Touch | Lydia Martin

ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ᴛᴡᴇɴᴛʏ ꜰᴏᴜʀ

"I didn't know he was the killer until five minutes ago."

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"What are you doing here? Why did you come here?" Scott asks as soon as he sees Allison in the lobby.

"Because you asked me too..." Allison trails in confusion, making Stiles and Charlotte look at each other with furrowed eyebrows.

"What-? I asked you to?" Scott asks.

"Yeah..." Allison trails, taking her phone out of her pocket and showing Scott, Charlotte and Stiles the message.

"Why do I have the feeling that you didn't send this message?" Allison asks worriedly.

"Because I didn't." Scott shakes his head.

"Allison, he doesn't even have his phone." Charlotte tells her.

"Did you drive here?" Stiles asks the Argent.

"No, Jackson did." Allison shakes her head.

"Jackson's here too?" Scott and Stiles ask incredulously.

"Yeah, and Lydia." Allison nods, making Charlotte's head snap to her.

"Lydia's here?" Charlotte asks.

The feeling of pure terror washes over her in waves, and she hopes to anyone who listens that Lydia's okay.

"Yeah... what's going on? Who sent the text?" Allison asks with a frown.

But before anyone could say anything, Allison's phone rings, making them all turn to the device.

"Hey, where are you?" Allison asks as soon as she answers the phone.

Suddenly, the double doors next to her open, revealing Lydia and Jackson, making Charlotte sigh in relief.

Not for Jackson, for Lydia.

"Oh finally! Can we go now?" Lydia asks.

Before anyone could answer her, the sound of footsteps his heard above them, making them all look up in fear.

"Run!" Scott yells.

Everyone doesn't question him, they just quickly run up the stairs and down the hallway, not looking back when they hear loud clashing and banging behind them.

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"Help me get this in front of the door." Scott tells the others, who immediately help him stack chairs in front of the doors.

"No, wait- Scott, not here." Stiles speaks up, making Charlotte turn to see loads of windows.

"Well shit." Charlotte whispers.

"What the hell was that? Scott? What was that?" Allison asks anxiously as she stacks chairs.

"What fell out of the ceiling?" Lydia asks, her voice shaky, making Charlotte frown in worry.

"Will you guys please just tell me?" Scott asks her.

"Hey, guys-? Can you just wait-" Stiles starts.

"Oh my god... Stiles talking here! Can we please listen to Stiles!" Stiles yells at them.

But they continue to ignore him.

"Help me out a little here, please." Stiles sighs to a slightly amused Charlotte.

"No, all you." Charlotte gestures to the others, making him sigh a little.

"Hello!" Stiles yells loudly, making Scott, Allison, Lydia and Jackson turn to him.