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?"

get a pencil in his eye Timmy

him holding the pencil up defensively

really think

"I asked you

going to school here. I wanna be

"Ew," I mutter at him before putting the pencil down. "So

He grins.

my dear friend.

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

I snap. "Don't touch

mutters when he notices the

see if there are

You'll have to use an apartment out of campus. Good luck with paying those every month for the next three years." He scoffs and

him immediately while crossing my arms.

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

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

was about

"I'm sorry."

anything right now can it," I tell him

#

before entering the dorm there was this loud

boy seriously throwing

sight before me has me shook.

stomping all over my clothes as the walk drunkenly everywhere with the smell

heated session with some green-haired girl

"Wait till your turn." She sneers

have men treating you like this." She looks at me with shock and she

"What the h-"

have 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

"It's hard to take you seriously when you say

music and

over shaking his head before turning down the music.

party's over."

notice something familiar

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

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 the bathroom.