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 Turner's style.

ask him holding the pencil up defensively and he raises an

you really think

asked you a question!"

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

pencil

He grins.

"We, my dear friend. Are

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

friend." I snap.

he notices the change of mood.

if there are any other rooms available."

have to use an apartment out of campus. Good luck with paying those every month for the next three years." He scoffs and I

don't like you," I tell him immediately while crossing my arms.

the past? Newsflash Quensilla: it's the

you know how long the past lasts? Three 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 the past still swims in my head!" I yell at him and he

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

sorry."

can't fix anything right now can it," I tell him before

#

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

this boy seriously throwing

sight before me has me shook.

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

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

sneers and

don't have men treating you like this." She looks at me with shock and she

"What the

ram my fist into your face. But I am a happy, changed adolescent so I am going to ask you nicely to get those

"It's hard to take you seriously

the music and

head before turning

guys party's over."

is fading awes as I notice

my dad gave to me

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