Touch | Lydia Martin

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"Alright, no need to be a dick about it."

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"Don't I need to go and get my timetable before I go to class?" Charlotte asks.

"You can get it later. Just stick with me for the rest of the day, I wanna know more about you." Lydia replies.

"There's nothing really interesting about me to know..." Charlotte trails.

"Why don't I believe you?" Lydia asks, making Charlotte raise her eyebrows.

"Trust me, there's nothing interesting to know." Charlotte chuckles before they walk into their first class.

"Miss. Martin. Happy you're here, not happy you're late." The teacher sighs.

"It's for a good reason." Lydia justifies, whilst Charlotte stands behind her awkwardly.

The teacher looks up, instantly spotting Charlotte, making him instantly sit up straighter.

"Right, name?" The teacher asks the Hale.

"Charlotte." She replies.

She tries to ignore the feeling of eyes staring right at the back of her head, making her grow nervous.

"Last name?" The adult asks.

"...Hale." Charlotte replies reluctantly.

As soon as she says her last name, the entire class look at each other with shocked looks, already whispering about her.

Now Lydia knows why she's been so closed off.

When Charlotte turns around, she instantly sees Stiles and Scott quickly look away and turn to each other.

When Stiles and Scott glance back at her, she sends him a small, shy smile before she turns back to Lydia.

"Thank you. I'll be right back with you time table, but as of right now, take a seat." The teacher sends her a nod before he stands up.

As he walks out of the classroom, Charlotte and Lydia go and take a seat near the back of the classroom, a few seats over from Scott and Stiles.

As Charlotte sits down, she freezes at the amount of stares aimed towards her.

This makes her nervous state increase drastically quickly, making her quickly look away from everyone, her hands shaking and her claws piercing her palms so she doesn't lose control.

Lydia, seeing like this, looks back at everyone with a glare.

"Don't you have anything better to do then just stare at her?" Lydia asks, her voice snappy, making everyone quickly turn back around.

"Thank you." Charlotte mutters, quickly retracting her claws so it just looks like her nails had cut through her skin.

"It's alright. Are you okay?" Lydia asks her quietly.

"Yeah. Just... you got any tissue?" Charlotte asks the strawberry blonde.

"Yeah, hang on." Lydia nods, quickly putting her bag on her lap to find her pack of tissues.

"Here." Lydia mutters, handing her the pack before putting her bag down on the floor.

"Thanks." Charlotte mutters again, opening the palms of her hands and cleaning the blood.

When it's all cleaned up, all Lydia can see is a few scratches.

"That caused a lot of blood." Lydia whispers.