Touch | Lydia Martin

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"Stiles, your cousin is being a bitch."

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"You want me to do what?" Danny asks Stiles with raised eyebrows.

"Trace a text." Stiles replies.

"But I came here to do work, you know, with my two lab partners." Danny points out.

"You'll never get anyone better than us, Danny." Charlotte's muffled voice speaks up from the bed.

Danny and Stiles turn to her to see her head buried in one of Stiles' pillows, her arm raised as she gives Danny a thumbs up.

"And we will do lab work, we'll do the whole topic if you want, just please trace the text." Stiles pleads with a sigh

"What makes you even think I know how to do that?" Danny asks with a scoff.

"I looked up your arrest report." Stiles shrugs, making Charlotte quickly sit up with wide eyes.

"What?" She asks in shock, looking at Danny with her jaw dropped.

"I was thirteen, literally a child." Danny tells her, making Charlotte raise her eyebrows at him with a smirk.

"They dropped the charges." Danny tells her, making Charlotte chuckle, laying back on her stomach before she puts her head in her hands.

"Whatever." Stiles waves off.

"No, no, I wanna hear more about this." Charlotte hums, making Danny turn to her with a playful glare.

"We're doing lab work, are you helping?" Danny asks the Lynx.

"What are we doing?" Charlotte asks.

Danny and Stiles share a look of confusion before they turn back to Charlotte blankly.

"What?" She asks cluelessly.

"We're doing what we've been learning about for the past three months." Danny raises his eyebrows at her.

"Which is..?" Charlotte trails, making Stiles purse his lips at her.

"I guess that's a no." He mutters, making Charlotte smile at them innocently.

"You seriously don't know what you have to do in your assignment?" Derek asks from behind Charlotte, making the Lynx turn to him with a small glare.

"Who's he again?" Danny asks, making Charlotte and Stiles turn to him.

Charlotte turns to Stiles with a significant look when she sees Danny staring at Derek.

"That's my cousin... Miguel..." Stiles trails awkwardly.

Charlotte looks at him blankly for a few moments before she looks towards Derek, who is glaring daggers right at the back of Stiles' head.

He turns to his cousin, who is visibly trying to refrain from bursting into laughter.

"Don't you dare." Derek mutters under his breath, making Charlotte let out a small snicker.

"Is that blood on his shirt?" Danny asks, making Stiles and Charlotte turn their attention to the blood on the shoulder of his shirt.

Charlotte looks at him in confusion, wondering why he has blood on his shirt.

"Oh yeah, he gets these really nasty nose bleeds- hey Miguel?" Stiles asks, making Derek raise his eyebrows a little.

"I thought I told you to borrow one of my shirts." Stiles hums, sending Derek a look to go along with it.

Charlotte watches in amusement as Derek closes a book, throwing it onto her back, making her wince.