Touch | Lydia Martin

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"Oi, human."

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"Wait, so, you killed her?" Stiles asks Scott as they walk into the high school.

"You killed someone? Who?" Charlotte asks, appearing next to Stiles, making the two jump and turn to her.

"He thinks he killed Allison. But he also thinks it was a dream." Stiles tells her.

"So... did you or did you not?" Charlotte asks the Beta.

"I don't know. I woke up this morning and I was sweating, a lot, and I couldn't breathe. I've never had a dream where I've woken up like that before." Scott tells them.

"Really, I have." Stiles shrugs, making Charlotte look at him blankly.

"Please don't." The Hale shakes her head.

"It just usually ends a little differently..." Stiles trails, making Scott and Charlotte look at him in disgust.

Suddenly, Stiles is whacked on the back of the head with something, making him yelp and immediately turn to Charlotte, who is holding a fly swatter with an innocent look on her face.

"Why do you have a fly swatter?" Stiles asks incredulously.

"For you and Scott. It's to hit you with, pat you with and stuff like that since I'm not comfortable touching you. And I had to test it out. What better time then now for that comment?" Charlotte asks with a smile, making Scott snicker and for Stiles to continue to look at her blankly.

"Okay, to elaborate, Stiles. I've just never had a dream that felt that real. And please, never, ever, give us that much information about you in bed, ever again." Scott tells his best friend, allowing Charlotte to put the fly swatter in her bag.

"Got it." Stiles nods before he turns to Charlotte, making her look at him in panic.

"What? Did I do something?" She asks.

"No, how come you weren't at the game yesterday?" Stiles asks, making Scott turn to her.

"Big crowds. I would have lost control and killed everyone, and I'm pretty sure you wouldn't want that." Charlotte replies, making the two boys nod in agreement.

"He kissed Allison yesterday." Stiles informs, making Charlotte look at the Beta with a teasing smile.

Seeing this smile, Scott playfully rolls his eyes at her and sends the Hale a look that says 'don't start.'

A comfortable silence falls over the three, giving Charlotte the opportunity to feel the stress and fear filling off of Scott in waves.

"Scott-" Charlotte starts.

"No, I know what you're gonna say. What both of you are gonna say. You two think it has something to do with me going out with Allison tomorrow, like I'm gonna rip her throat out and lose control." Scott rants with a sigh.

"Nope. We weren't thinking that. Charlotte, were you thinking that?" Stiles asks.

"No, I was just gonna tell you to take a breather and calm down and- ohhhh shit I forgot to take my meds." Charlotte's eyes widen in alarm.

"See, so that's not it." Stiles shakes his head at Scott.

"Wait, what?" Stiles asks Charlotte when he realises what she just said.

"Personally, Scott, I think you're doing amazing. You haven't died yet, you haven't been killed yet. I think you'll be fine." Charlotte nods, changing the subject so she doesn't have to answer Stiles question.