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.

you doing here?" I ask him holding the pencil up defensively

think that

"I asked you a question!"

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

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

He grins.

"We, my dear friend. Are roommates!"

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

"No friend." I snap. "Don't touch

when he notices the change of mood.

gonna see if there are any other

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

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

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

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

on my heel and was about to walk about when he spoke

"I'm sorry."

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

#

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

this boy seriously throwing

sight before

my clothes as the walk drunkenly everywhere

in a heated session with

till your turn." She sneers and I raise an eyebrow.

"Cmon, you're worth more than that, don't have men treating you like this." She looks at me with shock and she steps away all of a sudden shy before quickly walking

the h-"

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

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

scream over the music and his eyes widen.

shaking his head before turning down the music.

"Alright, guys party's over."

I hear is fading awes as I notice something familiar

that my dad gave to

with sobs unexpectedly as I run toward it, kneeling. Pushing a lock between my