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

I ask him holding the pencil up defensively and he raises

you really think that penc-"

asked you a question!"

here. I wanna

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

He grins.

"We, my dear friend.

have to be trapped with this

I snap. "Don't

mutters when he notices the change of mood.

"I'm gonna see if there are any other rooms

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

I tell him immediately while crossing

Newsflash Quensilla: it's the

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

on my heel and was about to

sorry."

anything right now can it," I tell him before slamming the door behind me

#

dorm there was this loud blasting of

boy seriously throwing

door, the sight

clothes as the walk

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

sneers and

"Cmon, you're worth more than that, don't have men treating you like this." She looks at me

the

have no idea how much I want to ram my fist 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

to take you seriously when you say fudg-"

music and

goes over shaking his head before turning down the music.

party's over."

as I notice something

tiny piece of my locket that my dad gave to

to 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 to the bathroom.