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.

I ask him holding the pencil up defensively and he raises an eyebrow again.

really think

asked you a question!"

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

the pencil down. "So why are

grins.

dear friend. Are roommates!"

have to be trapped with this goat." I yell dramatically and he

"No friend." I snap. "Don't touch me."

when he notices the

gonna see if there are any other rooms

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

tell him immediately

the past? Newsflash Quensilla: it's

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

my heel and was about

sorry."

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

#

before entering the dorm there was this

seriously throwing

the door, the sight before me has me shook.

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

a heated session with some green-haired girl and I tap her shoulder.

"Wait till your turn." She sneers and I raise an

like this." She looks at me with shock and she steps away all of a sudden shy before quickly walking out.

the

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 the fudge put of

take you seriously when you say

scream over the music and

his head before

guys party's over."

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

my locket that my dad gave to me

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