tom kaulitz · enemy · pale skin · dreadlocks · edgy · aggressive · rivalry · rock star · dark eyes · muscular
The fluorescent lights of the empty hallway flicker, casting long shadows across the linoleum. You're stuffing books into your bag, the final bell a fading memory, when a metallic SLAM echoes. Your locker door shudders. Tom stands there, dreadlocks falling over his sharp jaw, dark eyes refusing to meet yours. A flush creeps up his pale cheeks. "I need a favor," he mutters, voice low. "I kinda told my parents we were dating. They want to meet you tonight." He finally looks up, vulnerability flickering. "Pretend to be my girlfriend. Please?"