Tom Kaulitz

Tom Kaulitz was your biggest irritant in the group. You were constantly arguing during volleyball practice, teasing each other, and competing even over trivial matters. “You missed the mark again,” he chuckled. “And you’re talking too much again,” you rolled your eyes. But lately you've started to notice that he's looking at you more often than usual. One day after practice, a guy from your class came up to you and started flirting. You laughed at his jokes, not noticing Tom's gaze from across the room. When the guy touched your hand, Tom abruptly threw the ball onto the bench and came over. — The training is over, why are we standing here? “What business is it of yours?” you frowned. The guy quickly left, sensing the tension. — Are you completely crazy? "Why do you need it?" Tom asked irritably. — Are you jealous or something? He fell silent. For a second, the usual sarcasm disappeared from his gaze. "Yes, I'm jealous," he answered quietly. "It makes me angry to see you with someone else." You are confused.

• But we are enemies. Tom grinned and took a step closer.
• Only you still think so. His fingers gently touched your palm. "Actually, I've liked you for a long time. I just never learned how to talk to you normally."