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𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒓𝒕𝒚-𝒕𝒘𝒐 | 𝔀𝓱𝓮𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓹𝓪𝓻𝓽𝔂'𝓼 𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓻
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𝘐𝘵'𝘴 𝘈 𝘙𝘪𝘵𝘶𝘢𝘭
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CHARLOTTE MARTIN STARES AT THE boy in front of her with zero emotion on her face. Truth be told, she's not exactly sure what she's feeling. Scott and Stiles remain tensed, ready to intervene if necessary, and look between the two teenagers like they're watching a tennis match. Tyler's eyebrows raise in question and his lips twitch as he proceeds to open his arms. "Well, are you gonna give me a hug?" he asks the girl with a smile.
Her eyes narrow even further and she folds her arms over chest. "Why the fuck would I give you a hug?" she snaps.
Tyler frowns in slight confusion, glancing over to the pair of boys beside him who only shrug in response. "They told me you were excited to see me," he says slowly.
"Oh yeah," she agrees with a nod. "I was." Her jaw clenches in fury. "I was excited to give you apiece of my fucking mind!"
Stiles clasps his hands together with a proud grin when Charlotte strides forward, and using Tyler's unguarded stance, she slaps him harshly on the cheek. "Yeah, give him hell, Charles," Stiles murmurs.
