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 eye Timmy

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

you really think

"I asked you a

going to school here. I wanna be

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

He grins.

dear friend. Are roommates!"

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

snap. "Don't touch me."

He mutters when he notices

see if there are

of campus. Good luck with paying those every month for the next three years." He scoffs and

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

past? Newsflash Quensilla: it's

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 him and he

was about to walk about when he spoke up.

"I'm sorry."

now can it," I tell him before slamming the door

#

there was this loud blasting

this boy seriously throwing a party?

the door, the sight before me has

stomping all over my clothes as the walk drunkenly everywhere with

heated session with some green-haired

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

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

"What the h-"

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 get my clothes off of the ground and into the

seriously

"NOW!" I scream over the music and

his head

"Alright, guys party's

I notice something

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

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