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

here?" I ask him holding the pencil

you really think that penc-"

you

to school here. I

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

grins.

"We, my dear friend. Are roommates!"

have to be trapped

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

he notices the change of mood.

if there are any other rooms available."

Good luck with paying those every month for the next

I tell him

of the past? Newsflash Quensilla: it's the past."

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

about to walk about when he spoke up.

"I'm sorry."

I tell him before

#

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

seriously

door, the sight before me has

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

find him in a heated session with some

sneers and I raise an eyebrow.

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

"What the h-"

no idea how much I want to ram my fist 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 house and to get my clothes off of the ground and into

hard to take you seriously when you

music and his eyes widen.

goes over shaking his head before turning down the

guys party's

awes as I notice something familiar laying on the

piece of my locket that my dad gave to me sat apart as the others were thrown apart.

toward it, kneeling. Pushing