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?"

a pencil in his eye Timmy Turner's style.

I ask him holding the pencil up defensively

you really think

asked you a

to school here. I wanna be

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

grins.

my dear friend.

have to be trapped

I snap. "Don't

He mutters when he notices the change of mood.

"I'm gonna see if there are any

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

don't like you," I tell him immediately

past? Newsflash Quensilla:

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!"

Huffing, I turn on my heel and was about

"I'm sorry."

can it," I tell him before slamming the door

#

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

seriously throwing a party?

door, the sight before me has me

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

find him in a heated

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

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

"What the

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

take you seriously when you say

music and

He goes over shaking his head before turning

party's over."

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

that my dad gave to me

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