Stiles was at the library trying to study and although Stiles had joined up with two of his classmates to go over the study guide it wasn't going very well. There was Erica, this blond hottie, that always wore shirts much too small for her large cleavage, but surprisingly the biggest DC nerd he's had the pleasure of meeting; and then there was tall, dark, silent, built like a brick Boyd, who's first name is apparently Vernon, who's silent persona would have been pretty badass, but basically ruined the purpose of a study group.

Stiles had tried to get them to talk over the myths so that it was easier to keep in mind, but Boyd wasn't talking and aside from a few myths, they didn't have real substance on the topics. So he was trying the divide and conquer method for the midterm guide. "So I'll focus on the English folklore, Boyd Native American folklore and Erica you can focus on Latin Folklore. Once we've completed as much of that we can come together and tackle the essay questions."

Erica rolled her eyes, "Do I get the Latin American myths because I'm Hispanic? That's a little racist isn't it?"

"Wha-That's not even-wha? They were just the-I mean you knew most of those but like-I didn't even know you were Hispanic?! I mean I know that your last name is Reyes, because I hear it every once in a while when the professor takes random attendance, but then you could just have the last name and not speak a second language or associate as a Hispanic per-"

Erica broke out laughing, and even Boyd managed a smirk. "I was just playing with you. You should have seen your face, I thought you were going to pass out. Not sure if it would have been from lack of oxygen or embarrassment. I'll take Latin American Folklore, it'll be easy since I was raised with half of these myths. Ain't nothing more terrifying that your abuella trying to get you to sleep before the llorona comes to get you." Erica's smirk stayed in place while she began on the study guide.

Stiles wanted to bang his head on the table, then laughed. Of course he would want to be in the same study group with a sassy woman and a man who might as well been Derek's lost compatriot.

Derek: Are you busy?

Stiles: I wish I wasn't, but I'm currently being tortured.

Derek: Whatever you did, I'm sure you deserved it.

Stiles: I'm glad to know I can count on you to resuce me.. 0_0

Derek: Always.

Stiles wasn't sure how to proceed from there, but a warmth blossomed in his chest.

"Ugh, if we have to sit here and study, you're not allowed to sext while you're here" Erica startled him out of his retrieve when she snatched his phone away.

Her eyebrows rose, then smirked at him "Stiles I'm not torturing you, that costs extra." She smirked and returned his phone. "Tell Mr. Flirt that you would love to go to dinner but right now you need to study before your study buddies hang you from your manly bits." She winked at him before going back to her studies.

Boyd huffed, "Erica, I think you've broken our study partner."

She leant over the table and planted a kiss on his cheek, "Don't worry babe, you're still my number one"

Boyd gave her the widest smile and went back to work.

Stiles looked down at his phone,

Derek: Want to get a burger at Betty's? Maybe go to the movies afterwards? Thinking around 7. Have some errands to run.

Was this a date? Was Derek Hale, Adonis amongst mortals asking him on a date? He had said he was busy any earlier. Stiles couldn't get ahead of himself.

Stiles: 7 sounds good to me. Meet you there?

Derek: I can pick you up from your apartment.

Maybe Derek was just being considerate of Stiles. He knew Stiles was at the school library and by the time he finished up, went back to his apartment, dropped his stuff off and went to meet him, Stiles would probably be late.

Stiles: K, sounds like a plan.

No matter how much he tried to trample the little hope that sprang up within him, Stiles still couldn't help the fluttering in his stomach at the thought of tonight and the possibility of this being a date!

Erica complained about Stiles lack of attention. Stiles snapped back into study mode. At 5, the group called it a day, shared their notes, made a meeting for another day and went their own ways. Erica and Boyd hand in hand and Stiles on his own.

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Derek was maybe freaking out a little bit. He had changed twice and was thinking of changing his shirt again. Stiles had said that he should try a bit more of color; dark green was more color than black, right?

"Der-bear? Are you going out today?" When Laura got a good look at what Derek was wearing, she whistled "Never mind with that outfit you're planning to get laid tonight!"

"Laura!" Derek's ears began to burn. Sure he purposely wore the tightest jeans he had, combined his dark green shirt with his leather jacket on top gave just the right amount of bad boy impression that have got him laid many times, but he didn't need to hear that from his sister.

She rolled her eyes, and just kept grinning at him. "You finally open your eyes and decided to sleep with that little boy toy you keep texting?"

Derek didn't know why he didn't like her calling Stiles a 'boy toy,' because Stiles was anything but a toy. Sure he was an annoying little shit when he wanted to be, but he was also there when he got morose about his parents. "He's not a 'boy toy' his name is Stiles." For some reason this caused Laura to scoff and laugh at him. "Plus we're just going out for burgers and a movie, no one's 'getting laid' tonight."

"Well as long as you remember his name at the end of the night, I think you'll have a pretty good time."

Derek didn't understand where that advice came from. Derek always made sure he stayed sober enough to remember what was going on. Sure that night at the bar with Dave he had drank a shot or two more than needed, but it's not like he didn't remember what happened, let alone Dave's name.