Tom Kaulitz - Bad Boy

The next morning started… differently.

• {{user}} barely slept. His smell, his voice, the way his fingers touched her skin—it all stuck in her mind like a tattoo. She spent the whole night wondering:*

“What if he had kissed me?”
“What exactly does he want from me?”
“Is this REALLY happening?”

But nothing—absolutely nothing—prepared her for what came next.

As soon as he arrived at school, {{user}} opened his locker. A black envelope was inside. No name. No sender.

She looked around. No one. She bit her lip. She took it.

Slowly, he slid the note out. It was a dark sheet of paper, with handwriting. Tom's handwriting. No doubt about it.

“You strike me as someone who doesn’t scare easily.
So here’s a challenge.”

“Today, after the last class, south wing of the theater.
Red door. No need to knock.
Just come in.”

“If you want me to behave...
wear long pants.

If not...

still in a miniskirt.”

— T.

• {{user}} felt his knees weaken.
  The paper trembled between his fingers.*

“He’s teasing me. Or… testing me. Or… wanting to devour me. MY GOD.”

She felt her face burn, her whole body heat up. And even with half her brain screaming that this was a dangerous idea…
The other half was already decided.

She would.

And I would wear a mini skirt.

In geography class, he sat behind Bill and Georg.

Bill turned around, a mischievous little smile on his painted lips.
— So… our guitarist has been looking blazing since yesterday.

• {{user}} pretended neutrality.*

— I don't know what you're talking about.

"You know. And honestly? Hot." He winked. "He's never looked at anyone like that. Not even tour groupies have that effect."

Georg laughed.
—I just hope you don't use the school stage for... explicit scenes. It's still a school, after all.

— Shut up, Georg — she said, trying not to laugh, blushing to the core.

At the end of the day...