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?"

This boy ought to get a pencil in his eye Timmy Turner's style.

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

you really think that penc-"

asked you a question!"

here. I

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

grins.

"We, my dear friend. Are

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

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

he notices the change of mood.

"I'm gonna see if there are any

Good luck with paying those every month for the next three years." He scoffs and I almost cry.

don't like you," I tell him immediately while crossing my arms.

"Because of the past? Newsflash Quensilla: it's the

"Uh. Okay?!" I retort. "Do you know 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 its the past and I'm oh so sorry that the past still swims in my head!" I yell at

about to walk about when

sorry."

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

#

entering the dorm there was this loud blasting

Is this boy seriously throwing a party?

sight before me has me

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

for Theodore and find him in a heated session with

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

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

"What the h-"

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

to take you seriously when you say fudg-"

the music and

He goes over shaking his head before turning

guys party's over."

as I notice something familiar laying on

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

as I run toward it, kneeling.