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.

him holding the pencil up defensively and he raises an eyebrow again.

really think that penc-"

you a question!"

going to school here. I wanna be a

the pencil down.

grins.

"We, my dear friend.

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

snap. "Don't touch me."

mutters when he notices the change of mood.

there are any other

apartment out of campus. Good luck with paying those every month for the next three years." He scoffs and I almost cry.

him immediately while crossing my arms.

of the past? Newsflash Quensilla:

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

on my heel and was about to walk about when he spoke up.

"I'm sorry."

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

#

dorm there was this loud

boy seriously throwing

door, the sight before me has me

My boxes destroyed. People stomping all over my clothes as the walk drunkenly everywhere with the smell of booze assaulting my nose.

heated

your turn." She sneers and I

men treating you like this." She looks at me

"What the h-"

want to ram my fist into your face. But I am a happy, changed adolescent so I am going to

you seriously when you say

over the music and his

over shaking his head

"Alright, guys party's

notice something familiar laying on the

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

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 pick up the pieces, walking to the bathroom.