long groan from Stiles.
After two coffees Stiles no longer feels like he might puke if he moves, and they head out dragging Scott along for help carrying the other houses stuff. They leave the stuff on the doorsteps not wanting to let on who took it in the first place and head to the Lacrosse field for their practice session. They are out on the field for an hour and half, Stiles is exhausted when they finish and takes his time getting changed in the locker room, every muscle seemed to ache.
Isaac and Scott are ready long before Stiles so they agree to meet him in the canteen for lunch.
Soaking wet from the shower and wrapped only in a towel walking back to his locker Stiles is suddenly shoved forcefully into the lockers. It takes him a moment to register what has happened, wasn't he the only one here a minute ago? When he regains his senses he realises that the person invading his personal space is none other than Derek Hale.
Aside from perving on him from afar Stiles has never had that much to do with Derek Hale, they had none of the same classes with Stiles studying Philosophy and Derek (which he found out from questioning Isaac) was studying Sport Psychology. Stiles is at a total loss as to why Derek has aggressively shoved him up against the lockers and is still keeping him pinned there. Derek is so close to Stiles he can smell his cologne.
"What the fuck!" Stiles spits out at Derek.
"Tell your pledges to keep the fuck out of the Alpha house, if I find out they have been in there again there really will be big trouble for the Betas."
"Are you really threatening me over an initiation prank?" Stiles laughed.
"Well yeah..." replied Derek losing steam a bit and releasing Stiles when he seems to suddenly realise he is wearing nothing but a towel.
"Dude you need to chill!" Stiles replied turning his back on Derek and digging through his sports bag for clean clothes.
Derek seems flustered his cool dissolving for a minute when he realises Stiles isn't remotely bothered, "Just remember you have been warned" he adds and he hurries out the door.
"What the fuck!?" Stiles repeats to himself, one of the first interactions he's ever had with his crush and he's pinning him up against the lockers. Not exactly what Stiles had in mind but still he had at least noticed him!
The initial shock of their encounter begins to wear off and Stiles starts to question what just happened. Was Derek looking for him? One minute he was in the locker room and the next he was gone, was he waiting for Stiles to be alone? He seemed to panic when he realised what he was doing, that was seriously weird. When he got to the canteen his mind racing he told Scott and Isaac what happened when they left him alone in the locker room. They were both furious especially Scott, they have always looked out for each other ever since they shared a dorm in their first year, they had grown to become fiercely loyal best friends.
"Right let's call Danny and get back up, we're going to head over there and show him nobody pushes a Beta around! Especially not our leader!" Scott stands up and bangs his fist down on the table making Stiles and Isaac jump.
"No we're defiantly not doing that!" Stiles replied, Scott looked deflated "Don't you think I've had to put up with more than a normal persons share of stuff like that? I can deal with people like Derek and what good is there in starting a war with the Alphas, have you seen those twins, I don't fancy going up against them."
"I don't think Danny would mind going up against them!" Isaac says with a laugh.
"Let me deal with Derek, ok? Scott?" Stiles pleads.
Scott reluctantly agrees, "But if he touches you again and I will kill him." he finishes.
After their locker room encounter it seemed to Stiles as if he was bumping into Derek everywhere, of course it was unavoidable with them both being house presidents. Stiles always greeted Derek with an over enthusiastic "Hi Derek!" whenever he saw him. Stiles took great delight in Derek's confusion at the situation.
With the new year at college being so hectic and his assignments starting to mount up Stiles couldn't wait to have a night off. He, Scott and Isaac were going to the movies to see the new Thor film, they had a great time and Stiles had stuffed himself silly with junk food. This was probably contributing to his hyperactive mood as they discussed the movie at length on the short walk home.
When they rounded the corner they happened across a fight between three guys beating the crap out of a bloodied guy who was being pinned against the wall as the other two guys landed him with punches to the face and stomach. Scott, Isaac and Stiles ran to pull the guys off the beaten guy without a moment's thought for their own safety, lucky all that working out and Lacrosse paid off sometimes. The guys ran off when they realised there was no way they stood a chance at winning this fight.
Isaac said "I recognise him from Lacrosse he's in the Alphas."
"Right we need to get him to Derek, I think he's been drinking we can access the situation there." Stiles said will hefting the guy up onto their shoulders.
They banged on the Alpha's door and Ethan or was it Aiden answered "Shit. Derek!" he called when we saw the sight before him.
Derek came to the door immediately responding to the panicked tone in the twin's voice.
"Oh shit." He said as he dragged the guy into the house with Stiles and Scott's help.
"Derek he's really drunk, we found him being beaten by three guys, I'm not sure how bad he's hurt." Stiles said helping lower the guy onto the couch.
Derek gently shook him, "Matt, Matt, speak to me, are you ok?"
He grunted in response.
"Derek you should check him for injuries." Stiles said.
Derek gently lifted up his shirt, there were a few bruises but it wasn't too bad.
"Do you think I should take him to the hospital?" Derek said addressing Stiles directly.
"Honestly while he's like this it may just be better to let him sleep the booze off a bit, then if he needs medical attention or we need to call the police they will actually be able to get some sense out of him."
"Yeah you're right; I'll stay with him and talk to him when he wakes up." Derek said.
Stiles, Scott and Isaac got up to leave; they were just going out the door when Derek said "Thank you, seriously you didn't have to do that."
"Anybody would have helped, will you let us know he's ok and if there's anything we can do, witness statements or anything?" Stiles said as they left the Alpha house.
The next day around noon Derek called around the Beta house and asked to speak to Stiles.
"Hey man, how's Matt?" Stiles asks, surprised to see Derek at his door.
"I just came over to thank you and your brothers; he's fine, sore, bruised and really hung over. They got into an argument over a girl and they followed him and jumped him. Matt won't press charges as one of the guys was the girl's brother." Derek rolled his eyes at this.
"Oh I see, would be a girl, anyway glad everything's ok." Stiles said with a smile.
Derek just turned to leave when he stopped and said "About before, it's just I hate childish pranks and I saw red. I shouldn't have reacted to it like that." Derek was actually blushing again. "I didn't know you were alright then, just thought you we're a bit annoying."
"Man you are terrible at apologies, there's this little word that other people use, S-o-r-r-y. Anyway don't worry I quite enjoyed it actually." Stiles said in his most sarcastic tone.
Derek looked like he wished he hadn't bothered, opened his mouth to speak then shuts it turns and runs down the steps.
"Bye Derek!" Stiles calls after him. He shuts the door and leans against it laughing at how flustered he can make someone as cool as Derek Hale.