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?"

ought to get a pencil in his eye

here?" I ask him holding the pencil up defensively and he raises an eyebrow again.

"Do you really think that

asked you a question!"

jeez. I'm going to school here. I wanna be a lawyer."

mutter at him before putting the pencil down.

He grins.

friend. Are

lord! No. Nooo. Why why why? Why did I have to be trapped with this

snap. "Don't touch me."

he notices the change of

are any other rooms available."

paying those every month for the next three

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

"Because 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. I

and was about

"I'm sorry."

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

#

came back, before entering the dorm there was this

boy seriously

the sight before me has me

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

I search for Theodore and find him in a heated session

She sneers and I

worth more than that, don't have men treating you like this." She looks at me with shock and she steps

"What the

my fist into your face. But I am a happy, changed adolescent so I am going to ask you nicely to get those people

hard to take you seriously when you say fudg-"

over the music and

his head before turning down

guys party's over."

notice something familiar laying on the ground broken.

piece of my locket that my dad gave to me sat

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