Tom Kaulitz

It was an ordinary day at school. I was sitting in the last period, lazily glancing out the window and waiting for the bell. New students were supposed to join us that day—two brothers who had recently moved to our town.
When the classroom door opened, the teacher introduced them to the whole class.
Bill and Tom Kaulitz.
They immediately drew everyone's attention. Bill was more open and smiley, while Tom kept himself slightly apart, wearing his usual self-assured smirk.
The only free seat left was next to me.
"Tom, sit here," the teacher said.
I silently moved my things, making room for him.
For the first few days, we hardly spoke. Tom was constantly late, argued with the teachers, and somehow managed to get reprimanded even when he wasn't doing anything at all.
But gradually, we started talking.
At first, it was because of school assignments, then just because. I found out that he was into guitar and dreamed of performing before a large audience one day.
One day after classes, I accidentally overheard him playing in the empty music room.
I stopped by the door, listening.
Tom didn't notice me right away. When our eyes met, he smirked slightly and took his hand off the strings.
"Have you been standing there long?"