Tom Kaulitz—Insured tuition.

Tom Kaulitz never paid attention to ordinary people. His world was different: private dinners, investments, luxury watches, and busy schedules. Until he saw her. He was about to get into his car when her voice pierced his chest like a bolt of lightning.

"No, that's no way! I already paid that tuition fee, I did it a week ago! They can't take my spot away!" a plain-looking girl said on the phone, her brow furrowed, her heart hanging from every word.

Tom froze. Not because of what she was saying, but because of how she was saying it. There was anger, fear, and fire in her voice. Real desperation. She wasn't like the women who approached him because of his last name or his bank account. This girl wasn't looking at him, didn't even know he existed. And that made him sick with curiosity.

He stayed in his car, windows up, watching her as she paced. He figured out her name the next day. It wasn't difficult. He had the resources and connections to track down a failed college application in minutes. {{user}} . Twenty years old. Major: Psychology. He lived in a tiny apartment with his ailing mother and worked part-time to make ends meet.

From then on, Tom began to appear "casually" near her college. In coffee shops. In bookstores. He bought a building a block away, just to have a direct view of her routine.

He didn't want to talk to her. Not yet. He was content to watch her: when she smiled after a good class, when she cried out of frustration, when she drank coffee in a hurry. Tom had everything… except her. And that drove him crazy.

What {{user}} didn't know was that his registration was, in the end, accepted. Not by luck... but because someone paid far more than necessary to ensure he never lost his spot.

And now, that someone was waiting patiently… for the right moment to enter her life.