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.

stiffen before trying to get up. He grabs my shirt and pulls me back

need to learn some respect." He merely growls and

little boy. Sit down and be humble." I scoff and

wasn't

Nope.

fact, I hated it.

that I

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

I was about to spit on him again

I'll have to show you some respect in return... So... Quensilla

him with that corrupted book I

"Eww. No." My answer takes him by surprise so I pull back and move away

mouth said no.

why was my

Focus Quen, you deeply dislike

Right.

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First-class was a

The second class was a killer 

third class was

class was ki-

I think you get the

And guess what?! Surprisingly, Theodore just happened to be in all of them, torturing me until I

to notice the slight

seat, watching as my huge thighs sprawl out the size of Texas.

I wasn't hungry.

I never was.