Please Don't Touch

2. All This Drama And School Hasn't Started Yet.

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?"

to get a pencil in his

him holding the pencil up defensively

you really think that

you a question!"

to school here. I wanna be a lawyer."

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

He grins.

dear friend.

to be trapped with

friend." I snap. "Don't touch

"Sorry." He mutters when he notices

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

out of campus. Good luck with paying those every month for

him immediately while crossing my

of the past? Newsflash

because of your childish acts. So don't tell me what the fudge it is.

on my heel and was about to walk about

"I'm sorry."

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

#

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

Is this boy seriously

the sight before me has me

all over my clothes as the walk drunkenly everywhere

heated session with some green-haired girl and I tap her shoulder.

turn." She sneers and

like this." She looks at me with shock and

the

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 fudg-"

I scream over the music

head before turning

party's over."

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

A tiny piece of my locket that my dad gave to me sat apart as the others were

I run toward it, kneeling. Pushing a lock between my ears, I hastily pick up the pieces, walking

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