Please Don't Touch

6.That's Not The Way To Do It

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.

He freezes before turning red and I stiffen before trying to get up. He grabs my shirt and pulls me back down.

"You need to learn some respect." He merely growls and I roll my eyes.

"Respect? For you? Please, little boy. Sit down and be humble." I scoff and he grabs my neck stiffly and pulls me to him.

I wasn't choking.

Nope.

In fact, I hated it.

I hated that I liked it.

"Listen Quensilla" He murmurs my name rolling off his tongue 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 go to get it. As if I haven't made myself clear the last time, You. Are. Mine. Always have been, so I would appreciate a little more respect- ah ah ah!"

He realizes I was about to spit on him again so he stops me. This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org: ©.

"But... I guess I'll have to show you some respect in return... So... Quensilla Marie. Will you go on a date with me?"

Staring at him in shock I nearly hit him with that corrupted book I hid in my shirt.

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

My mouth said no.

So why was my head screaming "Yes"?

Focus Quen, you deeply dislike him.

Right.

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First-class was a killer.

The second class was a killer

The third class was a killer.

The fourth class was ki-

I think you get the point

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

Slamming my locker door, I don't fail to notice the slight jump, my neighbor.

I waddle angrily to the cafeteria and plop down on my seat, watching as my huge thighs sprawl out the size of Texas.

I wasn't hungry.

I never was.

Plugging in my headphones, I smile as Astrid S fills my ears. Closing my eyes I lay my head on the table.

No one has attempted to talk to me, nor introduce themselves. Might as well sleep.

Tap. Tap

Ignore. They'll go away.

Tap. Tap

Sooner or later.

Tap. Tap. Tap

"What?!" I yell over the music in my ears and Theodore seems slightly frightened. "Theodore for my sake! Jeez, we live in the same dorm. If you have something to-"

He looks angry as he grabs my hand tightly and yanks me up pulling me out of the cafeteria.

"I- Stop! What're you doing?! Theodore you're hurting me!" I whimper but he doesn't stop. Instead, he swings me around and slams me against a locker.

He pushes his lips on mine, leaving close to none space in between us as he uses one hand to hold mine above my head and the other to roam my body.

Stupidly I don't fight back, only a gasp here and there as he groped at certain places.

Breathing hard, he buries his head in my neck hurriedly and I bite my lip.

Do I really wanna stop him though?

It seems like it’s the right thing to do.

I push him off of me finally and he smirks.

"That was even more amazing than I thought." I felt disgusted. I didn't want to be here. Not right now. So without another word I ran.