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?"

pencil

I ask him holding the pencil up defensively and he raises

think that

you a

here.

I mutter at him before putting the pencil down.

grins.

friend. Are roommates!"

Nooo. Why why why? Why did I have to be

I snap. "Don't touch me."

mutters when he notices the change

if there are

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

like you," I tell him immediately while crossing my

of the past? Newsflash

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 swims in my head!" I yell at him and he gives me a look of pure guilt.

on my heel and was about

"I'm sorry."

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

#

dorm there was this loud blasting

boy seriously throwing

open the door, the sight before me has me shook.

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

and find him in a heated session with some green-haired girl

till your turn." She sneers and

treating you like this." She looks at me with shock and she steps away all of

"What the h-"

into your face. But I am a happy, changed adolescent so I am going to ask you nicely to get those people the fudge put of my house and to get my clothes off of the ground and into the

you seriously when you say

music and his eyes

head before turning

"Alright, guys party's over."

hear is fading awes as I notice something familiar

dad gave to me sat apart

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