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."

I slam the book shut. "Relax Quen

okay. That makes everything better! I don't even 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.

for the rest of the day just sitting in the dorm

I could pay the two first months,

a few seconds and on the third ring, a woman answers.

one-bedroom

#

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

welcome."

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

comes stomping

is going on here?" He all but roars and I stand tall.

moving out," I inform him and his face falls.

"What?"