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 style.

holding the pencil up defensively

really think that penc-"

you a

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

pencil down.

He grins.

friend. Are

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

"No friend." I snap. "Don't touch

mutters when he notices the change of mood.

are any other rooms available."

campus. Good luck with paying those every month for

don't like you," I tell him immediately

of the past? Newsflash Quensilla:

Okay?!" I retort. "Do you know how long 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

Huffing, I turn on my heel and was about to walk about when

"I'm sorry."

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

#

the dorm there was this loud blasting of music and

seriously throwing a party?

Throwing open the door, the sight before

over my clothes as the walk drunkenly everywhere with the smell of booze assaulting my

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

She sneers and I raise an eyebrow.

don't have men treating you like this." She looks at me

"What the h-"

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

"It's hard to take you seriously

over the music and his eyes widen.

over shaking his head before turning down the

guys party's over."

is fading awes as I notice something familiar laying on the ground broken.

dad gave to me sat apart as

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