Please Don't Touch

2. All This Drama And School Hasn't Started Yet.

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

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

really think that

"I asked you

here. I wanna be

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

grins.

dear friend.

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

friend." I snap. "Don't touch me."

he notices the change of

there are

out of campus. Good luck with paying those every

I tell him immediately while crossing my arms.

"Because of the past? Newsflash Quensilla:

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

was about to walk about when he spoke

"I'm sorry."

it," I tell him before slamming the door behind me and leaving.

#

there was this loud blasting of

seriously throwing a party?

door, the sight before me has

all over my clothes as the walk drunkenly

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

your turn." She sneers and I

She looks at me with shock and she steps away all

"What the

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 wash."

to take you seriously

over the music and his eyes

his head before turning down the

guys party's over."

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

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

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

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