Touch | Lydia Martin

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"Maybe the birds were on drugs."

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"I don't want a boyfriend. I want-" Lydia starts.

"Hello." Charlotte smiles, wrapping an arm around Lydia's shoulders.

"A distraction." Lydia quickly changes her original answer, making Charlotte turn to her with furrowed eyebrows.

Before the Lynx could ask, the doors open next to them, making the three girls turn to see two twins walking into the school.

"Brothers?" Allison asks.

"Twins." Lydia hums with interest, looking between the two with a small smirk.

Charlotte can't help but watch Lydia, her fingers twitching against her legs when she feels an overwhelming sense of anger, making her look at the twins with a glare.

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Charlotte walks into her English class with a sigh, sitting down on the seat next to Stiles.

She slides down in her seat a little, her fingers still twitching on the wood of the table, making Stiles grow concerned.

"I hate feelings." Charlotte grumbles, making Stiles raise his eyebrows a little.

"What's happened now?" Stiles asks with a sigh.

Before the Lynx could answer, Lydia sits in the seat in front of Charlotte, turning back to her with a small smirk.

"Gonna tell me why you turned moody?" Lydia asks.

"No." Charlotte shakes her head at the redhead.

Before Stiles could comment, everyone's phone chimes, making everyone grow confused and read their texts.

"The offing was barred by a black bank of clouds and the tranquil waterway, leading to the uttermost ends of the earth, flowed somber under an overcast sky, seemed to lead into the heart of an immense darkness." A woman reads out loud as she walks into the classroom, making everyone turn to her.

"She looks like a bitch." Charlotte mutters.

"You haven't even had a conversation with her." Stiles points out.

"Don't care." Charlotte shakes her head, making Stiles sigh.

"Phones off, everyone." The teacher tells them all.

"Yeah, definitely a bitch." Charlotte nods, not turning her phone off as she puts it back in her pocket.

Stiles turns to her, about to ask her what's wrong before she spots a bandage on Lydia's ankle.

"Hey, Lydia? What's that? Was that from the accident?" Stiles asks, making Charlotte follow his line of sight.

"That wasn't from me, was it?" Charlotte asks worriedly.

"No, Prada bit me." Lydia shakes her head.

"Little shit." Charlotte mutters.

"Your dog?" Stiles asks, making Charlotte and Lydia turn to him with a look.

"No, my designer handbag." Lydia hums sarcastically, making Charlotte snicker.

"Yes, my dog." Lydia nods are the human.

"Has it ever bitten you before?" Stiles asks curiously, making Lydia shake her head a little.

"I'm gonna cook your dog." Charlotte grumbles, messing with her pen.