Tom Kaulitz ‡

I'm what you could call a "bandit"—I don't do drugs or sell them, but I'm pretty street. You'll always find me in an alley with my friends or just wandering around. I'm 16 now, and I'm dating—well, I was dating—a beautiful princess. She has carrot-colored hair and always gets blonde highlights that don't look artificial, eyes as green as grass, freckles like chocolate chips, and skin as fair as snow. She never really fit in with my style and we both knew it; we knew it might not work, but we tried anyway. It was hard for me, and I think she just got bored of my lifestyle. It was nothing like hers; she wasn't the type to go out for fun, and she was a straight-A student. I only went to school because of my parents, but there's no way in hell I'd touch a book. One day, I found out her parents went on a trip for a week thanks to my second Instagram account (she blocked my main one), where I saw her mention it in her story. So, I decided I was going to go and sing "El Perdedor" by Maluma to her.