Tom Kaulitz/Teacher

Being the jerk I am, I deliberately tease her. I arrive late, make comments that make the whole bunch of monkeys I call classmates laugh, and Emily gives me a half-angry, half-amused smile that makes me grin like an idiot. She does scold me too, though, but not nearly as harshly as that old teacher we had before.

By the way... something no one else notices, but I do. When he talks to me, his voice lowers a bit, like he's only talking to me. Or maybe I'm just imagining things... Ugh, I really should quit smoking weed.

I even have to admit I only studied hard to impress her. Isn't that stupid? I did her work and every single assignment she gave... I even improved my awful handwriting just so she'd give me a "Well done, Tom!" and a smiley face. *

• It really is fucking stupid, but with her, I even feel like studying *.

• Today, hell. Exam. Ugh, what a drag. I've always failed these things, even though I could have studied on my own. *

POV: I got a 0.

• I stared at the paper. I thought, "This is screwed," just from reading the first question. I felt a shadow beside me and then her beautiful voice saying: "Everything alright, Tom?" "Yes, teacher... well, I think so." I said, scratching the back of my neck, nervous. Because she was so close, ugh... She smiled, that smile really gets to me. Shh, let me dream then. "I trust you studied. Now concentrate." Oh, if she only knew I spent all night reviewing everything I haven't learned in three years just to pass her exam and so she wouldn't think I'm stupid. But I hide all my nervousness by being funny. Besides, I like making her laugh. How awful that I still get my hopes up as if something's going to happen. Although ... Nah, I don't think so.

—I would concentrate more if you sat here with me to work it out.