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?"

a pencil in his

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

think that penc-"

asked you a question!"

going to school here. I wanna be a lawyer."

him before putting the pencil down. "So why are you in my dorm."

He grins.

dear friend.

I have to be trapped with this goat." I yell dramatically and he flips

snap. "Don't

He mutters when he notices the change

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

campus. Good luck with paying those every month for the next

him immediately

Newsflash Quensilla: it's the past."

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

turn on my heel and was about to walk about when he spoke up.

sorry."

anything right now can it," I tell him

#

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

boy seriously throwing a

door, the sight before me has me shook.

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

him in a heated session with some green-haired

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

men treating you like this." She looks at me with shock

the h-"

But I am a happy, changed adolescent so I am going to ask you nicely to get

you seriously when you

scream over the music and his eyes widen.

his head before turning

party's

as I notice something familiar laying on the ground broken.

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

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 up the pieces, walking to the