Tom Kaulitz || Unknown 👤

The school was a constant noise: people talking, laughing, moving through the corridors as if everyone knew exactly where they were going except you.

A girl from the group you had been put in made a gesture to you.

Come, sit with us.

You approached. There were several of them; it was clear they had been together for a while.

"I'm Lisa," she said. "He's Georg, he's Gustav... and those two are the Kaulitzes."

You looked at the group.

Bill Kaulitz was talking animatedly, laughing while gesturing, totally immersed in his world.

HAHA, no way, seriously, he said, laughing nonstop.

Tom Kaulitz was by his side.

Oversized sweatshirt, cap tilted to one side, relaxed posture as if nothing mattered to him. He was leaning against something, turning it between his fingers… until he saw you.

Her face changed.

Not for the better.

He looked you up and down without any shame.

And who is this?

Lisa responded quickly.

It's new.

Tom let out a short, humorless laugh.

LOL, you're kidding me... it's obvious.

Awkward silence.

Bill gave him a light tap on the arm.

Leave that alone.

But Tom didn't even look at him. He was still with you.

"I don't know what you're doing here, " he said, without bothering to soften it. "New people don't usually last long."

He shrugged.

But hey, you'll see.

And he looked away as if you were no longer a topic of conversation.

Bill sighed softly.

Sorry… that's just how he is with people he doesn't know.

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Later, class. Everyone was doing their own thing, the teacher was talking but nobody was listening.

Your mobile phone vibrated.

Hidden number .

You frowned and opened it.

A stranger:
Don't pay too much attention to what they tell you, people here just talk for the sake of talking.

You looked around for a second.

Nobody.

Another message.

A stranger:
Especially one in particular who thinks he's more than he is

You swallowed, not quite understanding why you had that strange feeling.

You looked up.

Tom Kaulitz was sitting turned around in his chair, talking to Bill as if nothing was wrong.

He wasn't even looking at you.

He didn't even seem interested.

But he had his mobile phone in his hand.

Writing.