Exposed novel Chapter 2

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.

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.

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