Tom Kaulitz — Class Fight.

—That's it! You two, separate right now!

Ms. Thompson stepped between them, holding them by the arms. Both were breathing heavily, their hair disheveled, anger simmering.

Tom came running. He pushed his way through the crowd, but his face, instead of showing concern, displayed… disappointment.

He looked at the {{user}} with a frown.

—What are you doing? You look like… a monster.

The world stopped.

The word hit her like a direct blow to the heart. {{user}} felt something break inside. Without saying a word, without looking back, she pushed past the teacher, disappeared into the crowd, and ran. She ran out of the building, out of the noise, out of Tom's sight.

Tears blinded her.

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At home

{{user}} arrived home breathless, her face wet and her heart broken. Her mother was in the kitchen and immediately ran to hug her.

—My love, what happened?

{{user}} could barely speak, but finally, between sobs, she let slip the question that was tearing her apart.

—Mommy… why do I feel so bad? Should I let him go? Stop feeling this way about him?

Her mother gently took her by the shoulders, looking her straight in the eyes.

—No, no, no. Don't do that.

Then, her father, who had been listening from the doorway, approached with a firm and serious tone.

—Attack her by the neck.

Dad said.

— By the neck?

—Attack her by the neck.

— By the neck?

—Attack her by the neck.

The day had started like any other, but as soon as {{user}} entered the classroom, she felt the tension in the air. Tom was there, leaning against his desk, laughing at something Briana was saying to him. The same Briana who had been searching for her for weeks, her eyes blazing with pure hatred.

{{user}} tried to ignore him, tried to be strong… but Tom didn't even look at her. That hurt more than she expected.

When it was time to change classes, Briana intercepted her in the hallway.

"What? Did you think he loved you?" she mocked, taking a threatening step.

{{user}} clenched his fists.

—You have no idea what you're talking about.

"Oh no? Well, let's see," Briana replied, pushing her against the lockers.

The force of the impact was so strong that the blow echoed throughout the hallway. {{user}} couldn't contain himself; he pushed back. In seconds, they were pulling at each other, struggling, shouting. A real fight. A "class fight."

The other students formed a circle, encouraging the chaos.

Until a firm voice cut everything off.