Touch | Lydia Martin

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"To go and see if I need to push someone off a cliff."

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"Can you at least consider staying? For me, at least." Stiles pleads as him and Charlotte walk to class.

Charlotte is fighting the massive urge to knock him out.

"No." Charlotte sighs for the tenth time in an hour.

"But I've actually grown to like you, not in the way so don't look at me like that, and I don't do that a lot." Stiles tells her as they walk into class.

"Then that's your problem." Charlotte shrugs, making Stiles sigh.

"I bet you'll stay anyways." Stiles shrugs as they sit down, Stiles quickly taking the seat next to Charlotte so he can talk to her more.

"What?" Charlotte turns to him with raised eyebrows.

"You'll grow attached here, either for the town itself or because of Scott, Allison, Lydia and I." Stiles shrugs, making Charlotte scoff.

"Don't get ahead of yourself." Charlotte tells him.

"Is that why you're acting like a moody bitch today?" Stiles asks, making Charlotte turn to him exasperatedly.

"You're seriously calling me, someone who will have no remorse ripping your pretty little head clean off of your shoulders, a moody bitch?" Charlotte asks, but a dopey grin forms on Stiles' face.

"I'm gonna ignore everything else you just said then and take the complement of you calling me pretty." Stiles tells her, making Charlotte roll her eyes and turn her attention to the board in front of her.

"And yes, I did call you a moody bitch, and I think that the reason you're doing it is because you want us not to like you anymore so leaving will be easier." Stiles raises his eyebrows, smirking when Charlotte looks at him with a shocked face.

"It's really not." Charlotte shakes her head.

"Explain." Stiles tells her.

"If I wanted you, Scott, Allison and Lydia to hate me, I would have done far much worse than being a bitch." Charlotte answers, making Stiles tut.

"I don't believe you." Stiles shrugs, making Charlotte roll her eyes at him.

"Whatever." Charlotte mutters.

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"What is happening right now?" Charlotte asks Allison quietly as they get introduced to yet another LacCrosse player.

"I don't know." Allison whispers back to her.

"This is Allison. And this is Charlotte." Lydia smiles at the new LacCrosse dude.

"It's nice to meet you." He smiles, holding out a hand for Allison to shake.

Allison shakes his hand, completely uncomfortable before he puts his hand out for Charlotte to shake.

"No thanks." Charlotte shakes her head at him.

"Don't be rude." The guy glares at her, pushing his hand towards her.

"Don't be a douche." Charlotte retaliates, slapping his hand away, leaving him glaring at her.

"They're both new. Just moved here." Lydia tells him, trying to fill the awkward tension in the air.

"How do you both like it so far?" The LacCrosse player asks.

"I like it." Allison nods.

"It's alright, I guess." Charlotte shrugs.