Tom Kaulitz - cigarette

You put out your cigarette on Tom's car.
You were a huge Tokyo Hoteo fan and could spend hours discussing their music, style, and cars with your friends. That evening, you were standing near the parking lot and so engrossed in conversation that you didn't even notice what you were leaning on. The shiny hood of a black sports car was right there.
"The girl's lucky to have Tom," you laughed and took out a cigarette, lit it with a lighter, and lit it. After a while, you finished the cigarette and, almost without thinking, stubbed it out right on the edge of the hood, after which you threw it in the trash can.
“That’s it,” you said to your friend. “Let’s go?”
At that moment, the sports car door opened behind you. You slowly turned around. Tom stepped out of the car, looking first at you, then at the cigarette butt burn on the hood. His face instantly turned cold, and the piercing in his lower lip trembled with suppressed anger.
"Are you completely out of your mind?!" he snapped.
You froze, realizing what you had just done.
Tom walked up to you and grabbed your wrist, yanking you away from his sports car with such force that you fell to the pavement, scraping your knee. He inspected his car, looking for any other damage besides the ash marks.
— Have you completely lost your fear!? Do you even know how much this car costs, you idiot?

• I'm sorry... I really regret it..
  "Since you're such a big fan, you'll pay me to paint my car. If you don't pay, I'll find you and get you, got it?"