'Spanish'

“How do you have such a good grade in Spanish?” Stiles asked as he looked at Scott’s Spanish test.

Scott slowly took the test from Stiles and answered “I don’t know. Spanish is just easy to me. Maybe you just need to study more.”

“Okay Scott. Do you even remember what town we live in?” Stiles asked as he turned around in his chair.

“Yeah. Beacon Hills. But what does that have to do with your Spanish grade?” Scott asked as the bell ring for them to leave class.

Standing up from his chair Stiles answered “I am constantly having to run from some supernatural creature or either saving your butt. I don’t have time to study.”

Scott just shrugged his shoulders as he followed Stiles out of the classroom.

As they walked down the hallway Allison ran up and exclaimed “Look! I got a B on my Spanish test!”

Both Scott and Stiles looked over the paper she was holding up. As she put the paper back in her binder Scott smiled at her.

Stiles just rolled his eyes and groaned “Everyone’s great in Spanish except me.”

“Well why don’t you find a study partner? Me and Lydia study all the time.” Allison pointed out.

Looking at Scott, Stiles grumbled “Well I tried to study with your boyfriend there but he doesn’t know how to study with someone.”

Allison giggled a moment as she watched Scott smile nervously and scratch the back of his head.

Turning back to Stiles she suggested “Why don’t you study with Issac?”

“Nah. Not him. He is too cuddly.” Stiles sighed as he looked around the empty hallway.

Scott raised an eyebrow and repeated “Too…cuddly?”

“Yeah. Don’t ask.” Stiles replied as he pulled his phone out.

Scrolling through his contacts he stopped at one that read ‘Sourwolf’.

“Uh. Don’t look at me crazy when I ask this but…does Derek know any Spanish?” he questioned, looking up at Scott and Allison.

There was an awkward moment of silence before Scott answered “Hmm. I think…I don’t really know. I mean Derek was kinda a lone wolf for like 10 years so maybe he learned some in his free time.”

Stiles frowned at the answer but then breathed “Alright. Well I’m gonna head home. I need to study for our Spanish test tomorrow.”  

“Okay! See you tomorrow Stiles!” Scott yelled as he turned and walked in the opposite direction with Allison.

2 hours later…

“Hey Derek are you here?!” Stiles shouted as he walked into the loft.

There was a long silence when he heard the loft door shut. Turning around he saw Derek.

“Oh hey. There you are.” Stiles observed as he watched Derek walk past him. He waited until Derek was at the desk before he stated “Hey I need to ask you something.”

“And what is that Stiles?” Derek questioned as he leaned against the metal desk.

Stiles took his backpack off and pulled out his Spanish test and explained “Well I got a 35 on my Spanish test and I have another test tomorrow. I have tried studying with Scott but he just doesn’t know how to study with a partner and then I tried to study with Isaac…well. Let’s just say he doesn’t know what a personal bubble is.”

Stiles paused a second as he saw Derek get slightly angry at what he had just said about Isaac.

Shrugging it off he finished “Anyway. You are the last person I know of. Well not the last person exactly but the last person I would like to ask for help. Okay getting to the point. Can you speak any Spanish?”

The room was silent until Derek pushed off the desk and walked up to Stiles.

Clearing his throat he stated “Sí Stiles puedo hablar español.”

Stiles stared at him in utter confusion before mumbling “Say what now?”

Derek chuckled as he looked down at the ground and then back up at Stiles.

“Yes Stiles I can speak Spanish.” Derek repeated but in english.

“Okay…well until you teach me Spanish please speak in english.” Stiles pointed out as he walked over to the desk in the loft.

Walking up behind Stiles, Derek questioned “What Spanish do you know?”

Stiles waited a minute and then gulped “Mi….nom..bre es Stiles.”

“My name is Stiles…that’s it?” Derek snickered as he stood next to Stiles.

“Yeah. Yeah. Shut up. Just teach me how to speak Spanish.” Stiles insisted as he pulled out his textbook.

They both sat down on the couch and studied for what seemed like hours but was only about a hour.

Finally Stiles exclaimed “Okay. My brain is hurting. I don’t know how I thought I was going to learn Spanish in one night.” Closing his textbook he sighed “Well thanks for the help Derek but I’m gonna go. It’s almost 8 anyway.”

Standing up, Stiles gathered his things. It took him only a few minutes and he was ready to leave.

Just as he stepped up to the door Derek yelled “Good luck with your test tomorrow!”

“Yeah thanks.” Stiles yawned, opening the loft door.

“Oh and one more thing.” Derek commented.

Turning around to face him Stiles simply mumbled “Hmm?”  

“Te amor.” Derek replied with a smile.

Stiles stood there a moment trying to figure out what Derek had said when it hit him like a rock.

“You what?!” Stiles shouted as he stared across the room at the person he knew as the Sourwolf.