Please Don't Touch

"I don't know why I'm here," I tell the janitor as I stand in his closet and he raises an eyebrow before shutting the door and leaving.

I got a note from Theodore saying to meet him here. "It's important" but it been thirty minutes. I should've known.

I angrily stomp out and lucky me I find him leaning against a locker talking to some girl.

But who am I right?

I only roll my eyes and get to the first period early. I sat in my seat slamming my book onto the desk and doodling all over it.

The door opens and I assume it's the teacher so I don't bother lifting my head.

"This isn't the janitor's closet." The deep voice rings and I grit my teeth.

"What game are you playing at?" The stupid idiot raises an eyebrow at me and I roll my eyes. "How dare you just ditch me so you could lean against a locker talking to some Betty bye-bye."

He says laughing and I slam the book shut. "Relax Quen I was just discussing something

know why I agreed. I don't even know what I'm doing anymore." Tears spring to my eyes mentally curse myself. "You have me on this stupid rollercoaster and I want to get off!  I can't do this! I came to college to learn. And to get away from you. Okay? You took away everything from me. What else do you want Theodore? What else?! Because I honestly have nothing left." Grabbing my stuff I decide that maybe its best I look for another

I skip class for the rest of the day just sitting in the dorm on

decent one that I could pay the two first

I wait a few seconds and on the third

. hello, I'm calling about your one-bedroom apartment? Not too far

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sigh at Ocean and he smiles

"You're welcome."

apartment on the same day that I called. Seems like she was in desperate need of the money, I hope she doesn't

done, Theodore comes stomping

all

I inform him and his

"What?"