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?"

boy ought to get a pencil in his eye Timmy

holding the pencil up defensively and he raises an eyebrow

think that

"I asked you a question!"

school here. I wanna be a lawyer."

putting the pencil down. "So why are you

grins.

dear friend.

No. Nooo. Why why why? Why did I have to be trapped with this goat." I

I snap. "Don't touch me."

notices the change of mood.

"I'm gonna see if there are any

out of campus. Good luck with paying

tell him immediately while crossing my arms.

"Because of the past? Newsflash Quensilla:

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

and was about to walk

sorry."

anything right now can it," I tell him before slamming

#

back, before entering the dorm there was this loud blasting of music and

this boy seriously throwing a party?

open the door, the sight before

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

red, I search for Theodore and find him in a heated session with some

turn." She sneers and I

looks at me with shock and she steps away all of a sudden shy

"What the h-"

happy, changed adolescent so I am going to ask you nicely to get those people the fudge put of

seriously when

the music and his eyes widen.

head before turning down the

party's over."

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

piece of my locket that my dad gave to me sat apart as the others

barely have time for tears to drip as my body racks with sobs unexpectedly as I run toward it, kneeling. Pushing a lock between my ears, I hastily pick up the pieces, walking to