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 in his eye Timmy Turner's

ask him holding the pencil

you really think that

"I asked you a

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

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

He grins.

my dear friend. Are roommates!"

Why why why? Why did I have to be trapped with this goat." I yell dramatically and he flips my nose.

snap. "Don't

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

there are any other

aren't. You'll have to use an apartment out of campus. Good luck with paying those every month for

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

of the past? Newsflash

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 him and he gives me a look of

my heel and was about to walk

"I'm sorry."

can it," I tell him before slamming the door behind me and leaving.

#

I came back, before entering the dorm there was this

boy seriously throwing a party?

the door, the sight before me has me shook.

my clothes as the walk drunkenly everywhere with the smell of

a heated session with some green-haired girl and I tap

She sneers and I raise an

don't have men treating you like this." She looks at me with shock and she steps away all of a

the

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 of my

"It's hard to take you seriously when you

scream over the music and his eyes widen.

goes over shaking his head before turning down the music.

"Alright, guys party's over."

as I notice something familiar laying on the ground

my locket that my dad gave to me sat apart as the

sobs unexpectedly as I run toward it, kneeling. Pushing a lock between my ears, I hastily pick up the pieces, walking to