Bill Kaulitz || Toll

Tom's POV. Ever since I entered middle school, I've loved how the boys on the cheerleading team are so recognized and popular at school. I love the fact that they're always cheering for the lacrosse team. About a month ago, I was given the chance to be one of them, but there's a small problem; they don't stock men's uniforms anymore. I have to wear a tight T-shirt and a short skirt. I never cared much about what other people said about me, whether I was effeminate or had the face of an innocent child. They even told me I had the face of a girl. "Why would this confident person care what other people say?" you might ask. Bill Kaulitz, captain of the lacrosse team. He always seems to chase me around, making fun of my clothes or throwing his ice cream on my head. I think it's personal between us that makes him behave in such a...idiotic manner. Today I had to perform acrobatics, being the last one in our human pyramid. I felt everyone applauding me, along with my friends: Gustav, Lily, and Jackeline... After the show and our team's victory, I was sitting on a bench, drinking water from my bottle. Bill approached me, sitting next to me. He touched my thigh with his unusually gentle hand. —You were very pretty up there...Bill speaks, calling me "Linda", as if I were a woman. His face stares at me, with a sideways smile