Touch | Lydia Martin

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"Oh for fucks sake."

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"We have a problem, and it's a really big problem." Stiles tells Charlotte as soon as he sees her walk onto the LacCrosse field.

"Are you hurt?" Charlotte asks.

"No." Stiles shakes his head.

"Is Lydia hurt?"

"No."

"Is Allison hurt?"

"No."

"Is Scott hurt?"

"No."

"Then why are you wasting my time, Jeep Boy?" Charlotte asks with furrowed eyebrows.

"Allison's dad is a werewolf hunter." Stiles tells her.

"I know." Charlotte nods, making Stiles splutter and go wide eyed.

"You know?" Stiles asks.

"Of course I do. My whole family were werewolves, her family are werewolf hunters... we keep tabs on this." Charlotte explains, making Stiles nod.

"Wait, how the hell do you even know?" Charlotte asks, confusion written all over her face.

"Her dad is the one who shot Scott in the arm last night, with a crossbow." Stiles answers, making Charlotte tense.

"Her dad's back?" Charlotte asks in shock, making Stiles look at her in confusion.

"What kind of a question is that?" Stiles asks.

"It's a stupid one, I know." Charlotte nods, subconsciously running a hand through her hair.

Nervousness fills her body, making her hands start to shake, but this time, she allows it to take over her once calm state.

She takes a deep breath, closing her eyes before Stiles could notice them flash a golden colour.

She opens her eyes again, jumping when she sees Stiles in front of her, looking at her worriedly.

"Charlotte? You good?" Stiles asks, his voice quiet so he doesn't make her more nervous with his natural loud voice.

"Asses on the field!" Coach yells at the LacCrosse players before he blows his whistle, making Charlotte flinch a little.

"Yeah..." Charlotte nods, her voice slightly shaky, making her inwardly curse.

"Hey, Lydia's on the bleachers, why don't you go up there and I'll come and see if you're okay in a sec?" Stiles suggests, making Charlotte send him a look.

"I'm not a child." Charlotte shakes her head.

"Yeah, but you look like you're about to have a panic attack, and from experience, it's better to prevent them when you have someone with you. Why not your two favourite people?" Stiles asks with a smile, making Charlotte let out a small chuckle.

"You and Lydia aren't my favourite people." Charlotte shakes her head.

"Don't fool yourself, Hale, now go and sit next to Lydia." Stiles tells her.

Charlotte sends him a thankful smile before she turns around, walking over to Lydia, who is again sitting alone.

"Hi Arlo." Lydia smiles when she sits next to the red head, making Charlotte send her a small smile.

The two girls sit in a comfortable silence, watching the LacCrosse practise with slight bored faces.

Charlotte doesn't notice her leg start to bounce up and down, a habit that she has picked up over the years every time she's in her nervous state.