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 in his eye Timmy

"What're you doing here?" I ask him holding the pencil up defensively and he raises an

"Do you really think that penc-"

asked you a question!"

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

before putting the pencil down. "So why are you

grins.

friend. Are roommates!"

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

"No friend." I snap.

"Sorry." He mutters when he notices the change

are any

have to use an apartment out of campus. Good luck with paying those every month for

tell him immediately while crossing my arms.

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

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

turn on my heel and was about

"I'm sorry."

can it," I

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before entering the dorm there was this loud blasting of

this boy seriously throwing a party?

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

boxes destroyed. People stomping all over my clothes as the walk drunkenly

heated

your turn." She sneers and

you like this." She looks at me with shock and she steps away all of a sudden shy

"What the h-"

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 of the

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

music and his eyes widen.

goes over shaking his head before turning down the music.

party's over."

is fading awes as I notice something familiar laying on the ground

gave to me sat apart as the

unexpectedly as I run toward it, kneeling. Pushing