Please Don't Touch

2. All This Drama And School Hasn't Started Yet.

Quensilla's POV

Pulling the last of my heavy boxes into the dorm, I dust off my hands and smile at my progress but it soon falls as I realize that I have to unpack.

Grunting, I lock my car and walk upstairs.

Dorm 22.

Turning the knob I freeze at the sight before me. This is the property of Nô-velDrama.Org.

A male.

In a black hoodie, with black pants and black shoes.

Burglar!

I thought this school was secured!

Grabbing the nearest thing which was a pencil, I warily walk towards the criminal.

It was rummaging through one of my boxes.

Perv!

Swiftly I use the pencils strength and slam it down on his back. He freezes while I'm left here wondering why the pencil didn't pierce through him like in Fairy God Parents.

He slowly stands his full height which was about 6'1 and I was barely even reaching mid-back.

Barely.

But I'm kinda there.

He turns around and raises an eyebrow at me before both eyebrows raise.

"Silla?"

"Theodore?"

This boy ought to get a pencil in his eye Timmy Turner's style.

"What're you doing here?" I ask him holding the pencil up defensively and he raises an eyebrow again.

"Do you really think that penc-"

"I asked you a question!"

"Ohkay jeez. I'm going to school here. I wanna be a lawyer."

"Ew," I mutter at him before putting the pencil down. "So why are you in my dorm."

He grins.

"We, my dear friend. Are roommates!"

"Oh, lord! No. Nooo. Why why why? Why did I have to be trapped with this goat." I yell dramatically and he flips my nose.

"No friend." I snap. "Don't touch me."

"Sorry." He mutters when he notices the change of mood.

"I'm gonna see if there are any other rooms available."

"There aren't. You'll have to use an apartment out of campus. Good luck with paying those every month for the next three years." He scoffs and I almost cry.

"I don't like you," I tell him immediately while crossing my arms.

"Because of the past? Newsflash Quensilla: it's the past."

"Uh. Okay?!" I retort. "Do you know how long the past lasts? Three years. For the past three years, I have been ridiculed, disowned, called disgusting names all because of your childish acts. So don't tell me what the fudge it is. I know its the past and I'm oh so sorry that the past still swims in my head!" I yell at him and he gives me a look of pure guilt.

Huffing, I turn on my heel and was about to walk about when he spoke up.

"I'm sorry."

"Yeah well, sorry can't fix anything right now can it," I tell him before slamming the door behind me and leaving.

#

When I came back, before entering the dorm there was this loud blasting of music and cheers.

Is this boy seriously throwing a party?

Throwing open the door, the sight before me has me shook.

My boxes destroyed. People stomping all over my clothes as the walk drunkenly everywhere with the smell of booze assaulting my nose.

Seeing red, I search for Theodore and find him in a heated session with some green-haired girl and I tap her shoulder.

"Wait till your turn." She sneers and I raise an eyebrow.

"Cmon, you're worth more than that, don't have men treating you like this." She looks at me with shock and she steps away all of a sudden shy before quickly walking out.

"What the h-"

"No Theodore. You have no idea how much I want to ram my fist into your face. But I am a happy, changed adolescent so I am going to ask you nicely to get those people the fudge put of my house and to get my clothes off of the ground and into the wash."

"It's hard to take you seriously when you say fudg-"

"NOW!" I scream over the music and his eyes widen.

He goes over shaking his head before turning down the music.

"Alright, guys party's over."

All I hear is fading awes as I notice something familiar laying on the ground broken.

A tiny piece of my locket that my dad gave to me sat apart as the others were thrown apart.

I barely have time for tears to drip as my body racks with sobs unexpectedly as I run toward it, kneeling. Pushing a lock between my ears, I hastily pick up the pieces, walking to the bathroom.

He was the only one who wanted me to stay. Who forgave me. Who offered me help. I can never see him again because he died recently but hey, why not just break the only thing I have of him, universe.

The picture inside was slightly dirty, nothing too bad.

This was only my first day and this is how it turns out. Great. Of course, everywhere I go trouble follows me.

Story of my life.

Theodore's POV

I watch as Silla runs to the bathroom with tears after she picks something up.

"Everybody get out!" I yell louder after their protests and they scramble at my voice.

Quensilla was right. Her clothes were everywhere, thrown about, some destroyed. I feel terrible. I should've set them apart before starting my welcome to a college party.

Walking towards the bathroom I step on a small piece of silver. I pick it up and it seems to be part of a heart, a locket maybe.

"Quensilla?" I murmur and she sniffs.

"Leave me alone."

"I have something for you," I tell her playing with the tiny piece in my hand.

"Shut up. I don't want it. I'm transferring to a new school." She says stubbornly. And I smile at her cuteness.

"Well, I would help you if you wanted me to."

"Theodore. We are not friends. Please just leave me alone." She grunts and my smile drops.

"But we could be...."

"Nah, not after what you did." I sigh and sit on the floor. All this drama on the day I arrive.

"I said I was sorry."

"And I said it didn't bother me. Did that help?"

"I'll make you forgive me."

This time she didn't answer and I was left with silence.

I am going to make this woman forgive me