It had been three weeks since Ophylia first stepped foot in Beacon Hills High School. She'd grown used to Stiles' friends and has only become closer to Stiles. But she knows there's something no one is telling her and her heart can't help but break a little when she realizes that Stiles himself is keeping an entire part of his life from her.
It's a sunny Saturday morning when Scott, Allison, and Isaac open the door to the Stilinski household and run up the stairs.
"Stiles! You will not believe what I discovered. Stiles!" Scott yelled as he went to open the door, "Wake-"
He paused in the doorway as he took in the sight before him. Isaac and Allison stopped behind him questioningly before seeing the sight themselves.
Stiles was asleep on his back in his bed covered up. It would be a normal sight if it wasn't for the girl curled up next to him that he had his arm around. It was none other than Ophylia, the mysterious girl who showed up almost a month prior.
She groaned suddenly and the group stood motionless at the doorway as quietly as they could mostly because they were too stunned to speak. Ophylia opened her eyes a little and started pulling at a stuffed animal under Stiles' back.
"Stiles," she whined half asleep, "Stiles get your fat ass off of Teddy."
She groaned again and sighed in relief when she finally got the small white teddy bear free. She hugged it before pushing herself up and stretching, the bear resting in her lap. It was then that she opened her eyes and looked in the direction of the doorway. She froze and blinked, completely stunned.
"Uh, Stiles," She mumbled, "Stiles."
Stiles shifted but didn't wake up. She hit him hard square in the chest, her eyes not moving from the doorway, "Stiles get up."
"What? And why must you always wake me up in a painful way?" The boy didn't open his eyes, only roll onto his side and move his pillow.
"Stiles, there are people here for you."
He noticed the shaking in her voice then and he looked over to the doorway, "Oh, shi- sorry. Uh," He looked between Ophylia, her arms wrapping her teddy to her chest protectively, to the group of kids looking at them with shock on their faces, "Is it really that surprising that there's a girl in my bed?"
"Well, yah, seeing as you didn't tell me that you two were sleeping-"
"No! No no no," Stiles stood up then and went to pull a shirt on, "We aren't sleeping together. Now, we should probably get out so she can change. Before she injures me, again."
Ophylia's eyes were locked with Isaac's as the other two talked. She tightened her grip on her teddy and kept the blanket pulled up over her. She shifted uncomfortably before watching Stiles push everyone out into the hallway.
"I'll go make breakfast. Just get dressed quick please and don't leave me alone with them to question me," He sighed before closing the door behind him. She got up and changed from her bed pants to her black shorts with safety pins in them and pulled off her tank top to replace it with a Star Wars t-shirt that was ripped up on the back. She pushed her glasses onto her face before grabbing her teddy and walking out into the hallway, her free hand brushing through her hair to fix it. She grabbed a jacket laying across the railing to the steps and pulled it on before heading into the kitchen to see the three circling Stiles as he cooked.
She yawned as Isaac looked over and she saw the boy genuinely smile for once. She pulled her teddy to her chest before walking next to Stiles and sighing, "You have no idea how to make bacon right. It has to be crispy. Stop making the icky type."
The kids finally retreated into the living room to wait for Stiles, leaving the two alone.
"The icky type is the type that's crispy," He stuck his tongue out at her but left some in the pan longer to make them the way she liked them, "You okay?"
She noticed him eyeing the teddy and leaned her forehead against his shoulder, mumbling a quiet no.
"Well we'll talk about it later, okay? I don't want to now. Not with them here."
"Okay.. I just.. I dreamed about him. So if I'm not very responsive it's because I'm sulking in self-pity," She whined and started to eat some of the bacon he made. The two ventured into the living room a few minutes later with plates of bacon and a mountain dew for each of them.
"Wow, you two are weirdly alike," Allison pointed out as she watched the two sit down on the love seat and start eating.
"No we aren't," The two replied with their mouths full of food.
Isaac laughed and shook his head, "Oh man."
"So, we figured something out," Scott cleared his throat, "Uhm. About the stuff."
Ophylia looked from Stiles to Scott before sighing and grabbing her food, "I get it. That's my que to leave. I'll just go play Xbox and ruin your kill death ratio again."
"No wait-"
"It's cool. I know. I'm not completely in the loop yet. I just came back so of course there's stuff I don't know about. Don't worry about it," She smiled to Stiles and squeezed his arm before taking her drink and plate and walking upstairs and back into his room.
She heard Stiles say 'Can someone go keep her company?' before she got into his room and sat down in the bean bag chair, the controller sitting in her lap as she finished her food. When she started up Call of Duty she saw Isaac walk in. He sat next to her on the floor and the two were quiet as she played her first game.
Eventually she couldn't take it anymore and she spoke, "So why are they suddenly friends with you? Three weeks ago they hated you."
"We uh, we have some common problems that we're trying to work on. Plus the people who I was with before aren't exactly the nicest. Scott and Stiles actually treat me like a person."
"But you're still with Erica and Boyd. So that's not entirely true."
"It's complicated," He sighed, "Annoyingly complicated."
Ophylia put down her controller and looked to Isaac, "If you don't want to talk about just tell me. It's fine."
"It's not that. It's just that I, well I can't. Honestly I want to talk about it more than anything. It's driving me insane."
She nodded and took a drink before settling into the beanbag chair again.
"Why did you dye your hair purple?" Isaac asked as he reached up to play with the purple in her hair. This time he noticed her slight flinch when he moved his hand up and watched her eyes flicker with something he'd seen before. Fear.
"Sorry, I guess I just keep wanting to play with the highlights," He laughed and placed his hand back in his lap, "I don't mean to."
"No, no it's fine," She sighed and smiled to him apologetically, "It's my fault."
There was something in those words that made Isaac get a familiar tightness in his chest.
"No, it's not. It's totally my fault for invading your personal space."
"I'm just not used to it is all," She took his hand and moved it to her hair, "Go ahead if it's really that interesting to you."
He gave her another genuine smile before twirling her hair around his fingers, "So, why did you dye it?"
"I felt like rebelling a little," She gave a toothy smile, "It was a stupid spur of the moment idea that actually turned out good."
She pushed her glasses up her nose and shivered a little as he continued to play with her hair. It was something she always did mostly out of impulse. It felt good.
"I don't think I could get the balls to dye my hair as an act of rebellion," He responded, "I just act out."
"Well I figured that would be why you joined Lacrosse. So you could beat people up and get away with it."
The two laughed and he nodded, "Maybe that's a reason why."
She handed him a controller then and moved the beanbag chair over a little, "Wanna play?"
"Sure," He sounded a little surprised when he took the controller. Their fingers brushed against each other and he locked eyes with her for a split second before she turned to the screen.
"I promise I won't kick your ass too badly."
"Oh we'll just see about that," Isaac's grin was becoming more common as the two talked and played.
Eventually Stiles came back up to get Ophylia.
"We can go out now if you want. Isaac and Scott have some place to go and Allison's hanging with Lydia."
"Oh, okay! Can we go get another hoodie? I want one with your name on it. Your local sports store has that sorta stuff for your school teams right?"
"Yah," Stiles nodded as he changed shirts and took a pair of jeans with him to the bathroom, "I'll take a shower first since I won't use up all the hot water. You better be ready to get in once I get out for once!"
Ophylia laughed and shrugged, "Fine."
She stood with Isaac and walked him out to the stairs, "Can I say something? Even though it's kinda weird?"
"Sure," Isaac smiled to her and peeked around the corner to see Scott waiting for him. He looked back to Ophylia and noticed her shuffling around.
"Uh, I'm glad I got to see your smile."
"Huh?" He was taken aback by her statement.
"I'm glad I got to see your smile. You always smirk. But you actually smiled today and I'm glad I got to see it. You have a nice smile."
Isaac's cheeks grew a bit pink and he half laughed half giggled, "Thanks."
She bit her lip but her mouth curved upward anyways and a light pink covered her cheeks as well, "No problem. Uh, I'll see you later, yah?"
Isaac moved slower this time and leaned in to hug her. To his surprise she hugged back.
"Well we do have classes together," He spoke, "But of course you will. You've gotta get payback for me finally beating you."
He noticed something then. Her sleeves were rolled up a little and there were bruises on her arms that looked like they were from someone gripping her arm tightly. He waved bye and walked away before he had the chance to ask her what they were from. He already knew the answer anyways. He knew then why her earlier statement about it being her fault hurt his heart. He had heard it before many times. He had heard it whenever his father would hurt him.