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?"

a pencil

the pencil up defensively and he

you really think that penc-"

you

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

mutter at him before putting the pencil

grins.

my dear friend.

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

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

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

"I'm gonna see if there are any other rooms available."

use an apartment out of campus. Good luck with paying those

like you," I tell him immediately while crossing my arms.

past? Newsflash Quensilla:

"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 that the past still swims

turn on my heel and was about to walk about

sorry."

now can it," I tell him before slamming the door behind

#

entering the dorm there was this loud blasting of music

Is this boy seriously throwing

the sight before me has me

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

Seeing red, I search for Theodore and find him in a heated session with some green-haired girl and I tap her

turn." She sneers and I

She looks at me with

"What the

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

hard to take you seriously when you say

I scream over the music and his eyes widen.

over shaking his head before turning down the

party's over."

All I hear is fading awes as I notice something familiar laying on the

locket that my dad gave to me

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