"I've been Scarlet Nerded"

Chapter One: Wolf Bites and New Girls
1x01: Wolf Moon

Ophelia  found herself lost in thought. That's how it always has been. The girl being lost in thought most of the time. It was like she was thinking but at the same time there was nothing on her mind. The world around her was huddled, not taking in her stargazed appearance.

School was starting back up the next day and whether she liked it or not she would have to attend. Her sister was the HBIC of her average sized highschool in her average sized town.

Beacon Hills high school was known for its high quality academics. That was the only reason she was attending that and the fact that she grew up here. Ophelia was smart.

Too smart for her own good. Her boyfriend Maxwell Jennings was the star of the lacrosse team well besides Jackson Whittemore who was like her brother. Literally that boy would break anyone's neck if they looked at her the wrong way. He trusted Max to take care of the pair, threatening any guy who even took a glance at the red head.

She sighed recently on a double date with Jackson and Lydia, her mind slowly popping her back into reality as she watched as Jackson eyes the hole in front of him determined to get his blue golf ball in.

It was a tricky hole, there was a windy green pretend hill that went under a stone bridge, and through an alligator's mouth, and  out the back of the alligator and there sat a perfect white hole for a perfect golf ball.

Ophelia really liked mini golf. It was one of her favorite things to do well besides go shopping. The girl loved dressing up in different outfits, with different accessories and perfume and lipstick to top it off.

She was exactly like her sister in some aspects. The two shared a lot of the same traits; both girls were extremely intelligent even though they tried their best not to show it.

They both loved shopping and fashion, spending hours at different stores to find the perfect outfits. Opehlia was a secret nerd. She watched Syfy movies and tv shows at home and wore huge glasses with bifocal lenses.

That girl was as blind as a bat without her contacts.  No one outside of the group knew about her four eyes and she intended on keeping it that way not wanting to ruin her reputation of course.

"Will you hurry up? I'm bored." Lydia whined, stomping her foot at her boyfriend.

Jackson turned around glaring at her before hitting his golf ball.  Ophelia  stood up following the blue balls movements as it whisked into the hole. 

They both cheered seeing as they were on the same team and kicking the other teams asses. The duo had won the game and Jackson
picked the strawberry blonde up by her hips and hugged her. As Lydia scowled, sticking her tongue out and pouting.

"Aww, is my wittle sister a sore loser!"  Ophelia beamed, putting a L sign with her fingers on her forehead. Max just laughed bringing his girlfriend into a hug which ended up being a full blown mini makeup out session.

The couples decided to go back to the Martin sister's house and occupy themselves hopefully until the next morning. Which was going to be the first day of sophomore year.

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The next day rolled around quickly as Stiles was anxiously waiting for the arrival of his childhood best friend. After the duo went into Beacon falls reserve late at night, looking for a dead body The spastic boy unfortunately got caught by the sheriff also known as his dad leaving his best friend in the forest alone.

Scott McCall got attacked in the woods that night by something he thought was a wolf. But there weren't any wolves in California so maybe his mind was playing tricks on him? Maybe he didn't see a wolf and it was just a stray animal?

Scott didn't care what it was; he was just glad to be alive and that he wasn't late for school.  He strode up on his bike just as Jackson was getting out of his Porsche. Max climbed out of the passenger side.

"Dude, Watch the paint job" he sassed, earning a glare from the Latino boy. He parked his bike in the bike rack taking off his helmet before locking it up and running over to Stiles who was anxiously waiting for his arrival.

"Okay let's see this thing," Stiles ordered his friend who lifted his shirt revealing a bandage. Stiles peeled back the bandaged gagging at the wound on his friend's side.

"It was too dark to see in the woods. But I'm pretty sure it was a  wolf" Scott says.

Scott went on to say he got attacked by a wolf and Stiles corrected his friend saying "there weren't any wolves in California" which didn't ease the boy's mind one bit.  Scott also mentioned to his friend how he found the other half of the body the pair were looking for.

"I'm gonna have nightmares for a month."  Scott says, putting his shirt down.

"Oh, God, that is freakin' awesome. I mean, this is seriously gonna be the best thing that's happened to this town since-Since the birth of Ophelia Martin." Stiles mutters as the strawberry blonde strode made past him, her hand interwoven with her boyfriends.

"Hey,Ophelia, you Look Like you're gonna ignore me." Stiles says as Ophelia  indeed does just that. Walking into the highschool with the rest of her friend group. 

"-You're the cause of this, you know."

"-Uh-huh."

"Dragging' me down to your nerd depths.I'm a nerd by association. I've been scarlet nerded by you." He explains walking to his class with his best friend who just shakes his head at the boy.

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"As you all know, there indeed was a body found in the woods Last night.And I am sure your eager Little minds are coming up with various macabre scenarios as to what happened. But I am here to tell you that the police have a suspect in custody, which means you can give your undivided attention to the syllabus which is on your desk outlining this semester." Mr. Curtis says as

Ophelia  was reapplying her lipstick in her compact mirror. She couldn't help but notice the eyes of the certain buzzcut boy watching her. She smacked the mirror closed, turning around and smirking at the boy who just opened his mouth slightly before averting his eyes back to the front of the room.

The strawberry blonde turned back in her seat eyeing the syllabus. This class was going to be a piece of cake. Just like every class. Ophelia was very smart. Almost all of the girls' classes were AP.

"CIass, this is our new student, AIIison Argent. Please  do your best to make her feel welcome. Thanks." Vince principal Walkins says his dreadful gray suit hanging off his nice frame. If he dresses better he would be the sexiest man ever. She thought.

"We'll  begin with Kafka's Metamorphosis, on page 133." Mr Curtis explained as  Ophelia  turned the pages pulling out a nail file. This class was going to be the death of her.

The thrill of the school bell screamed in the halls signaling that class was over. Ophelia  was so relieved, grabbing her  bag and walking towards her locker. Her red bottom heels clicked against the tile flooring.

Her red locks bounced to and fro.  She  blew a bubble with her  gum and twirled a strand of hair with a finger turning down another hall. She arrived at the  locker in now time seeing the new girl from early standing at one a few rows down.

"That jacket is absolutely killer. Where'd you get it?" her  sister asks, literally popping up out of nowhere.

"My mom was a buyer for a boutique back in San Francisco." the brunette replied looking back at Ophelia.

"And you are my new best friend. Sorry Phe" she jokes as  Ophelia shakes her head.

"I'm Ophelia Lydia's sister." she extends her  hand out for the girl  to shake. She does so smiling.

"Don't mind her. She was dropped on her head as a baby" Ophelia teases earning a scoff from her sister. As Lydia's boyfriend walks up.

"Hey, Jackson." She beams immediately making out with him.

"Okay really get a room you horn dogs." she sasses  hitting them with a folder that she had in her hands. Jackson just smirks at Ophelia . Bopping her on the nose with his index finger before going back to eating Lydia Martin's face. 

"Sorry about them, they are disgusting."  Allison laughs, her brown eyes full of happiness. 

"There's a smile, okay. I am officially going to be your tour guide for the rest of the day." she claps her locker closed before locking arms with Allison.

"So, this weekend, there's a party."

"A party?" Allison questions brows knitted in confusion.

"Yeah. Friday night. You should come." Jackson says as two arms snake around Ophelia's  waist. She  dropped her  arm from Allison's turning around to hug her boyfriend. Max who  smiles kissing her cheek.

"Uh, I can't. It's family night this Friday. Thanks for asking."

"You sure? I mean, everyone's going after the scrimmage."

"You mean like football?"

"Football's a joke in Beacon. The sport here is lacrosse." Max pipes up standing in between Jackson and Ophelia now.

"We've won the state championship for the past three years."

"Because of a certain captain and her co captain Lydia says poking Jackson in the stomach and squeezing my cheeks.

"You're damn right I kick ass" Ophelia smiles.

"Well, we have practice in a few minutes. That is, if you don 't have anywhere else"

"-Well, I was going to"

" -Perfect. You're coming"

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Lacrosse practice was about to start and Ophelia  was getting dressed in the locker room. Coach Finstock told her if she wanted to be on the team she had to change with the boys. It wasn't a challenge. It's not like she was getting naked in front of them.

It pissed Jackson and Max off the first day when all the guys started whistling at her. That day they tackled every guy extra hard telling them that if they whistled at her again they would break their knee caps.

Of course she didn't need them to do that. She could easily take care of herself. Being a triple threat and all. She did gymnastics, ballet, archery and mixed martial arts. Ophelia Martin was a bad ass and she looked good doing it all.

She didn't care about the stereotypes that everyone assumed she would be. She did whatever she wanted. Her sister tried to keep up with but Lydia was different. She didn't like getting her hands dirty by any means. Necessary.

Stiles and Scott trudged on the field with their lacrosse gear in their hands.

"But if you play, I'II have no one to talk to on the bench.

"Are you really gonna do that to your best friend?"

"I can't sit out again. My whole Life is sitting on the sidelines. This season, I made the first Iine." Scott explained as Coach Finnstock yelled his name.

After talking to the Coach the Latino boy was told her was going to be the goalkeeper. While he was not excited about it he was nervous but determined to make the first line.

The sound of Coach's whistle filled the teams ears causing Scott to wince. Ophelia  just groaned Coach was so annoying. Tyler was up first throwing his ball directly into Scott's face.

"Way to catch it with your face McCall!" Greenberg said, causing everyone to laugh except Ophelia.

Ophelia hated bullies and being on an all boys team it always reeked of testosterone. They were always trying to one up each other. She remembers when she first started meeting Max,  he was trying to impress her by throwing his ball in the air and doing a flip to catch it.

Let's just say she was impressed all right at the fact that he didn't even catch the ball, it landed right next to him and she just laughed so hard. He was so clumsy back then.

She watched as Scott jumped up shaking his head. After Tyler's shot he caught every ball with ease and she smirked as Jackson shoved Kyle from the front and Lane threw him a ball he ran towards the net and hurled the ball over his head watching it fly perfectly into Scott's lacrosse net. 

He grunted as Scott turned around tossing the ball over his shoulder. Ophelia caught the ball with her stick smiling at McCall. She was beginning to like this new version of Scott.

Throughout practice she was amazed by Scott's performance. Jackson and Max were pissed Scott McCall was taking their spotlight and they didn't like it one bit. The Martin girl didn't care about the spotlight so much.

She loved the adrenaline rush. Lydia always called her crazy for the things she did. But she loved feeling her heart beating so fast, her legs getting tingly and the butterflies in her stomach. After practice everyone ran into the locker room patting Scott on his shoulders.

"You did good out there." Ophelia said, patting him on the back.

"There were a few things you needed to work on. But other than that nice form" she smiles as Scott just looks at her mouth gaped.

"If you ever want any pointers Or extra practice I'm your gal." She smiled, patting Scott on the face.

"Same goes for you Stiles."

And with that the strawberry blonde goes to her locker getting changed back into her regular clothes. Her boyfriend was already attached to her hip as they walked out the door and to her car.

Stiles was awestruck; his childhood crush actually noticed him. He couldn't believe it. Ophelia Martin told him she would give him practice. Stiles couldn't believe this. First Scott was all of sudden good at lacrosse and now Ophelia  freaking Martin was talking to him and his best friend.

He always liked her  because even though Lydia was her twin sister they were nothing alike. Ophelia  was funny, she always kept the guys laughing, she never took shit from anyone and rocked everything she did. Opehlia  was a force and Stiles loved that about her she was truly the greatest thing he had ever laid his eyes on of course besides his jeep, Roscoe.

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The two best friends were currently trudging over a small stream in the woods. Scott had lost his inhaler that night he was attacked and he didn't want to search for it himself. Besides, Stiles was still questioning him about how he suddenly got good as Lacrosse.

"I don't know what it was. It was Like I had all the time in the world to catch the ball. And that's not the only weird thing. I can hear stuff I shouldn't be able to hear. Smell things."

"Smell things? Like what?"

" Like Mint Mojito gum in your pocket. I don't even have any Mint Mojito...." Stiles digs through the inside of his pocket pulling out a half eaten messily wrapped piece of gum as Scott raises his arms up in an "See told ya." type fashion. 

"So all this started with a bite." They continue on through the woods.

"What if it's Like an infection, Like my body's flooding with adrenaline before I go into shock or something?"

"You know what? I actually think I've heard of this. It's a specific kind of infection".

"Are you serious?" They stop walking as Stiles tries his best to put on a serious face.

"Yeah. Yeah, I think it's called Lycanthropy."

"What's that? Is that bad?"

" Oh, yeah, it's the worst. But only once a month."

"Once a month?"

" -Mmm-hmm."

"On the night of the full moon." Stiles howls like a wolf as Scoff kisses his teeth and shoves him before continuing on walking while Stiles laughs.

"Hey, man Hey, you're the one who heard a wolf howling."

"Hey, there could be something seriously wrong with me."

"I know! You're a werewolf!" Stiles growls as Scott sends him a look of frustration.

" Okay, obviously I'm kidding. But if you see me in shop class trying to melt all the silver I can find, it's 'cause Friday's a full moon." Stiles jokes as Scott stops in his tracks. He begins looking around before kneeling down.

"No, I could have sworn this was it.I saw the body, the deer came running.I dropped my inhaler."

"Maybe the killer moved the body."

"If he did, I hope he Left my inhaler. Those things are Like 80 bucks." Scott whines digging through the falling leaves on the ground. Stiles bounces back on the balls of his feet letting out a snort as a figure in all black is seen staring at the two boys. Stiles looks up, noticing the figure before jumping and hitting Scott's arm. Scott stands as Derek Hale approaches the best friends.

"What are you doing here? Huh? This is private property." he asks as Stiles scratches the back of his head.

"Uh, sorry, man, we didn't know."

"Yeah, we were just Looking for something, but Uh, forget it." Scott's hazel eyes are staring into Derek's brown ones as he says nothing Tossing the inhaler towards the boys. Scott catches it immediately before Derek simply walks off.

"AII right,I gotta get to work."  Scott says nonchalantly.

"Dude, that was Derek Hale. You remember, right? He's only a few years older than us."

"-Remember what?"

" -His family. They all burned to death in a fire, Iike, 10 years ago."

"I wonder what he's doing back." Scott says as Stiles scoffs and walks off yelling for Scott to come on so he can drop him off at work.

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"жената с О е избраната. жената с О е избраната.  жената с О е избраната!" it was dark in the woods as Ophelia looked around, the voices were chanting at her growing louder each time. She kept looking around trying to find out where the sound was coming from who was speaking to her. But nothing was there, just darkness and yelling.

She was panicked, scared of what lurked beyond her view. She couldn't see much, just darkness and the sound of  heart thumping loudly in chest. There was an ear piercing scream that rippled through the air as she jerked awake.

Ophelia shoots up from her sleep looking around her room and panting. Trying to calm herself from the dream she had. It was nerve wracking more than anything. Being trapped in a place of unknown.

She looked at her clock and decided to get ready for school, taking a shower. By the time she gets out Lydia is already in her bathroom plugging in the curling irons. She smiles greeting her sister before putting on their morning playlist the two getting ready in a comfortable silence before driving to school.

The ride to school was filled with Lydia talking about plans for her party and Ophelia nodding her head ever so often to let her know she was still listening. Classes came and went and after a while it was time for the Captain to get onto the field  Elimination practice. 

She knew there was no way in hell she was getting Eliminated. She was the best damn player on the team and she was also the coach's favorite. He started to like Ophelia the more he saw how determined she was to play. Not just to prove that this wasn't an all male sport but to show that she could take anything that Coach Finstock would throw at her and he liked that.

She was gearing up to run onto the field when Coach blew his whistle.

"Let's go! Gather round! Bring it in, come on! Come on!" he yells as everyone gathers around Ophelia stans between Jackson and Max tying her hair up into a ponytail.

"Got a question, McCall?" he asks towards the latin boy as Opehlia turns her head seeing Scott next to Jackson.

"-What?"

" -You raised your hand.You have a question?"

" -Oh, no. I was just, uh Nothing. Sorry."

"Okay.You know how this goes.If you don't make the cut, you're most Likely sitting on the bench for the rest of the season.You make the cut, you play.Your parents are proud." he smiles at Ophelia squeezing her cheek with his hand as she just rolls her eyes. "Your girlfriend Loves ya! Huh?" he shakes Max's head around while he is wearing his helmet trying to get him hyped up.  "Everything else is cream cheese. Now, get out there and show me what you got! Come on!"

The game goes like this. Ophelia gets passed the ball weaving through the crowd with ease before throwing it into the net. Causing everyone to cheer. This happens a few times before she's blocked in and Decides to pass the ball to the person nearest her which just so happened to be Scott Mccall he catches it with ease and begins running towards the goal only to be tackled by Jackson. Ophelia grimaces at the sight hoping Scoots okay.

The next thing is drills. It's her against Greenberg, trying to see who can get the ball from the two and make it to the net. Coach blows the whistle and she grabs the ball quickly tackling Greenberg, so hard he flies in the air over her shoulder and onto the ground first. She makes the ball into the net as Coach cheers and yells at Greenberg teasing him about how a girl kicked his ass.

The next two up are Max and Tyler. Ophelia watches as they do the drill Tyler beats Max as she sighs sadly knowing that if Max doesnt step up he will be on the bench. He walks over to her where she is standing watching the Next drill which is Jackson and Scott.

Coach blows the whistle as Scott quickly takes the ball before Jackson even has time to process it.

He begins weaving around different people trying to tackle him as three guys make a barricade in front of the net he somersaults over top of them throwing the ball into the net as the crowd cheers and Ophelia can't help but cheer as well clapping and whistling loudly.

Max takes note getting a bit jealous at her act and Stiles watches his friend with a bit of concern. Everyone on the field huddles up and surrounds the Mccall boy into a hug.

" McCall! Get over here!" Coach yells to Scott who runs over as  Ophelia sighs knowing Coach wasn't too happy about what Scott did she walks over standing next to coach this time. " What in God's name was that? This is a Lacrosse field.What, are you trying out for the gymnastics team?"

"No, Coach."

"What the hell was that?"

" I don't know. I was just trying to make the shot."

"Coach-" Ophelia is about to speak up when he cuts her off.

"Yeah, well, you made the shot. And guess what? You're startin', buddy. -You made first Iine." He hits Scotts shoulder aggressively before walking off. Ophelia looks at him with wide eyes.

"Look who made first line. Everybody!" Ophelia yells holding up Scott's arm as the crowd cheers behind them.

"Nice to have you on the line with me." she smiles at him before walking off towards Jackson and Max.

"What was that?" Jackson growls as Ophelia is undressing in the locker room.

"What was what?" she asks, stuffing her lacrosse  pads in her locker.

"With Mccall you being all nice and supportive. Is it that time of month?" She slams the locker closed, glaring at him and pulls on her shirt. It falls just past her hips stopping at her leggings. It was after practice so she could put on some comfy clothes before she heard home to shower and get ready for Lydia's party.

"You know, just because your ego is so big and constantly needs to be flattered every five minutes doesnt mean you have the right to be the biggest asshole on the face of the earth. Another thing I am always nice to everyone, you're just too busy fluffing your ego to notice and lastly say some misogynistic shit like that again and I'll kick your ass Jack." she smirks as he just scowls at her.

"Okay well I have to go help Lydia with her party. Try not to die from the lack of compliments until Lydia's party tonight. See ya." She throws a peace sign in his direction before walking out and up to her car driving home to help Lydia with her party.

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Ophelia had managed to get all the decorating done for the party with only a few minutes left to get ready. She quickly showered and threw on a velvet red crop top which slouched a bit near the cleavage area and some high waisted black jeans with some heels.

She walked down the stairs seeing the party in full swing and made her way over to the keg stand. She was a little toasty after a few drinks and the fact she took shots before she got ready. A little bit of pregame before the party.

After a couple hours she was a bit at the stage of drinking her licked. Where your skin gets hot and tingly but your mind is still a bit alert. She was walking through the crowd of people when she bumps into someone spilling her drink onto herself. She simply giggles as the plastic cup rattles once it hits the floor.

"Oh-my I am so sorry." The person in front of her seems panicked as she looks up from her spilled beverage meeting a pair of hazel eyes.

"It's okay I spilled my own drink on myself." She begins laughing really hard. "I am so clumsy."  she continues to laugh as Stiles just stares at her with awe.

A person walking by shoves her a bit as she stumbles a bit causing Stiles to grip onto her waist. She sniffs his shirt smiling at the scent of Cherries with a hint of nutmeg. Before lifting up her head to meet his gaze.

"Stiles Isn't it?" she asks as he simply gulps quickly. "Take me on a date first." She teases talking about his hand on her waist he jumps back from her causing her to throw her head back into a laugh.

"You know who I am?"

"Yes of course. I am captain of the lacrosse team and I do like to know who is on my team." she smiles drunkenly before sighing.

"There is beer on me and it's sticky." She sighs pulling at her top as Stiles looks at her with wide eyes taking off his jacket and covering her body while she strips out of her shirt.

"Stiles you don't need to cover me. It's fine I am wearing a bra under this."  she says as he continues to look away from her not wanting to catch sight of anything.

"What are you doing?" Max says from behind Stiles as Ophelia just groans turning her shirt inside out so she can put it back on.

"Max please dont fucking start." she pulls the top over her head before gently pushing Stiles arms out of the way sending him a thankful smile. Which causes him to Blush.

"You are seriously stripping infront of all these people."

"No, I spilled beer on my shirt and relaxed. I was wearing a bra and besides, Stiles was blocking everyone's view with his coat." She gestures towards the Buzzcut boy behind them.

"Who the fuck is Stiles?"

"Seriously, would it kill you and Jack to learn everyone's names?" She walks over to the keg getting more beer.

"Listen I don't care about the Miles dude if you pull some shit like this again we are done." he snarls as she scoffs at him she says nothing throwing her drink at his face.

"You don't own me, I am not your property and you don't get to tell me what I can and can't do." and with that she storms off leaving a very wet Maxwell to figure out what to do. 

Ophelia was standing outside when Scott Mccall bumped past her. She looked up a bit concerned it wasn't like him to bump into someone and not apologize. She watches as he gets into his car and speeds off before turning to see Allison next to her.

"Hey Ally everything alright?" she asks as Allison looks at Scott's car which is half way down the street by now.

"Yeah Scott just left so abruptly I hope he is okay."

"Yeah me too."

"Hey, are you still staying the night like we planned?" she asks as Ophelia thinks back to their conversation earlier in the day.

"Yeah, you brought my change of clothes to your house already?" Allison nods as two smile

" AIIison." the two ladies turn seeing a dark haired guy with a dazzling smile and leather jacket.

"I'm a friend of Scott's. My name's Derek." he smiles at the two women.

"Oh Hi! I'm Ophelia. A friend of Allison's" Ophelia extends her hand for Derek to shake and he does so a bit annoyed already by the woman's presence.

"Uh okay. Anyways Should we call a cab to go to your place cause we've been drinking and driving would not be smart."

"Yeah, works for me." Allison shrugs with a smile as Ophelia starts to pull out her phone Derek stops her placing his hand on her phone.

"Why don't I give you ladies a ride? I mean Scott would be appreciative." he says as Ophelia and Allison look at each other before nodding.

"Okay sure." They smile at him as Derek leads them to his car.

The ride is silent due to the fact that Ophelia and Allison on their phones sending each other text messages and Meme's, they hadn't noticed Derek watching them intently.

He pulls up at Allison's house as the two girls thank him for the ride and pile inside. Allison introduces Ophelia to her mom who is so happy to see her daughter making friends before the two grab a few snacks and head up to Allison's room.

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Scott was in his bathtub sitting there with the shower running on top of him. He was shirtless wearing nothing but sweatpants. He groaned at the sound of the faucet squeaking and watched as nails began to protrude from his fingertips.

He turned off the shower and wiped the condensation from the mirror seeing fangs appear from either side of his teeth before pouding started happening at his bedroom door.

"Go away."

"-Scott, it's me." Scott walks over to his bedroom door cracking it open a bit his leaning  his face and body up behind the door and out of view from Stiles.

" Let me in, Scott. I can help."

"No! Listen, you gotta find AIIison."

"She's fine, all right? I saw her and Ophelia get a ride from the party. She's totally fine" Stiles tries to reassure his friend.

"No, I think I know who it is."

"You just Let me in. We can try."

" It's Derek. Derek Hale is the werewolf. He's the one that bit me.He's the one that killed the girl in the woods."

"Scott, Derek's the one who drove AIIison from the party." Stiles explains as Scott closes the door quickly.

"Scott!" he bangs on the door while his best friend hops out the window already going to find Derek Hale to give him a piece of his mind. Or rip him to shreds who knows?

Stiles hopes in his jeep driving to Allison's house and scrambles out of the car forgetting to close the door behind him he frantically rings the doorbell beating on the front door. When Mrs. Argent answers. Her blue eyes scanning over the boy in front of her.

"Hi, Mrs.Argent.You have no idea who I am.I'm a friend of your daughter's.Uh, Iook, this is gonna sound kind of crazy, really crazy, actually. -You know what? Crazy doesn't"

"-AIIison! It's for you.'' She cuts him off stepping to the side as Allison and Ophelia appear from the railing on the top of the stairs.

The two girls were in their pjs. Ophelia smiling at Allison she hadn't noticed Stiles at the door until she followed Allison's gaze covering her face Immediately, there was no way another person from school was about to tell everyone how he had seen her in her glasses and no makeup.

"Stiles?"

"Just came to make sure you guys got back safe."

"Oh that's nice of you. Yeah, tell Scott's friend thanks." she smiles trying her best not to laugh at Ophelia who was practically burying herself in her sweatshirt.

"Ophelia?" Stiles asks as she curses to herself pulling her head down from her sweatshirt.

"Hey Stiles uh yeah thanks for checking on us we are fine." She tries her best not to glare at Allison who is laughing from next to her.

"Okay....uh"

"See you at school." Stiles and Ophelia say at the same time causing Allison to gasp holding back her laugh more.

With that Mrs. Argent closes the door leaving Stiles there stunned. He didn't know Ophelia wore glasses and now that he had he loved her more. She was so beautiful.

The way the tortoise shell glasses framed her face stopped above her cheeks and brought out the green in her eyes. She was truly a masterpiece and he was too stunned to speak. He was confused as to why she was hiding her face, was she ashamed of how she looked in her glasses? She shouldn't be, Ophelia was literally perfect.

"Don't" she turns to Allison who is practically on the floor dying from laughter.

"Oh come on!" she yells from behind Ophelia who was walking back towards her room.

The two got ready in the morning and went to school meeting up with Lydia. The day went by rather quickly which was nice because Ophelia was too tired to do anything else. Allison had yet to talk with Scott. Ophelia explained to Finstock how she needed to run home to grab her gear and that it would only take a second.

Lydia told her to find a different ride cause she drove with Jackson and there was no way he was going to let her use his precious car. Ophelia didn't want to not play without gear and after trying to find a ride she was convinced she would have to play without any.

"Here you can use mine." Stiles handed his gear over to her as Ophelia looked up from where she stood.

"I can't do that Stiles, you need your gear."

"I'm mostly on the bench anyway. Please take my gear. Otherwise I will have to beg and I don't think you want to see me do that." his hand outstretched with his gear in it. As Ophelia laughs before taking the gear from the boy.

"Thankyou I owe you. Okay whatever it is, you name it and I'll do it." she smiles at the boy before quickly pulling the gear on and running off towards the field. To talk with Coach.

Stiles smiles happily as he watches Ophelia from the bench wearing his gear. Making his heart swoon little did he know that hers was fluttering too. If only he knew.

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