Please Don't Touch

5. Confession Is Good For The Soul

Theodore's POV

I wake up to find Quensilla all wrapped up in her sheets. There was this loud knocking at the door and she didn't look like she was about to get up to check it being deep in slumber and all. Têxt © NôvelDrama.Org.

Grumpily, I climb out of bed and yank the dorm room open to find that imbecile who was talking to my girl.

"Hello." He greets and I raise an eyebrow to which he crosses his arms.

"I'm sure you know I'm not here to see you."He states and I send him a fake smile.

"Back away Salty."

"Salty?"

"Cause your name is Ocean."

"Oo, I see what you did there."

"Right... Anyway, Silla's asleep. Come back never. Good day." I move to slam the door but he pushes it slightly.

"Can you tell her to meet me at the coffee shop?"

"Sure will." Not.

I roll my eyes as he leaves and turns to find Silla rubbing her eyes adorably.

"Mm, who was that?" She murmurs sleepily the sheets draping helplessly across her barely clothed chest.

"No one special."

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I can't believe classes start tomorrow, why do we even have to attend an actual class?

Leaning back onto the wall and watch as Silla sits on her bed, writing some mumbo jumbo, completely ignoring me.

I sigh and walk over to her, throwing myself on her small body.

"Ompf." She lets out. "Theodore!"

Maybe I could seduce her into liking me...

I lazily lay some kisses onto her face and she sputters with rage, pushing me off her and straddling me. She places her tiny hands around my neck and attempts to choke me.

"Boy. Boy. Boy. I don't know who you think you are but don't you ever put your revolting pig lips on me again okay? Like what in the world was that? Are you crazy?"

"Crazy enough to let you stay in this position and call me daddy." I wink and she blushes swiftly moving off me and kicking me off her bed.

"Stay away from me." She nearly yells slipping on her shoes and slamming out.

Welp. That went well.

Quensilla's POV

Men are so confusing!

One minute their all quiet and by themselves then they're all over you like moths to a flame.

Disgusting.

That's what he is.

Rolling my eyes once more at the haunting memory, I Sit on one of the benches and stare at the happy folks, wandering around with their peers.

It was a sunny day too.

Oh, how I'd just love to pop their bubble.

Grunting, a shadow falls over me as I catch sight of light brown hair. I find my mood lighten as Ocean stands in front of me.

"Ocean!"

"Silla!" he yells back and it doesn't feel right coming from him....it sounded better on Theodore's lips.

I stand and he pulls me into a hug.

What is it with the love today?!

"How ya doing?" he asks grinning at me and I shrug.

"I'm pretty okay."

"You're pretty, that's one thing." He mutters softly playing with a lock of my hair and I blush.

"Thanks."

"Did you get my message?" I furrow my eyebrows.

"What message?"

"I told Theodore to ask you to come to see me at the coffee shop."

"Oh.. He didn't tell me. Must've slipped his mind."

"Right."

"Quensilla.."

"Theodore." I sigh frustratedly and I can practically feel Ocean's teeth grit.

"I really don't appreciate you just storming off like that."

"You're not my keeper. I can do whatever I want." I roll my eyes at him turning to Ocean and I can feel his burning gaze on my back.

I was about to speak when he grabs my arm and pulls me away.

"Let me go!" I yell and by now we were earning attention.

Mind ya business you old scallywags!

"Theodore. She said to let her go."

"Shut up Salty." He snaps throwing me over his shoulder while I scream threats at him.

Arriving at the door he throws me onto the bed and looks like he's fighting back a storm.

"What is wrong with you. I feel so e-"

"You're mine," he whispers as an interruption and I freeze. "You've always been, and I don't like sharing."

I shiver slightly before gaining composure and glaring at him.

"Do I look like a toy? Something you can just pass around like what Grayson did? Listen, Theodore, I don't know what game you're playing at but I'm not interested. I don't want you. You hurt me more than anybody could've and I'm not letting my heart open just so it can go through that all over again. I despise you. Get that through your skull."

"You don't understand but you soon will. Don't think for a second that you have a choice of who you love. It's already me. You belong to me and I've been trying to play nice but you are really pushing my buttons." He glares right back and I am left breathless as his heated stare does everything but turn me on.

I stay silent, hoping that he would just get his whale self off me, and soon he did. I just hmph before angrily grabbing my sheets and pulling them over me.

Why is this happening to me?