Opia

Chapter 15

"STILES STILINSKI, GET YOUR FILTHY HANDS OFF OF MY PHONE!"

Leila McCall was running around the house after the hyperactive Stiles Stilinski, not using her werewolf speed so it'd be an even race.

Leila was racing against her twin brother, Scott McCall. Stiles wanted Leila to win, so he took her phone without her realizing and started running.

"NO WAY, LEI!"

"MISCHIEF, GET YOUR ASS OVER HERE THIS FUCKING INSTANT!"

Stiles turned around and stuck his tongue out, but he tripped over his feet and went sprawling on the ground. Leila picked up her phone as she kept running, winning the race.

"Ha!" She stuck out her tongue. "That's what you get, asshat!" She did a miny victory dance, making the two boys laugh. She stopped and looked into Stiles's eyes, making Scott gag and turn away.

"Stop it, you two! Your like lovebirds!"

Leila's eyebrows raised, but Stiles blushed. "If you think that is acting like lovebirds, you should see you and Ally. That's scarring."

Stiles laughed and slowly got up off the ground. The trio began to walking to the McCall household, finally relaxing from the chaotic semester.

"Opia," Leila suddenly said. Her hands were in her pockets, but she said it casually. "Do you know what that is?"

Stiles nodded and Scott shook his head simultaneously.

"Well, Scott, it's the feeling of looking into someone's eyes and feeling the ambiguous feeling of seeing vulnerability but also feeling as if you're invading privacy. That's what I always felt when I looked into your eyes. Opia."

"Oh," mumbled Scott. "Makes sense."

Leila nodded. "Yeah. I sorta felt it looking into Peter's eyes, too, y'know."

Both boys looked at her in shock. "Really?"

She chuckled and rolled her eyes. "Sometimes I feel like you two are more like twins than Scott and I are. But, yeah, I did. I mean; he was only doing it to get revenge on the people that hurt his family. Makes sense."

"But you wouldn't do it, right?" demanded Stiles.

"No," stated the teenage girl as she inhaled and exhaled deeply. A small smirk appeared on her face as she turned and started walking backwards. "I have a question."

"I'm scared." Leila rolled her eyes at her brother's comment.

"Hardey har-har." Leila pushed Scott's shoulder. The smirk appeared once again. "Let's race."

"I'm gonna fail, though!" Stiles whined.

"You're doing in."

"No."

"Yes."

"Do I have to say it in Spanish? Noh."

Leila laughed sarcastically and grabbed Stiles's hand. "Well, might as well run with me."

"If I end up in the hospital, it's your fault."

"Deal. Now, let's go."

Scott watched as his best friend and twin sister completely forgot about him, leaving him standing twenty feet away.

"I'M TAKING CREDIT WHEN YOU TWO BECOME A COUPLE!" he suddenly yelled.

Now, it was both Leila and Stiles's turn to blush. "Shut up!"

Scott rolled his eyes. "Oh, I'm getting them together, even if it's the last thing I do."

"I CAN HEAR YOU!" A pause. "STILINSKI, GIVE ME BACK MY DAMN BOOK!"