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.

him holding the pencil up defensively and he raises an eyebrow

you really think that penc-"

asked you a question!"

here. I wanna

before putting the pencil down. "So why

He grins.

my dear friend. Are roommates!"

did I have to be

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

"Sorry." He mutters when he notices the change of

are any

aren't. You'll have to use an apartment out of campus. Good luck with paying those every month for the next

him immediately while crossing

of the past? Newsflash

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

turn on my heel and was about to walk about

sorry."

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

#

before entering the dorm there was this loud blasting of music and cheers.

seriously throwing

sight before me has me shook.

all over my clothes as the walk drunkenly everywhere with the smell of booze assaulting my

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

sneers and I raise an

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

"What the h-"

your face. But I am a happy, changed adolescent so I am going

seriously when you say fudg-"

I scream over the music

shaking his head before

party's over."

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

A tiny piece of my locket that my dad gave to me sat apart

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