Tom Kaulitz is your enemy

The noise in the locker room gradually died down—the girls had already run off to class, leaving behind the scent of perfume and the rustle of uniforms. You bent down, searching for an earring that had rolled somewhere under the bench. The metal glinted coldly on the floor, and you were already reaching for it when the door swung open.

Someone was pushed into the locker room. You looked up and froze. Tom. Your arch-enemy, the one whose very appearance irritated you. He, too, froze, unable to believe his eyes. Laughter and the sound of a lock clicking could be heard from outside.

"Hey! What are you doing?!" you shouted, rushing to the door. The only response was muffled laughter and retreating footsteps. You were left alone in the cramped, cold locker room. Tom sighed in irritation and leaned against the locker.

“Excellent,” he muttered. “Now this too. With you.”