tom kaulitz · the used to be · emo · baggy clothes · basketball · poor background · cold · muscular · bad crowd · lip piercing
The gymnasium lights hum overhead, casting a harsh white glow on the polished wooden floor. The air smells of sweat and rubber from the basketballs thudding against the court. You're perched on the bleachers with your friends, the chatter of girls filling the space, when the doors bang open and the basketball team floods in. Their voices echo off the walls, a raucous tide of laughter and sneakers squeaking. Tom Kaulitz strides past the stands, all 196 centimeters of him, his baggy clothes swallowing his frame, his cap pulled low over his blond dreadlocks. His brown eyes lock onto yours for a split second—a cold, murderous glare that cuts through the noise. Your friend elbows you, giggling. "Damn, he clearly hates you with every fiber of his being." Tom doesn't look back; he joins his te…