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 Turner's style.

I ask him holding the pencil up defensively and he raises

really think

asked you a question!"

jeez. I'm going to school here. I wanna be

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

He grins.

my dear friend. Are roommates!"

be

snap. "Don't touch me."

"Sorry." He mutters when he notices the change of mood.

are any other

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

you," I tell him immediately while

Newsflash Quensilla: it's the past."

of your childish acts. So don't tell me what

I turn on my heel and was about to walk

"I'm sorry."

anything right now can it," I tell him before slamming

#

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

boy seriously

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

as the walk drunkenly everywhere with the smell of booze assaulting my

a heated session

"Wait till your turn." She sneers and I raise

worth more than that, don't have men treating you like this." She looks at me with shock and she steps away all

"What the

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 of the ground and into the

to take you seriously when you say fudg-"

over the music and his eyes widen.

shaking his head before turning

party's over."

All I hear is fading awes as I notice something

of my locket that my dad gave to me sat apart

sobs unexpectedly as I run toward it, kneeling. Pushing a lock between my ears, I hastily pick up the