I do not own the characters of Teen Wolf or any events that may have also happened in the t.v. show. I only own my character and the events that have no relation to the ones in the t.v. show.
This is ratedM for mature due to the cursing that I have added into it. I may or may not add in a bit of detailed scenes whether it be with gore or with some form of romantic interaction.
Unlike my other story, this one is not parallel to the t.v. show. The events in this story may have some relation to the ones in the t.v. show but most of the events will be different.
Now, I'm excited to write this. ^-^ I started watching it a while ago and the idea has been stuck in my head since I started. I love both Stiles and Isaac so, that's why I started this. I hope you like it.(:
I'm practicing writing in third person with this story so I hope you can excuse the mistakes I most probably will make with the point of view and so on.

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An old black Jetta pulled into the parking lot of Beacon Hills High School a few minutes after the bell for first period went off. A girl opened the driver's side door and jumped out pulling a messenger bag over her shoulder in the process. She quickly pulled a cloth from her pocket and started cleaning off her glasses. She took a deep breath and brushed her hair out of her face before putting them back on her nose over her deep brown eyes. Her hair fell a little above her mid back and was also a dark brown color, purple highlights spread out across her cut. She messed with her bangs again, brushing them across the top of her glasses frames to have them fall to the left side of them.
"I'm late, I'm late, I am so so late," She mumbled to herself as she kicked the door closed with her foot. She huffed and shoved the keys in her backpack before running up the stairs and into the school building.
"Whoa whoa whoa, slow down there missy," A teacher smiled to the girl and stopped her in her tracks, "You look lost. Need some help?"
"Yah, I'm looking for the Chemistry room. Uh, Mr. Harris' class?"
"Down the hall and to the right, fourth door on the left," the teacher laughed lightly, "And be a little slower this time. It's not a race. No need to get hurt."
"Thanks a ton," the small girl smiled in return and waved bye as she walked down the hall. Her voice was a little high-pitched and squeaky to match her size. She was small, only 5'2" with a slim figure. She wore bright purple skinny jeans, showing off her long legs, and a black hoodie with a yellow smilie face on the back of it, advertising one of her favorite bands Blink-182. The black made her pale skin look ghostlike in the hallway lighting. Her converse high tops were torn up from the years of wearing them.
"Fourth door on the left," She mumbled to herself as she looked through the classroom door windows, "Ah, here."
She knocked on the door and peered into the room before opening it. Her hand rubbed at her arm subconsciously as she stepped in front of the class and walked to the teacher.
"You're the new student, yes?" The teacher, Mr. Harris asked. His hair was a light brown and he wore glasses that he continued to push up his nose, "Lemme see.."
The girl watched him curiously as he pushed around the papers on his desk and pulled up a clipboard with the list of students in his first bell.
"Hm.. oh there you are. Ophylia St-"
"Ophee is fine, thanks," Ophylia gave a warm smile and looked to the group of people. She recognized two of them from pictures.
"Ophee, take a seat next to Mr. Lahey," the teacher pointed to a boy with a lean figure and sandy brown curly hair. His eyes were a bright blue that Ophylia felt bore into her soul as she walked towards him.
"Hey, I'm Isaac," He whispered and smirked, "Your name's pretty interesting. How do you spell that?"
She blinked her big brown eyes at him like a deer in headlights before pulling out a notebook and pen from her bag, "O-p-h-y-l-i-a. But I prefer Ophee. O-p-h-e-e, just incase you ask."
Her tone was sarcastic and she rolled her eyes at him but the corner of her mouth showed a slight smile none-the-less.
"Ophee, then. Why'd you-"
"Sorry, but I don't feel like spending the first bell of my first day talking to some guy with a big head and annoying smirk to match. So if you will, please, be quiet and let me take my notes. 'Kay?"
A boy from the table behind them laughed and Ophylia turned to see a boy with equal features to herself. His skin was slighty more tan but his short almost buzz cut hair was the same deep brown and he had the same matching deep brown eyes. He had a few moles spotting his skin almost like freckles and his smile was wide and happy.
She gave a smile in return before giving her attention to the teacher in the front of the classroom again.
When the lunch bell finally rang Ophylia sighed and began walking towards the lunch room. She hadn't seen either boys the past two bells and part of her wished she had. After first bell the classes seemed much more boring. She couldn't tell one to shut up and have the other laugh throughout the entire lesson.
Her eyes were set to the ground as she got lost in her thoughts and the only thing to snap her back to reality was seeing a pair of converse much like her's step into her line of vision.
"So, when were you gonna tell me you were coming back?" She looked up to see the boy who kept laughing. Her grin grew again and she went to hug him before stopping herself.
"Here," He grabbed her arm and pulled her into an empty classroom. Once they were safely inside both kids dropped their bags and went to hug each other tightly.
"Sorry, Heather told me not to say anything."
"Does dad-"
"I'm sure she told him we were moving back," Ophylia finally let go, "So, Stiles, who was that adorable boy with the annoying smirk? You sure didn't seem to like him."
"He's part of.. eh.. a group of people who keep bothering Scott and I."
"Oh, yah, none of them know about me do they?"
"No, I dunno what I'll say."
"I'm a long-lost friend that moved away before Scott moved in. And that's exactly what we can tell them. We don't need to explain it further."
"Oh god I've missed you," Stiles pulled the smaller girl into another tight hug and the two stayed there for another minute before letting go again, "You haven't grown a bit."
"And you're like 5'7" now. Which sucks, by the way."
Stiles laughed and picked up his bag, "Let's get lunch."
Ophylia picked up her bag and followed him out of the door and into the lunch room. She sat next to him at a table and began to eat her food as she looked around.
"Don't worry about being shy or anything. Scott will most certainly be nice to you," His grin grew as he took a drink of water, "Now, you wanna come to Lacrosse practice after school? So you can see how awesome I am at sitting on the bench."
"But it's practice. Shouldn't you actually do something during that?"
"I still sit on the bench most of the time," He laughed, "It's my specialty."
"Well you do sit on your ass all day playing video games most of your life. So I would have to agree."
"Hey!" he shoved her and both broke down in fits of laughter. A boy with tan skin and black hair sat across from Stiles and looked between the two before questioning, "What's so funny?"
"Ophylia's just making fun of me," Stiles shook his head, "She's not even here for a complete day and she's already making fun of me again."
"Again?" The boy moved his drink away from his mouth, "You two know eachother?"
"Ophee, this is Scott. Scott, this is my long lost friend Ophee. She lived here before you moved in."
"Nice to finally meet you," Ophee smiled to him and looked down to play with her bottle cap.
"You too. And nice to finally hear of you. We've been friends for how long Stiles? And I never knew of you having a friend that's a girl that's actually close to you?"
Ophee glanced up and looked to Stiles to hear his response, "Dude, don't say it like that. That's just weird."
"What?" Scott said defensively, "I'm not saying anything."
"You're insinuating something that is so totally wrong dude, like," Stiles cleared his throat and looked to the little girl next to him, "So totally wrong."
Ophee laughed and shook her head, "I gotta agree with him. So wrong, and so weird."
"Dude," Stiles nodded across the lunch room suddenly, "Isaac's with Erica again. Talking with Boyd."
Ophee followed Scott's eyes to the boy from earlier and a pretty blonde talking to a buff looking kid, "Is he seriously in our grade?"
"Yah, that's Boyd," Stiles glared at them when they looked at the three at the table, "Erica's the blonde."
"Well obviously. I mean, I'm no master of deduction or anything but it's kinda obvious since the two boys are Isaac and Boyd."
Stiles cracked a smile and looked to her, "Oh shut up."
Ophee grinned in return before looking at the strange group across the lunch room and began to bite her lip. It was a habit the young girl did when she was nervous or thinking.
The two friends were lucky enough to have the rest of their classes together and Ophylia was happy that she had Stiles to help her not be so nervous. She was no fan of groups of people but Stiles knew how to calm her.
As she walked with him to the field after school ended a few guys started yelling their way, "Oi, Stilinski, you finally get yourself a girlfriend?"
They started laughing and Ophylia groaned, "Why must that be what they jump to?"
Stiles copied her groan and shrugged, "Because they're dumbasses? I 'unno. Just sit in the bleachers and don't let their stupid rub off on you."
"Oh don't worry, I won't," She smiled and hugged him before running and sitting on the bleachers. Two girls were sitting close to her yelling for Scott and someone named Jackson. It seemed he was the one that yelled to her and Stiles earlier.
Ophylia pulled out a notebook with music notes scribbled on it and opened it up to a blank page. She began to write in notes for a song she had stuck in her head and drummed the fingers of her free hand in time with the tempo she had. The book was a sheet book for drum notes that she wrote in during a lot of her free time.
She watched whenever Stiles would be the one facing off against the goalie but for the most part her attention was on her music.
"Wha'cha doin'?" One of the girls sitting close to her asked when she looked in her direction, "You seem pretty glued to that notebook."
"It's uh, it's not a notebook. It's a sheetbook," Ophylia showed the girl with the curly brown hair the notes on the page, "I write sheet music for my drums."
"Oh, doesn't Stiles play the drums, Lydia?" She looked over to the red-head.
'So that's Lydia. Huh, she's pretty at least,' Ophylia thought to herself as Lydia nodded and responded with an 'I think so'.
"I know. He's who taught me. Well, we learned together. He'd go to practice then come teach me once he figured stuff out," Ophee's voice wasn't as quiet when she replied again.
"You know Stiles already? Aren't you new?"
"I used to live here. I was best friends with Stiles. Still am, I hope," Ophee laughed and rubbed the back of her neck, "He was reluctant to tell people of me due to the amount of responses involving us being together. Which is happening anyways."
"Oh, that's cool though! I didn't know Stiles had any female friends," the brown-haired girl turned her attention to the field for a moment and yelled 'Go Scott' before looking to Ophylia again, "I'm Allison."
"Oh! I've heard of you. Scott's girlfriend. You really are pretty. Both of you, if you're the Lydia he's told me of."
"Thanks!" Both girls said before Allison continued, "He's told you of us?"
"Of a lot of stuff. Almost everything."
"Everything..?" Allison looked to the girl cautiously now before glancing to Stiles. Stiles made eye contact with her and shook his head as if to answer her unspoken question. Scott was whispering something in Stiles' ear before he shook his head so she knew that's how he understood the glance.
"I would hope so. That's what he tells me," Ophee sighed, "But the keyword is almost. I know there's guy stuff he doesn't talk with me about. It's why I was so happy when he told me of Scott. He seems good so I'm glad Stiles has him."
"Scott's pretty amazing, yah," Allison grinned to herself and sighed, "A good boyfriend too."
Just then the coach blew his whistle and the boys went to gather their things. Ophylia waved goodbye and gathered her things before walking to Stiles, "I'll wait by my car to say goodbye? I'd rather not hug you while you're all sweaty and icky," Stiles went to hug her in response and she laughed, running away from him.
"Hurry up Stiles! I've got stupid homework to do," She walked off of the field and to her car, unlocking it and throwing her bag in the passenger seat.
The boy Isaac walked out first and headed straight towards her, "So why're you hangin' with Stilinski? A pretty girl like you deserves a better guy than that."
His fingers played with a streak of purple in her hair and she pushed his hand away, "Stiles isn't my boyfriend. Nor will he ever be. But he is a pretty amazing friend. That would be why I'm hanging out with him."
On que Stiles walked over and looked between Isaac and Ophylia, "Have a problem?"
"Nope, none," Isaac smirked, "None at all."
"Good, now it'd be cool if you could step away from her then. Seeing as you're close enough to her to cause a panic attack."
Isaac looked back to Ophylia and noticed her withdrawing from his touch and holding her breath. Somehow he hadn't noticed it before. When he took a step back he saw her gulp and let out the breath she had held.
"Sorry," He replied confused before walking off.
"You okay?" Stiles asked as he re-adjusted his backpack strap.
"Yah, I'm fine," She smiled to him before hugging him, "Thanks though."
"It's fine stupid," He laughed and clinged to her a little, "I'm always gonna be here. You know that already."
"I know," She felt him kiss the top of her head as he let go, "I need to get home and finish unpacking. I'll be over tonight though. Heather wants to visit too after all. It's been almost 7 years."
"I'll be waiting," He watched her get in her car and drive off before getting into his Jeep and leaving, drumming his fingers on the steering wheel as he remembered the moment when he caught Ophylia doing it the first time.