Please Don't Touch

Quensilla's POV

Pulling the last of my heavy boxes into the dorm, I dust off my hands and smile at my progress but it soon falls as I realize that I have to unpack.

Grunting, I lock my car and walk upstairs.

Dorm 22.

Turning the knob I freeze at the sight before me.

A male.

In a black hoodie, with black pants and black shoes.

Burglar!

I thought this school was secured!

Grabbing the nearest thing which was a pencil, I warily walk towards the criminal.

It was rummaging through one of my boxes.

Perv!

Swiftly I use the pencils strength and slam it down on his back. He freezes while I'm left here wondering why the pencil didn't pierce through him like in Fairy God Parents.

He slowly stands his full height which was about 6'1 and I was barely even reaching mid-back.

Barely.

But I'm kinda there.

He turns around and raises an eyebrow at me before both eyebrows raise.

"Silla?"

"Theodore?"

ought to get a pencil in his eye Timmy Turner's style.

here?" I ask him holding the pencil up defensively and he

"Do you really think that penc-"

"I asked you a

jeez. I'm going to school here. I wanna be a lawyer."

putting the pencil down.

grins.

dear friend. Are

why why? Why did I have to be trapped with this goat." I yell dramatically and he flips

friend." I snap. "Don't touch me."

he notices the change of

see if there are any other rooms available."

Good luck with paying those every month for the next

"I don't like you," I tell him immediately while crossing my arms.

of the past? Newsflash Quensilla: it's the past."

"Uh. Okay?!" I retort. "Do you know how long the past lasts? Three years. For the past three years, I have been ridiculed, disowned, called disgusting names all because of your childish acts. So don't tell me what the fudge it is. I know its the past and I'm oh

was about to walk about when he spoke

"I'm sorry."

fix anything right now can it," I tell him before slamming the door behind me and

#

before entering the dorm there was this loud blasting

this boy seriously

the sight before me

my clothes as the walk drunkenly everywhere with the smell of booze assaulting my nose.

a heated session with some green-haired girl and

She sneers and I

looks at me with shock and she steps away

the

I want to ram my fist into your face. But I am a happy, changed adolescent so I am going

take you seriously when you say fudg-"

the music and his eyes

head before turning down

party's over."

as I notice something familiar laying on the ground

dad gave to

racks with sobs unexpectedly as I run toward it, kneeling. Pushing a lock between my ears, I hastily pick up the pieces, walking to the bathroom.