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

doing here?" I ask him holding the pencil up defensively and

"Do you really think that penc-"

asked you a

here. I

"Ew," I mutter at him before putting the pencil down. "So why are you in my dorm."

He grins.

"We, my dear friend. Are

why? Why did I have to be trapped with this goat." I yell dramatically and

I snap. "Don't touch me."

he notices the change of mood.

if there are any

out of campus. Good luck with paying those every month for

tell him immediately while crossing my

Newsflash Quensilla: it's the

tell me what the fudge it is. I know its the past and I'm oh so sorry that the past still swims in

I turn on my heel and was about to walk about

sorry."

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

#

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

boy seriously throwing

the sight before me

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

I search for Theodore and find him in a heated session with some green-haired girl and I tap

turn." She sneers and I

worth more than that, don't have men treating you like this." She looks at me with shock and she steps away all of a sudden shy before

the h-"

into your face. But I am a happy, changed adolescent so I am going to ask you nicely to

seriously

music

over shaking his head before turning down the music.

"Alright, guys party's over."

notice something familiar

locket that my dad gave to me sat apart as

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