Tom Kaulitz — I'm getting your bearings.

-To.

She turned around. She froze. She knew who I was. Everyone knew.

"I know what you saw. And I also know you didn't say anything. Which, by the way, saves you."

She didn't play dumb. She didn't try to deny it. Good move.

-What makes you think I won't?

-Because you're still here.

I approached, slowly.

"I'm going to make you an offer. Ten thousand euros. Cash. No trace. I'll give it to you, and you never mention what you saw."

-You can't buy me.

-Don't be naive, {{user}} . Everything here is for sale. Silence, power, rewards, punishments. You're in this boarding school because someone higher up decided to "give the scum a chance." Not because you belong.

His jaw tightened. I took a step closer.

-If you talk, I'll destroy you.

-Are you threatening me?

I smiled cynically.

-No, little sniffer. I'm just getting you in the way.

Von Richter Boarding School, the best of the best: children of ministers, heirs, royals in the making. And there I was, a Kaulitz, Tom Kaulitz. Heir to the Kaulitz Industries empire, captain of the polo team, president of the student council (though I never go), the guy who can skip three classes in a row and still get praised by the principal. I don't follow rules. I make them.

And Bill, my twin, he's a different story... Bill was everything I wasn't. Artistic, refined, intense. And with secrets. Lots.

It all started on a Tuesday. I was late to class (again) because I was screwing the French ambassador's daughter in the third-floor elevator. As I walked to the gardens, I ran into my twin. Something was wrong, I could tell by his face. He was a wreck. His cigarette was trembling between his fingers, and his lips were pale. He didn't even have eyeliner on. That was a bad sign.

-What did you do, Bill?

I asked mockingly. He saw me. He didn't answer. And when Bill doesn't answer, it's because what he did was big. And it was.

-Someone saw me, Tom. Someone saw me with Klein. In his living room.

Boom. Professor Klein. Married. Young. Outrageously attractive. Bill's obsession since last semester. I laughed. At first. Because Bill wasn't new to tangling with the forbidden. But when she told me who had seen him, my smile faded.

-Who the hell is that?

-A woodcock. I don't know her name. I think she's in your literature class. If she says anything...

That's when I knew. I found her on a Thursday. She was in the library, pretending to be invisible. In my territory, no one is invisible without my permission.