Thing went back to normal. Stiles is now back to her old room and hardly talking or seeing Derek. She hangs out with mostly Scott and Lydia.

And now it's September. School is in session and she is freaking nervous.

"You are going to do fine," Lydia told her. Stiles couldn't keep her eyes off of Lydia. She look absolutely flawless. Her strawberry blonde hair was in a neat bun. She wore a cute peplum dress shirt and slim dress pants and wedges.

"What do you teach, anyways?" She asked her as she packed her lunch. Kettle chips and a salad.

"Sophomore Chemistry and Latin," she said.

"Whoa," Stiles knew that Lydia is crazy smart like her. But she is no good when it comes to science and math.

"You are teaching elementary so you have no problems, trust me," Lydia said. She took a look at Stiles. She could tell that Stiles would be an amazing teacher. The fun one that would make them laugh. Stiles was wearing a red-ish pink Hawaiian shirt with flower prints that was snug onto her body and a pair of boyfriend fit jeans with rips in them with black Chuck Taylors. "What the hell are you wearing, though?"

"Too casual?" Stiles didn't want to dress up at all.

"Change into skinny jeans and I think that could count as professionally casual," Lydia thought.

"Awesome."

• • • • • • •

Stiles was ready for this. Her classroom is boss. All the music things was at the back of the class room. She moved the desks against the wall. Her classroom was pretty big and colorful. Bright with lots of reds, yellows, and blues. She made note to paint the ceiling like the sky with clouds this weekend. Scott helped her make a poster on the front of the class room on the board with Ms. Stilinsky in big bold colorful letters. She put a big bowl of candy on her desk along with a few other prizes.

Now here comes the hard part.

The kids.

She was dealing with the third graders first. She watched as all twenty five of them made way into a line in the middle of the room. She gave them a big smile and greeted them in the only way a Stiles could do:

She tripped over her shoe laces and falls over on the floor. The kids laugh of course. She stood up, did a twirl showing she was find, and introduced herself.

"Hi, my name is Ms. Stilinsky but you can call me Stiles for short." she said. "Please sit down into a circle and we'll start with names." They did so with Stiles sitting with them crisscross applesauce. "So, let me tell you a few things about myself and then y'all do the same."

The kids nodded.

"I'm an art teacher and I bet you knew that," she said earning a few laughs. "Also a music and French teacher. I have three older brothers and one sister-in-law. I love dogs...and wolves. I am obsessed with everything Batman related. And I am a werewolf." She knew the kids wouldn't believe her on the last part but it was fun to hear the chorus of "WHAT!" Through the kids that she had to laugh.

"It's true. But you guys have to keep it a secret. Ok?" the kids nodded.

Their first assignment was easy enough. She wanted them to draw things that they love. Since it's half a day and they only have forty five minutes she decided to start with something simple.

Stiles done the same for the fourth graders but with more detail.

Then came the high schoolers.

She had to walk on the other side of the school. She even greeted Lydia who rolls her eyes at her since she was covered with paint.

As she enters, the classroom it was already rowdy. Stiles should have not agreed to this. It felt like she was back as a high school student, trying to win over the crowd with her 'charm'. Stiles didn't bother trying to be something she is not. She won over plenty of people while just being her silly clumsy self. She ran her fingers through her hair as she looks for the roster.

Thirty kids.

As the bell rung, she then pulls out the sky blue colored pen.

"Dude, are you our teacher?" one guy in the front asked her.

"Oui," she said in her funniest fakest French accent. He cracked a smile at her. Stiles began the roster. "Ok, Listen up!" the class quieted down. "My name is Mademoiselle Stilinsky but you can call me Stiles for short."

"I'm digging' that shirt," the same guy in the front said.

"Merci," she said with a wide smile. "Kay, here we go. I'm gonna call y'all name but I will give you guys French names. You can pick them out yourselves."

"What's with the y'all? You from the south?" a girl tried to tease her but that didn't work on Stiles.

"Nah, I'm from South Cal, my friend." Stiles greets her. She looks at the girl. Stiles could tell she is the queen bee so far. With the perfect teeth blonde hair and coach purse. "Let me guess, Rachael?" she said with a smirk. The girl glared at her and gave a curt nod. "Awesomesauce!"

"Dude, Can I use that? Awesomesauce," one guy at the back said. He sounded like any other California guy.

"Dude, freedom of speech," Stiles said. She sat at the corner of the desk. "Mitch Andrews?" she called out.

"So how was it?" Lydia asked her expecting not so good news. Stiles rolls her eyes at her friend. She absolutely loved it. She rather have more fun with her elementary kids but she would make due with the high school students as well. She realized that three of the students (juniors) are in the Hale pack (Garrett, Liam, and Mason). She assigned them their first homework which was pretty easy all they had to do was study the basic greetings and conversation sills of French.

"Awesome, I love teaching," Stiles gushed as she throws her papers and binders into her North face backpack. "Can't wait to tell, Derbear," she adds thinking about her mate.

"Yo," she greets him at the door of his office. She was surprised that the door was even opened but she didn't take a step in yet trying to sense the mood coming from her mate. He was on his laptop and cell phone at the same time with a pensive look. She decided that she wouldn't bother him but just when she was about to step away, he called out to her.

"Come," he said. Stiles shrugs and comes to him and stands at his desk. She smiles at him but he looked very tired and stressed. Stiles didn't know what to do to comfort the guy.

"You good?" she asked her dumb question. Derek doesn't answer at first. His eyes, those damn hazel green eyes, just stared at her with a hard look. Then they softened a bit but then gotten more stone cold like he was angry. He takes hold of her and pulls her onto his lap—which she was not expecting—and nuzzled his bearded cheek against her neck. Stiles could hear him sniffing her. His rough large hands then wrapped around her waist pulling her closer to his hard body. Stiles didn't know what to do with this situation. They haven't been like this since that night on her first 'heat' and that was the first and last time. She never went back to his room and he acted the same pretty much. "Dude," she managed to speak but in an almost squeal since she felt his lips on the nape of her neck. What the hell?

"You smell like…others," he explained like she would so get that. Derek smells like other people as well all the time but that doesn't really make her want to pull him down and rub herself against him. And then she got it, like a light bulb went off in her pretty little head…

"You're scenting me?" she laughs at Derek. Who would have thought he would do this?

"I don't like smelling hormonal teens all over you," Derek said. "A why do you smell like them?" His eyes narrowed at hers. Stiles scoffs at that.

"Dude, I haven't touched another teen student," Stiles specific zed. "But the kids….there was a few handsy little boys who wanted hugs and stuff. I thought it was pretty cute," Stiles smiled as she remembers one student particularly, Branden Watts, the cute little hippie blonde kid. "I have a favorite already and that's what I look forward to if my kid is like him. He's funny, silly, and he has this adorable smile since he has two missing front teeth and he—"

"So he's like you?" Derek leaned back in his desk chair and stared at Stiles. He didn't know how to take the news of Stiles thinking about having kids. Derek is thirty years old so it was about time for him to think about it and especially since he's an alpha. Alpha wants pups/offspring bad.

"He gets my jokes…he is becoming my Scott of the class. My little best friend…I was thinking about joining PTA," she said. Derek tensed at that. "It's just some fun stuff to get involved with the school. Like planning fundraisers and bake sales and carnivals for the school…well, look, I already signed up so don't do that alpha shit that JJ would do and command me to quit."

"Do you want kids?" Derek didn't really mean to blurt it out. Usually he's careful with his words. Stiles stiffened at that.

"Well…yeah but I would like to…wait, if that's cool with you?" Stiles said shyly. Her ears was already pink along with the back of her neck.

"Okay."

"Okay…" Stiles whispered not knowing how he would even to jump to that conversation.

"Okay…" he repeats sensing her shyness.

"Dude, this will not be a 'Gus and Hazel' moment, okay?" Stiles laughed nervously. Derek never got her pop culture references which made her laugh a bit too hard.

"Don't call me dude," he said.