Stiles aced her interview. She made them laugh and they claimed that she is the perfect teacher for this job. She thought that teaching elementary would be her fit but since they have limited rolls…she had to take on other jobs as well.

The standards was she will have her own classroom. She'll teach music and art to third and fourth grade on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Thursdays. She will teach French 1 on Tuesdays, Wednesdays, and Fridays to some rowdy teens. Stiles just had to get the jackpot working at a K-12 school.

Stiles busted through the door of Derek's study interrupting his time keeping track of his stocks.

"I got the job," she did a happy dance/ twirl. "They loved me." His eyes scanned her. She was wearing skinny khakis and a blue button down with Sperry shoes. "I am teaching art and music to elementary and French to the teens."

"Congradulations," Derek said. Stiles took a step towards his desk and sat on the edge of it.

"I think a celebatory dinner is on the way for me," Stiles said. "You up for it?" Stiles thought it was about time for them to atleast have one date. Derek was not attempting it so she thought she had to be the one. She tried to contain her nervous heartbeat and hope he think it's from her excitement over the job.

"I am busy. Another time," he said.

"We're hanging out later on tonight. I think you should get away and have some shots with us and a movie."

"Who's going with you?" Derek scowled harder. He doesn't need to worry about her hanging out with an unmated wolf.

"Me, Isaac...Scott and Allison...and Lydia," she thought counting them on her fingers. "We're going to see Dawn of the Rise of the Planet of the Apes which is like the longest title of a movie."

"No, thank you," Derek said and went back to his laptop.

"Ceasar! Ceasar! Ceasar!" Stiles chanted after taking another tequila shot. They've just got done watching the movie and as soon as the camera zoomed in on Ceasar at the end she clapped happily and raved to Scott about how epic the movie is. "I am team Ceasar." she yelled to Scott.

"You think there will be a third on? Called Planet of the Apes, this time?" Scott asked her. He was sharing vodka shots with Allison and was already seeing stars. He's a light drinker.

"Dude, I don't think so," she said confidently. "Well...there is a chance but I am trying to think how the story plot would be as saying how they are going to take over the world? I mean, they are still stuck in fucking San Fransico. How will they rule the world when the only smart as hell apes are in one city in Cali? That doesn't make sense," she rambled.

"Touche," Scott burped with a laugh afterwards. "You...are...awesome thinker...Stiles." he breathed heavily.

Stiles took one of Scott's vodka shots and gulped it down easily. "Dude, you are a lightweight aren't you?"

"I am surprised you can handle your liquor," Isaac said with wide eyes.

"I can't," she admits to him. "But...that doesn't stop me from drinking." Stiles takes another but Lydia whips it from her grasp. "What the hell, Lydia?"

"I don't think Derek would want to deal with a messy drunk," she said. Lydia dealt with Drunk Stiles many times

"I am not messy drunk just a talkative one," Stiles corrected her and took Isaac's drink. She spits it right out. "Really? A shirley temple?"

"I am the designated driver."

"Werewolves don't get drunk, Iz." It was kind of true. It takes almost a whole vodka bottle to get a werewolf tipsy and more than a six pack of beer at that. For Stiles...on the other hand. It only takes eight shots (which is not much to the average werewolf) to get her totally shitface drunk. And she's on her sixth one.

"I don't drink." Isaac shrugs.

"And that's why Scott is my best friend," she throws her arm around Scott pulling him but he ends up falling over the stool to the ground.

"I have to deal with this, Stiles," Allison sighs as she picks up her mate.

"I...love you...more than...Ceasar..." he said with a giggle/burp.

"That's good to know," Allison tells him.

Stiles needed to get shitfaced. She didn't know why. She hadn't had a real drink since her illegal aged college days. She tipped her head back letting the vodka burn down her throat and as soon as DJ Snake's Turn down for what song came on that's when she lost it. "I love this song," she screams and climbs onto the bar. Lydia couldn't believe what was going on. Stiles ripped off her button down revealing a black cami that was snug onto her toned body with the hem stopping at her belly button. "Scott, come up with me."

Before Allison could stop her mate, Scott clumsily climbed onto the bar with her and ripped open his shirt. They done a weird rave-like dance. Scott whipping his head back and forth while Stiles hopped down doing some kind of twerking movement. Isaac could not help himself to bring out his Nokia cell and video this epic moment and post it onto Facebook, Instagram, Vine, and Twitter.

Lydia warned him. He thought it was an exageration of his mate being fucked up drunk. But she was right.

Derek snarled at the sight of Stiles coming up onto the porch with Scott...on her back. She twirled him around laughing drunkily.

"Ceasar! Ceasar! Ceasar!" they both chanted until she smack them into a hard wall of angry alphaness.

Derek didn't waste anytime ripping Scott off of his mate's back and onto the hardwood floor. He didn't say anything to any of them and just scooped Stiles and threw her onto his shoulder and left. Stiles took this chance to laugh stupidly and smack Derek's ass playfully.

Derek led them to his room instead. He never liked sharing a bed but he felt the need to take care of Stiles just in case she do something stupid tonight. He dumped her onto the bed and went to his closet and brung out one of tee shirts.

"You should of went to the movies with us," she told him lazily with hazed eyes. "It was pretty epic at the bar. You can ask Isaac. He took a video of it." she laid back onto the bed just for Derek to pull her back up. He took off her button down and helped put on one of his shirts on her. "Smells like you," she said after taking a whiff of the shirt. "I like your smell," she said seductively which made her throw herself onto Derek. He caught her and it burned his nose to smell the liquor but soothes it when he smell the arousal and Stiles mixed. "I really like it," she wrapped herself into all things Derek.

"Genim..." he said her name and laid them down onto the bed and cutted off the lamp.

"Hey, no one calls me that." she scolds him with a light slap on the chest. "Only JJ calls me that."

"I love your name," Derek found himself saying. It is the truth.

"Stiles is so much cooler. Like a thing, ya know? Like 'Cher' and...um...who else?" she lost her train of thought. "This bed is comfortable..."

"You are not on the bed," he stated. Stiles was fully onto of Derek.

"Well, you are comfortable." Stiles corrects herself. They laid there for a moment in silence. "Do you think it's fate that we are together?"

"Yes because we are mates hence fate matched us," Derek said with an eyeroll.

"I meant...well. I would of thought fate would of gave you someone your age. I mean, I am seven years younger than you. What if you wanted to find your mate as soon as you are like twenty or something? I was thirteen at the time and luckily you didn't see me at the time because I was a wild child believe it or not," she rambled in one breath. Before Derek can reply, she started back up again, "I think because we both went through some shit."

"Like what?" He was curious.

"Like you with the Hale Arson and me with the Stilinsky Attack," she said nonchalantly. "Your family died and my parents died." Derek was silent after that. "I'm the only one...who hasn't met my parents. My brothers, they have all these memories with them and I don't."

Derek didn't know how to soothe his mate. This came out of nowhere. Stiles was just happily drunk and now she was moping and on the verge of crying.

"Pancakes..." Stiles trailed off.

"What?" Derek really doesn't get Stiles. Is she hungry now, he thought. Derek doesn't cook.

"Jackson told me that mom makes the best pancakes and that I missed out on it," Stiles explained. "I'll make you some tommorrow." she promises him. And with that, she laid her head down onto his chest and fell into a deep slumber.

He didn't really expect her to wake up and cook for him. Derek woke up to the smell of burnt pancakes. He didn't even feel Stiles get off of him. He could hear the constant chatter of Stiles in the kitchen downstairs.

"You're up!" Stiles smiles at him as soon as he walks through the kitchen. Seeing Stiles still in his tee shirt softened him up a bit but then the burnt smell came back and he scowled at the stack of pancakes. "You don't like pancakes? I told you last night I will make you some."

"I must warn you, Alpha," Isaac said through a stuffed mouth. "She burnt eighty percent of the pancakes."

"Who can't cook pancakes. I can even cook them," Scott teased taking a bite of cinnimon pancakes.

"Shut up, Scott. It takes me a while to warm up to the use to cook pancakes," Stiles justified. "And now I perfected it. So, here you go," she hands Derek a plate of pancakes. Stiles gave him some golden ones with what seems to be strawberries and smells like banannas in them. "I once caused a fire when I was twelve when I was trying to cook the pancakes." she jokes. Derek starts to think that maybe she should not cook unless surpvised.

"So, Alpha, did you enjoy your drunk mate more than we did?" Lydia waits.

"She made quite the scene at the bar," Isaac whips out his cell phone. "Would you like to see both your third-in-command and mate twerking to the worst music possible." He chuckles as he pulls it up.

"Isaac," that was all Derek had to say to make Isaac shut up and lock up his phone. Stiles thought that was kind of hot that Derek has all this power with just one word. Derek glanced over at her as he bites into his pancakes.

"Does it suit your tastebuds?" Stiles leans in waiting for the answer. Derek doesn't reply instead taking another bite. "I'll take that as a, 'God, yes, Stiles, it's amazing!'"

Derek doesn't say anything.

Stiles is use to this.