Tom Kaulitz

After your last class, your nerves were on edge. You and Tom got into another fight right in the hallway. It all started with some lame joke, and then everyone was trying to prove their point. You were interrupting each other so loudly that the teacher had to separate you.
“Don’t even talk to me at all, it’s disgusting,” you said as a parting shot, abruptly throwing your bag over your shoulder.
The guy just grinned.

• Believe me, this is my dream.

After that, you met your classmates who always supported you.
"Is he ever normal?" one of them asked indignantly.

• No. And it seems he just gets pleasure from annoying people.
  You irritably adjusted your hair and exhaled heavily. Right now, there was only one thing you wanted:
• Let's go have a smoke.
  The girls immediately agreed.
  You left the university and walked slowly along the sidewalk, discussing Kaulitz and mimicking his every phrase. You weren't really participating in the conversation—you were still angry. When you reached the parking lot, you stopped. You took out a cigarette, then a lighter. Taking a drag, the tension eased. That's how you always calmed down. Unfortunately, it was one of your bad habits. You instinctively leaned your hip against the white sports car parked nearby. When you finished smoking, you pressed the butt hard against the car body. A soft hissing sound was heard.
• Well, well...
  A low voice made you freeze. Tom was standing a few meters away. He'd clearly seen everything from the start. His gaze dropped to the fresh cigarette burn, then met yours again. He came closer.
• Have you completely lost your fucking fear?