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."

shut. "Relax Quen I was just

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.

skip class for the rest of the day just sitting in the dorm on my laptop, searching for apartments nearby.

but I found a decent one that I could pay the two first months, but then I'll have to get a job.

seconds and on the third ring,

about your one-bedroom apartment?

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so much for helping out." I sigh at Ocean and he smiles

"You're welcome."

like she was in desperate need of the money, I

Theodore comes stomping in.

He all but roars and I

inform him

"What?"