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?"

pencil in his eye Timmy Turner's

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

really think

you a question!"

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

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

grins.

dear friend. Are roommates!"

to be trapped with this goat." I yell dramatically

I snap.

"Sorry." He mutters when he notices the change of mood.

see if there are any other rooms available."

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

like you," I tell him immediately while crossing my

of the past? Newsflash Quensilla: it's 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.

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

sorry."

well, sorry can't fix anything right now can it," I tell him before slamming the door behind me

#

came back, before entering the dorm there was this loud blasting

Is this boy seriously throwing a party?

open the door, the sight before me

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 girl and I tap her

till your turn." She sneers and I raise

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

the h-"

changed adolescent so I am going to ask you nicely to get those people the fudge put of my

you seriously when

over the music and his eyes widen.

his head before

"Alright, guys party's over."

fading awes as I notice something familiar laying on

my locket that my dad gave to me

as my body racks with sobs unexpectedly as I run toward it, kneeling. Pushing a lock