CHAPTER NUMBER FOURTEEN.
season number four episode perishable!

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            LIAM DUNBAR AND SCOTT MCCALL SAT ON OPHELIA'S BED SIDE BY SIDE NERVOUSLY. Melissa gave Scott the heads up that Ophelia being released from the hospital— and he hadn't seen her in a while. He spoke to Stiles after he went tell Ophelia he had 'died,' and from what he gathered it wasn't too good. The guilt tingling at the bottom of his stomach made his palms sweat as he and Liam awaited her arrival... An awkward silence swallowed the pair as the boys thought of things to talk about. "I tried visiting her room last night—" Liam informed his alpha, referring to Ophelia. "But her mom said she didn't want to see me for awhile..." He grumbled.

Scott rolled his eyed as he side looked his beta. "Why do you keep doing that?" He asked Liam with an irritated tone of voice...

Liam furrowed his brows confused. "Keep doing what?" He questioned, his fingers fiddling with Ophelia's white duvet.

"Acting like Ophelia's boyfriend or something..." Scott grimaced at the thought. Liam's face paled— and Scott heard his heart beat skip a beat when her name was mentioned. He wasn't one to get possessive, but he couldn't help the jealousy seeping in his veins as Liam's cheeks went a deep red.

Liam opened his mouth to defend himself, but the sound of tires rolling over concrete hit their ears. Scott jumped and looked out the window to see Ophelia and her parents rolling in the driveway— his chest feeling like it caved in when her mom stepped out the car to help her grab onto the crutches. Her face dull and lifeless, with blue and red swirling underneath her eyes like bags. He stumbled back, Liam still sitting on the bed as he watched Scott's face turn sour at her appearance. Taking in a deep breath, he realized he affected her more than he thought he would. He was deeply regretting not telling her the whole plan— and the sound of her voice from down the stairs made his heart break at the rasped sound. He and Liam shared a look as Scott returned to his seat on the bed, his head in his hands as he thought over things he wanted to tell her to make things better. He was terrified she wouldn't forgive him for doing such a terrible thing...

Ophelia on the other hand, was struggling to get up the stairs with the metal crutches creating a rash underneath her arms. A forced smile on her lips as her father's arms held most of her weight to keep her from collasping. It was a struggle— but Ophelia pushed through it until her room door came into view. "I got it now, dad." She murmured, hopping a few steps. "I just want to have some time alone." Ophelia assured when she saw his worried expression...

"I'll come get you in a few hours." He said a bit hesitant. "What something special for dinner, princess?" Robert questioned as he turned to trot back down the staircase.

"Whatever you want is fine..." She promised. Robert grinned and nodded, making Ophelia sigh as he started to be out of sight. Ophelia felt like each moment that passed were torturous, because it was each moment she was living without Scott. The person she had come to adore with just a few touches. Her hand burned as it wrapped around the doorknob— the memories of their first kiss lingering in the room. It took all she had to swallow down her tears and turn the knob, while pushing back her sadness....

With her attention pointed to the floor, Ophelia licked her lips and threw her crutches on the carpeted floor. She couldn't be bothered with the burning rash that was forming in the crevices of her armpit. Ophelia used her left arm to lean on the wall as she ran a hand down her face that was clogged with oils. "Welcome home, Ophelia..."

The voice was small, and delicate.
A soft melodic song that Ophelia wanted to keep on repeat so she'd never forget how sweet it sounded rolling off the tongue. Her heart reminisced the sound... More tears welled in the ducts as she refused to look up— in fear of who'd she would find sitting there.

Her eyes flickered up to see him standing there, a timid Liam in the background. Her mind went to the worst things imaginable and she grimaced. "Please tell me—" She looked at Liam in fear...

"Alive." Scott cut her off, shuffling from the duvet to the wall where she stood. Her eyes clenched shut in absolute denial. "Ophelia, I'm alive." He slithered his hands to cup her cheek. His warmth made Ophelia become putty with just the simple touch of his fingetips. She wanted to relish in the moment, to wrap her arms around him and feel secure. But she was too afraid that if she'd open her eyes, it would all be just an illusion that her mind made up to trick her.

Trembling, Scott's chest ached as she collapsed into her chest sobbing. He didn't think she'd be affected this much— with one lie. "Baby look at me." Though Ophelia shook her head... "Please look at me." He begged.

Choking on a few breaths, Ophelia found the courage to look up at him. Her eyes glimmering with stars as the caramel coated, crooked jaw werewolf that stole her heart from the moment he dropped the book in front her feet... "Stiles—" she choked on the words. "He told me someone killed you!"

Scott sighed, grabbing her hand and placing it on his chest. The rapidness of his heartbeat made the tips of her fingers tingle. "We had a plan... To catch the benefactor by making him think I was dead. We had to make it believable— I knew he'd be watching, and I didn't have enough time to tell you what we were doing when you were put in the hospital. I never meant to make you so upset, princess. If I would have known I would've—"

Ophelia's expression softened at his explanation. She wasn't thrilled he didn't tell her what he planning on doing, but she didn't want to ruin the moment. "You could've gotten hurt." She pointed out frowning.

Scott pursed his lips as he grabbed her hands again— "But I'm fine..." He assured, pressing his hands against her cheek. "Nothing happened to me. I promise."

Ophelia's chest felt heavy as she looked up at him. His eyes as clear as day. A sight she'd never be able to erase. "Scott McCall—" she whispered, a chill running up her spine. "I think I'm going to end up in love with you." Her voice was barely above a whisper, but both Scott and Liam heard it. The Dunbar teen's face falling just an inch.

The corners of his mouth turned up as she snaked his grip around her waist. It was the most priceless smile he could muster... "That's good because I'm a step ahead." Scott pressed his lips to her forehead, bringing her into a hug as she dived her head into his chest. Her emotions jumping around in all different directions as she clutched onto him.

Liam rocked back on his heels as he watched them, a part of him becoming a bit envious of their intimate moment. He didn't know his feelings for Ophelia— but he knew he didn't like Scott's obvious liking towards her. Clearing his throat, he caught Ophelia's attention... "Aren't you excited to see me?"

Ophelia giggled as she shifted to the side, to find Liam standing there with a crooked smile. Throwing him a closed mouth grin, Ophelia opened her arms to Liam. "I'm always excited to see you—" she promised.

Liam felt safe wrapped in her arms. Something about her was just comforting to be around. Ophelia pulled away, but kept her arm around his shoulders to keep her balance. "Just wait until I see Stiles again—" Ophelia murmured to no one in particular...

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            OPHELIA STOOD BESIDE SCOTT AS DEREK INSPECTED PARISH'S ARMS AND HANDS. Ophelia watched as Parish stood there confused, while Derek kept turning his arms over to look at it more. She remembered Scott talking about how he was on the deadpool, but wasn't sure what he was. "He covered you in gasoline?" Derek asked, recieving a nod.

            "It's the hair and nails isn't it? The parts of the body that are essentially dead." Lydia pointed out as she saw that Parish had those despite being set on fire in his car.

            "I was set on fire. All of me should be gone." Parish argued, still not understanding this whole thing. Ophelia stood there without making a sound, swinging a bit on her crutches. It took a lot of convincing to let her parents allow her out of the house, but with a few longing looks to her father she was out.

            "Not if you're like us." Scott smirked.

            "Like you?" Parish asked.

            "I don't think he's like us." Denied Derek, who still didn't have a clue about him.

            "Then what is he?" Chirped Ophelia, making everyone's eyes flicker to the blonde. Lydia sent her a small smile, just to make her feel a bit more comfortable around them.

            Derek crossed his arms, something Ophelia noticed he did alot. "Sorry but I have no idea—" he shrugged, disappointing them.

            "But you knew about Jackson and Kira." Scott pointed out to him. Ophelia resisted rolling her eyes at the sound of Jackson's name. Her memories of the Whittemore teen was anything but nice...

            "This is a little bit out of my experience." Explained Derek. "There might be something in the bestiary. Did you try Argent?" He asked. Ophelia assumed he was asking about Allison's dead— which made her think about the last time she saw Allison. She was coming less and less as the weeks progressed, and it was starting to make her wonder if something more was happening.

            "I don't know where he is."

            "Okay hold on— what's a bestiary? Actually... that's not even my first question. Just tell me one thing, are all of you like Lydia and Ophelia? Are you all psychic?"

            Ophelia bit back her laugh at Parish's cluelessness. She found the older man to be quite adorable at times. Scott must have heard the acceleration in her heartbeat, because he snapped his head to the side while furrowing his eyebrows. Ophelia met his gaze and shrugged innocently— turning her attention back to Parish. "I see dead people."

            Her blurt made everyone's attention turn back to her, and Parish seemed to be taken off guard. Ophelia shrugged and sighed. "It's the truth." She defended, causing Scott to slip a hand around her waist.

            "She's new to this whole thing."

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            PARISH WAITED IN THE CAR TO BRING OPHELIA HOME. Her and Scott walked hand in hand. "You can always sleep over." Scott told her, his fingers tangling themselves in her blonde hair.

            Ophelia blushed, avoiding his gaze. "That's not such a good idea—" she mumbled as Scott's hand cupped her cheek. His thumb brushing the sides as while staring down at her. Ophelia leaned into his touch, wrapping her fingertips around his hand. "I better go."

            Scott sighed but nodded. "I'll see you tomorrow." He promised, dipping down to connect their lips. The kiss was short— but he deepened the kiss by running his tongue along her bottom lip. She gasped at the feeling, her her hands balling up at the sides. He took the opportunity to slip his tongue in her mouth, exploring the unseen territory. Ophelia felt a moan bubble in the back her throat, which made her pull away from him. She swallowed as she gaped up at him, her cheeks feeling hot. "I'm sorry—" Scott stuttered. "I didn't mean to take it that far." He muttered embarrassed. Ophelia didn't answer, and Scott picked up her crutches that were leaning against the wall. Ophelia took them, their hands brushing against eachother for a second. It was enough to make Ophelia's hairs stand up on her arm. "See you tomorrow." Scott whispered, pecking her forehead. However, Ophelia was speechless.

            Scott walked behind Ophelia, so he could help her climb into the car. He waited until she was settled into the seat before placing her crutches in the back. With one last glance, Ophelia sent him a warm smile— waving as Parish began to back out. "So, you see dead people huh?" Parish asked, shifting the mood. He could tell she was feeling a bit of uneasiness and the air becoming was thick.

            "And you get set on fire?" Ophelia quipped, raising an eyebrow at the officer. Parish laughed as he glanced at her. "But to answer your question— yes. I see dead people. All kinds of them." She grinned.

            "Your life is way more interesting than mine..." Parish joked, chuckling under his breath. "Being set on fire was the highlight of this week. I wish I was joking—" he sighed.

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             OPHELIA WAS WALKING DOWN THE HALLS— something didn't feel right. Her crutches being the only sound in her ears as she tried to find what she was looking for. There someone, their voice a centimeter over a whisper as she tried to follow them. She knew doing that could lead to something far more dangerous than before, but it just kept attracting her. But it was when she circled into an empty classroom, that all her questions would be answered.. "Charlie!"

            Ophelia didn't have a second to think because the door behind her slammed closed— the wind knocking her hair in a different direction. His face was like stone. But it was just how she remembered it to be. His hair still a dark but vibrant ginger color, his smile still ask wickedly beautiful as before. His name made her want to gag because it slipped so smooth off the tip of her tongue. "Ophelia Cooper—" he grinned at her terrified expression. The distance between them unsettling his satisfaction, he moved closer, making her step back until she hit the wall.

            "Still beautiful," he cooed. His arms behind his back like every movie villain known to man. But it didn't stop him from looking like something God had created— or perhaps even the Devil... "I didn't think you'd ever change." He began, sliding on the top of the desk to take a seat. "I expected you to be the depressed, misunderstood Ophelia Cooper from kindergarten, but how wrong I was, huh? Think a couple of friends make you someone—" he asked with a snarl— "well it doesn't." Ophelia regulated her breathing. She refused to show him how scared she was. Putting on a brave face was harder than it seemed. "And it seems you replaced me already? I mean I think it would take more than a couple of years to get over someone like me, don't you think?" Charlie hummed.

            "What do you want Charlie?" Ophelia asked through gritted teeth. A fire was building up in her bloodstream— and she wanted to explode. But he danced across the classroom with such grace, it distracted her for a moment. He was good at distractions.

            The ginger picked up a textbook, pretending to be interested in the pages. "You know, Ophelia, I did miss you." A smirk glided onto his lips. "Didn't you miss me?"

            She never got a chance to answer, for before she could blink he was in front of her. "I'll be back soon—" he cackled out an irritating laugh that buzzed in her ears, before disappearing without another word.

authors note:
please tell me if you like the story so far.
i've been working really hard to make
good content for you all— and i hope it's
paying off. do you think scott and ophelia
are moving too fast? and should their be
a love triangle between liam, scott, and o?