Touch | Lydia Martin

ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ᴛᴡᴇɴᴛʏ ꜱɪx

"No, I used to do jigsaw puzzles because I was a boring ass kid."

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"Hey, Allison..." Scott trails, making Charlotte glance up at the Beta.

"Mr. McCall, please take a seat." Harris demands.

"But-" Scott starts.

"Scott." Charlotte whispers, making the Beta turn to her.

When she gestures to the seat next to her, Scott sighs and reluctantly moves to sit next to her.

"Give her some space." Charlotte whispers to him, making him nod a little.

Charlotte looks at him with a sad frown, noticing how his eyes fill with a few tears.

"Right, you have forty-five minutes to complete this test. Twenty-five percent of your grade can be earned right now simply by writing your name on the cover of the blue book." Harris tells the student.

Out of the corner of Charlotte's eye, she sees Stiles quickly write his name on his test, making her shake her head a little in amusement.

"However, one of you will inexplicably fail to put your name on the cover, and I'll be left yet again questioning my decision to ever become a teacher. So, let's get the disappointment over with. Begin!" Harris tells them.

Charlotte purposely doesn't write her name fully, only her initials to piss the science teacher off.

A few minutes go by and Charlotte is in the middle of doodling all over the first page before Scott shoots up out of his seat, grabbing his bag and running out of the class.

"Mr. McCall?" Harris asks.

Charlotte and Stiles share a look, immediately grabbing their stuff and running after the Beta.

"Stilinski! Hale!" Harris yells after them, but the two ignore him.

"Scott?" Stiles calls out.

Charlotte, closes her eyes, trying to find the Beta's scent so they can find him quicker.

"This way." Charlotte grabs his sleeve, dragging him in the direction of the locker room.

"Scott?" Stiles asks as they slowly walk into the locker room.

"Stiles? Charlotte?" They hear Scott groan out, making them immediately walk towards the sound of his voice.

"Stiles... I can't-" Scott starts, his breathing heavy as he sits under the showers.

"What happening? Are you shifting?" Stiles asks anxiously.

"No, no I can't breathe." Scott shakes his head, small sobs spilling out of his mouth.

Stiles starts to panic, not knowing what to do in a situation like this.

"Grab his inhaler." Charlotte tells him, looking at Scott worriedly.

Stiles quickly takes his bag off his shoulders, quickly opening the front pocket of his bag and taking out the spare inhaler for Scott.

"Here, use this." Stiles tosses the inhaler, making Scott quickly catch it and look at Stiles and Charlotte in confusion.

"Do it." Charlotte nods at him.

Scott looks down at his inhaler for a moment before he brings it up to his mouth, taking a few puffs.

Charlotte and Stiles sigh in relief when they see Scott visibly calming down.

"I was having an asthma attack?" Scott asks incredulously.