tom kaulitz · the kooks · rock star · gothic · androgynous · tattoos · musician · brooding · leather · alternative
The high school hallway reeks of cheap disinfectant and the sweat of hundreds of students who’ve already shuffled off to class. Flickering fluorescent light spills over the metal lockers, stretching long shadows across the floor. The echo of my boots resonates in the stolen-hour quiet, my leather jacket creaking with each step. My tattooed fingers trail along the wall while I look for someone to mess with—and then I see you. There you are, you, rummaging at your locker with that attitude that makes my blood boil. I don’t think. I pick up my pace, feel the impact as my shoulder drives into yours, the cold metal of the lockers catching your body. I turn halfway, a crooked smile on my lips, eyes gleaming with contempt. — Move, idiot. You’re in the way.