Touch | Lydia Martin

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"I'm gonna get locked up because I can't tell the time at the age of sixteen?"

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"She shot it right at her head?" Scott asks, sharing a wide eyed look with Isaac.

"Yup. Imagine almost being shot in the head by your best friend's arrow?" Charlotte asks them.

"That would hurt." Isaac nods, making Scott turn to him blankly.

"Really? Wow, that sounds horrible. Lets hope it doesn't happen to us... oh wait-" Charlotte starts sarcastically, making Isaac flip her off.

"She also keeps saying that she's seeing the blonde witch bitch of her aunt. So, just a heads up, everything that's happening to you guys will definitely be getting worse." Charlotte hums, making Scott let out a small sigh.

"It's just an excuse to get the chains out again, I guess." Charlotte mumbles.

"Chains?" Isaac asks with wide eyes.

"Wait, why are you both...?" Charlotte starts, looking between the two with furrowed eyebrows.

The boy boys' eyes widen at her half a question, their faces growing red quicker than Charlotte's ability to eat a packet of gummy bears in two seconds.

"We're you two-" Charlotte starts with wide eyes, making Scott quickly reach out and cover her mouth with his hand.

"Shut up." Scott tells her

Charlotte shakes her head, her voice muffled by Scott's hand.

"She's never gonna live this down, is she?" Isaac asks with a small sigh, sheepishly scratching his head.

"Nope. Not at all." Scott shake his head, laughing a little when Charlotte shakes her head at Isaac.

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"Stilinski? Are you paying attention?" Coach asks, making Charlotte turn to her best friend.

She instantly grows concerned when she sees Stiles hunched over his desk, his eyes wide open and unblinking as he writes in his notebook.

Charlotte leans back a little, patting Scott on the shoulder to grab his attention.

Scott turns around, instantly spotting Stiles' state and sharing a concerned look with Charlotte.

"Stilinski!" Coach yells, making Stiles shoot up.

"Yeah- yes, Coach?" Stiles asks, his breathing slightly heavy.

"I asked you a question." Coach tells him.

"Sorry... what was it?" Stiles asks, making Charlotte furrow her eyebrows a little.

"It was 'Stilinski, are you paying attention?'" Coach asks.

"Oh, well... I am now." Stiles smiles sheepishly.

"Stilinski, please stop reminding me why I drink... every night." Coach huffs before he walks away, making Stiles rub his forehead tiredly.

"Would anyone else like to try the question on the board?" Coach asks the other students.

Stiles looks back up to pay attention, only to get distracted again when he sees Scott and Charlotte looking at him worriedly.

"I'm okay. I just... I just fell asleep for a second." Stiles tells them.

"Dude, you weren't asleep." Scott shakes his head, gesturing down to his notebook.

Stiles looks down, his face dropping when he sees the words 'wake up' written in different handwriting styles all over his page, making him quickly grab another book to hide it.