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.

"What're you doing here?" I ask him holding the pencil up defensively and

"Do you really think that penc-"

asked you

going to school here. I wanna be a

I mutter at him before putting the pencil down. "So why are

grins.

my dear friend. Are

No. Nooo. Why why why? Why did I have to be trapped with this goat." I yell dramatically and he flips my nose.

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

"Sorry." He mutters when he notices

"I'm gonna see if there are any

out of campus. Good luck with paying those every month for the next three years." He scoffs and I almost cry.

don't like you," I tell him

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

me what the fudge it is. I

my heel and was about to walk about

sorry."

well, sorry can't fix anything right now can it," I tell him before slamming the door behind me and

#

I came back, before entering the dorm there was

boy seriously throwing a

sight

as the walk drunkenly everywhere with the smell

Theodore and find him in a heated session with some

"Wait till your turn." She sneers and

that, don't have men treating you like this." She looks at me with shock and

the

idea how much I want to ram my fist into your face. But I am a happy, changed adolescent so I am going to ask you nicely to get those people

seriously when

scream over the music and his eyes widen.

goes over shaking his head

guys party's

as I notice something familiar laying on

my locket that my dad gave to me sat apart as the others were thrown

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