Touch | Lydia Martin

ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ᴛᴡᴇɴᴛʏ ᴛʜʀᴇᴇ

"You were told to never give us that much detail of you in bed again."

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"Oh my god! You're actually here!" Stiles cheers, running over to Charlotte and hugging her tightly.

"I'm actually here!" Charlotte smiles widely.

"At a LacCrosse game?" Stiles asks excitedly.

"Yes." Charlotte nods.

"In reality?" Stiles asks happily.

"Yes." Charlotte repeats with a nod.

"I'm so proud of you." Stiles encourages.

"I'm proud of me too!" Charlotte cheers before they hug again.

"I'd also be proud of you... if you stopped trying to get me and Isaac together." Scott raises his eyebrows.

"I can live without your pride." Charlotte waves off jokingly, making Scott playfully roll his eyes at her.

"I can see it." Stiles agrees with Charlotte, making Scott turn to his best friend in offence.

"You see, the best ones we it." Charlotte smiles at Scott, high fiving Stiles, making Scott shake his head a little in amusement.

"Is your dad coming to the game?" Scott asks Stiles.

"Yeah, he's already here." Stiles points out, seeing Sheriff talk to Melissa.

"Either of you seen Allison?" Scott asks.

"Nope." Stiles and Charlotte shake their heads.

"Seen Lydia?" Scott asks.

"Nope." Stiles repeats.

"She'll be here." Charlotte nods at the Beta.

"Did she tell you that on your date?" Scott asks her with a smirk, making Stikes double take at Charlotte.

"You and Lydia had a date- and you didn't tell me?" The human asks exasperatedly.

"It wasn't a date..." Charlotte shakes her head.

"You sure?" Scott asks in amusement, making Charlotte look at him blankly.

"I don't know now... you two are confusing my brain." Charlotte waves off, making the two boys chuckle.

"This is gonna get bad, isn't it?" Stiles asks with a sigh after a few moments of silence.

"Probably." Scott nods.

"Most likely, yes." Charlotte answers at the same time.

"What? Like people screaming, running for their lives, blood on every square inch of glass, murder, use of claws and maiming kind of bad?" Stiles asks nervously.

"That was oddly specific." Charlotte turns to her best friend with furrowed eyebrows.

"You're oddly specific." Stiles squints his eyes at the Lynx.

"No, I'm oddly amazing." Charlotte corrects with a smile.

"Why?" Scott asks Stiles in slight concern.

"Seeing Matt hit my dad over the head the other night... you know, I was just paralysed and I couldn't-" Stiles cuts himself off with a sigh, making Scott and Charlotte share a look.

"I just want to help, you know? But I can't do the things you two can." Stiles shakes his head.

"Hey, it's alright." Scott reassures.