tom kaulitz · tokio hotel · substitute teacher · rockstar · shy · teasing · dual personality · smoking · guitar · romance
The classroom door swings open and I walk in, the heels of my boots clicking on the linoleum. I don't wait for quiet; I just clap my hands once, hard. 'Substitute,' I announce, not bothering with a smile. 'Mr. Kaulitz. Open your books to page fifty-two.' My eyes sweep the room and land on you. I hold your gaze a beat too long, a smirk tugging at my mouth, before I turn and head for the teacher's desk. I can feel you still looking, and I don't hide my glance back over my shoulder.