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?"

This boy ought to get a pencil in his

here?" I ask him holding the pencil

you really think that penc-"

"I asked you a question!"

here. I

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

He grins.

dear friend. Are

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

I snap. "Don't touch

He mutters when he notices the change of

gonna see if there are any other rooms available."

paying those every month for the next three years." He scoffs

him immediately

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 so sorry that the past still

I turn on my heel and was about to walk about

sorry."

can it," I tell him before slamming the door behind me and leaving.

#

I came back, before entering the dorm there was this loud

seriously throwing a party?

door, the sight

destroyed. People stomping all over my clothes as the walk drunkenly everywhere with the smell of booze assaulting

Seeing red, I search for 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

"What the

Theodore. You have no idea how much I want to ram my fist into your face. But I am a happy, changed adolescent so I am going to

to take you seriously when

I scream over the music and his eyes

over shaking his head before turning down the

"Alright, guys party's over."

I hear is fading awes as I notice something familiar laying on the ground broken.

my locket that my dad gave to me

run toward it, kneeling. Pushing a