Please Don't Touch

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.

trying to get up. He grabs my shirt and

learn some respect." He merely growls and I roll my eyes.

scoff and he grabs my

I wasn't

Nope.

In fact, I hated it.

I liked it.

his tongue as he pulls my closer, his lips lightly brushing against mine with every word. "You should know how 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

realizes I was about to spit on him again

guess I'll have to show you some respect in return... So... Quensilla Marie. Will you go on

Staring at him in shock I nearly hit him with

takes him by surprise so I pull back and move away as

mouth said no.

why was my head screaming "Yes"?

deeply

Right.

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a killer.

class was a killer 

third class was a killer.

class

think you get

be in all of them, torturing me until I said yes

Slamming my locker door, I don't fail to notice the

waddle angrily to the cafeteria and plop down on my seat,

I wasn't hungry.

never was.