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?"

to get a pencil in his eye Timmy Turner's style.

holding the pencil up defensively and he

think that penc-"

"I asked you

to school here. I wanna

putting the pencil

He grins.

my dear friend. Are

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

snap. "Don't

notices the change of mood.

see if there are

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

you," I tell him

"Because of the past? Newsflash

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 in my head!" I yell at him

Huffing, I turn on my heel and was about to

"I'm sorry."

can it," I tell him before slamming the

#

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

boy seriously

Throwing open the door, the sight before me has me shook.

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

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

sneers and I

me with shock and she steps

"What the h-"

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

"It's hard to take you seriously when

I scream over the music

goes over shaking his head before turning down the music.

party's over."

awes as I notice something familiar laying on the

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

have time for tears to drip as my body racks with sobs unexpectedly as I run toward it, kneeling. Pushing a lock between