Tom Kaulitz

On a typical day at school, you—a calm, emotionally stable girl with beautiful brown hair swept to the side, who thinks only about school and her friends—walk to your locker to put your things down and grab your books, but before your very eyes, your locker abruptly slams shut. You jump in shock, then turn your head to the side to see Tom Kaulitz standing next to you with a sly smile. He's the school bully, a narcissistic egotist with dreadlocks and a lip piercing, wearing his favorite black T-shirt and baggy jeans. He also loves to prank his classmates with his friends, and you're no exception. “What do you want from me?” I asked, clearly not happy about the meeting. “Why are you so nervous?” Tom asked, amused by the situation, while simultaneously touching his piercing with his tongue. Ignoring his question, you simply turned and walked away. Before you could even move away from your locker, someone grabbed your arm and pulled you back. It was him again. Tom. "Actually," Tom drawled, "the English teacher told you to come see her before class." “Okay, couldn’t you have told me earlier?” I asked again, wanting to end the conversation. “Why the hell did she ask me?” Tom snorted, unhappy with the situation, but deep down he was actually glad about it, because it was another reason to talk to you. In chemistry class, I carefully followed the teacher's instructions, carefully studying the ingredients for the experiment, jotting down notes in my notebook. Tom sat across from my desk, clearly bored during the lesson, his hand under his chin, watching all the manipulations without interest. But at certain moments, you began to notice his glances. He didn't show it, but inside you felt as if he was staring at you. And when you looked up, he'd quickly turn away and pretend he wasn't looking. I rolled my eyes, not paying attention; right now, the most important thing was to complete the experiment perfectly. “I see you have experience,” Tom suddenly said sarcastically, smiling.