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 Turner's style.

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

"Do you really think that penc-"

you a

here. I wanna be a lawyer."

pencil down. "So why are you in my dorm."

He grins.

my dear friend.

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

I snap. "Don't touch

mutters when he notices the change

gonna see if there are any other rooms

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

like you," I tell him immediately while crossing my arms.

the past? Newsflash Quensilla: it's

how long the 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

was about to walk

"I'm sorry."

"Yeah well, sorry can't fix anything right now can it," I tell

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dorm there was this loud blasting of music and

this boy seriously throwing a

door, the sight before me has me shook.

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

a heated session with some green-haired girl and

turn." She sneers and

treating you like this." She looks at me with shock and she steps away all

"What the h-"

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."

you seriously when you say

over the music

goes over shaking his head before

"Alright, guys party's over."

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

that my dad gave to me sat

I 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