Please Don't Touch

6.That's Not The Way To Do It

Quensilla's POV

He's just confused.

Yup.

That's all.

Stepping out of the bathroom, I tiptoe out fully dressed ready day for classes.

"Hey, babe. You ready?"

"Oh crap!" I yell frightened, hand over my heart. "I-I- Don't call me 'babe."

I grumpily step out and slam the door leaving him inside before sprinting towards the library.

Once indoors, I breathe a sigh of relief, I walk towards the teen fiction section and found absolutely nothing interesting. I look around to see if anyone was looking before making my way to the forbidden adult sector I search a little before I pick out a book called "Fifty shades of grey".

Seems innocent enough.

I took it and walk towards the sectioned tables and sigh with happiness at the silence

Fifteen chapters engrossed into the book and I'm telling you people. It's not for kids!

"So what're we reading?" I jump slamming the book shut. I move quickly to hide the book from Theodore as he sat next to me.

"We aren't reading anything." I snap rudely trying to covering up.

"Oh lighten up, you'll get wrinkles at your young age." he jokes flicking my nose and I stare at his hands in disgust before spitting square into his eyes.

He freezes before turning red and I stiffen before trying to get up. He grabs my shirt and pulls me back

merely growls and I

"Respect? For you? Please, little boy. Sit down and be humble." I scoff and he grabs my neck stiffly and pulls

I wasn't choking.

Nope.

In fact, I hated it.

hated that I liked it.

powerful I am by now and how far I will go to get it. As if I haven't made myself clear the last time, You. Are. Mine. Always have been, so I would appreciate a little more respect- ah ah ah!"

on him again so he

some respect in return... So... Quensilla Marie. Will you

nearly hit him with that corrupted book I hid

My answer takes him by surprise so I pull back

mouth said no.

why was my head

deeply dislike

Right.

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was a killer.

second class was a

class was a

The fourth class was ki-

think you get the point

all of them, torturing

I don't fail to notice the slight jump, my

I waddle angrily to the cafeteria and plop down on my seat, watching as my huge thighs sprawl out the

wasn't hungry.

I never

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