"Heather some friends are coming over. Just let them in and tell them I'm up here, please?" Ophylia yelled down the stairs and heard an 'okay'. She went back to her room and sighed, running her hand through her hair, "Can you help me clean up a bit? It'd mean a ton to me."
Isaac nodded and began to pick up books and video games, "Is there a specific place I should put them?"
"Just make sure the games are on one shelf and books on another. I'll organize them again later."
Ophylia started to pick up her clothes and put them in drawers. Isaac came over to help but as she turned her back she heard him whistle, "Man, you have some good taste."
She turned around and her face grew pink before she grabbed the article of clothing from his hands, "Don't touch those!"
She put them back in the drawer before hitting him, "Jerk!"
He started laughing as she went around the room and picked up everything that belonged in her top drawer. Isaac seeing them is one thing, but everyone else seeing them.. Stiles would kill her.
'Wait, why is Isaac seeing them somewhat okay? It's not like he's my boyfriend.. is he?' She looked over to Isaac as he finished putting the rest of the books on the bookshelf.
"There, all done with that," he said proudly and turned to Ophee, only to notice her staring at him, "What?"
"Uhm. What does last night make us?" She whispered as she placed the shirt in her hand on the bed. Isaac smiled softly and walked over to her, a hand finding its way to her waist to pull her closer while the other one touched her cheek.
"I'd like it to mean that you were my girlfriend," He replied just as quietly.
"Really?"
"Is that okay? Will you be my beautiful princess?"
Ophylia giggled slightly. This boy seemed to make her giggle a lot more than she was used to.
"I'd like to, yes."
Isaac flashed a smile before placing his lips on her's lightly. He pulled away and sighed, looking around the room, "We've still got a ways to go."
She nodded, going back to folding her shirts to put them in another drawer. They were finishing the last of the pile when they heard the front door open.
"You know, I don't know how to feel about the fact that you own not one, but two pairs like this," Isaac's voice made her turn around and she snatched the other pair from his hands, hitting him and yelling at him to get out.
"No, I'll finish it myself," She shoved him out the door and put the clothing in her hands in its rightful drawer before hanging up the last of her jeans. He knew she was joking, that she wasn't really mad, so he couldn't help but laugh when she huffed.
"Man, you just got thrown out," Scott's voice came from the hallway and Ophylia peered out to see Scott, Stiles, Derek and Cora standing next to Isaac laughing at him.
"Okay come in, now. Hurry before Heather comes to question us," She beckoned them all back in, squeezing Isaac's hand as he passed by and closed the door behind him.
"So what the hell happened? What was the big emergency?" Derek asked as he looked at the pictures on her mirror. Scott and Cora were sitting on her bed while Stiles played with a Lego she had on her nightstand.
"Uh, Isaac can probably explain it better. The scent's probably almost completely gone now that I cleaned the place up."
"Wait, Isaac was here when everything happened?"
"Well we don't know. When we got back here we stayed downstairs the entire night. We didn't know about her room getting torn apart until Heather woke us up today," Isaac stood next to Ophylia then.
"Wait, excuse me?" Stiles stopped what he was doing and looked to Isaac, "You spent the night?"
"Well, yah she said I could," He rubbed his neck subconsciously and held his breath.
"Seriously Stiles, now is not the time to do that talk," Ophylia spoke quickly, "Uhm, we're pretty sure it was a werewolf though. We don't know what it wanted. But nothing seemed to be missing when I cleaned up."
"No articles of clothing, shoes, a blanket of any sort?" Derek asked as he turned his attention to her.
"No, nothing. I don't think anyways."
"You sure you're not missing a pair of those-"
Ophylia cut him off by elbowing him in the side, "Ow! I was only joking."
"Everyone doesn't need to know about that Isaac!"
She laughed but he could hear her heart beating faster. He sighed and mumbled a 'fine' before shutting his mouth.
"Man, you sure have him on a leash," Cora joked, "Pun slightly intended."
Ophylia's eyes widened a bit and looked to Isaac, "What? No, I don't. That's just a topic people don't need to share."
"Something that stays between a girl and the boy who gets to see them?" Cora smirked.
Ophylia blushed red and shook her head, "No. That's not what I meant. I just-"
"Can we please stop with the sexual jokes and get back on the subject. It's not nice to tease her like that Cora," Stiles laid back onto her bed.
"It's fun though."
"Cora," Derek used a warning tone, "Play nice."
"Fine, whatever."
"So," Scott started the conversation up again, "You don't believe they took anything. You didn't hear or see anything. And you didn't find anything?"
"Well that's what I was getting to. There's something I saw when I was putting away my jeans. Isaac you were in the hallway so you didn't see it," Ophylia pushed passed Derek and opened her closet door again. She divided the clothes in half to reveal the back of her closet. On the wood was a sketch of a spiral. It looked like it had been carved in.
"That's not good. That's not good is it Derek? Totally not good," Stiles was at Ophylia's side in a second.
"You guys know what it is?"
"It's a mark of revenge," Isaac whispered, "A sign to tell us they're coming."
Ophylia reached for Isaac's hand then and gripped Stiles' hand with her other one.
"Is it in my closet to say that I'm the target? Or.."
"I don't know. But both you and Heather aren't safe anymore," Derek sighed, "She's not gonna be happy when I tell her that."
"Wait, what?" Ophylia turned around, "What exactly are you planning on telling her?"
"She hasn't told you," Derek looked to the small girl stunned.
"Told me what?"
"That I know that you and Stiles became friends with a pack," Heather's body was leaning against the door frame, "That you got yourselves involved in a battle that wasn't yours to fight in."