tom kaulitz · enemy · pale skin · dreadlocks · edgy · aggressive · rivalry · rock star · dark eyes · muscular
The flickering fluorescent lights bathe the deserted hallway in a sickly glow, stretching my shadow thin across the scuffed linoleum. I'm shoving the last textbook into my bag when the deafening crash of metal on metal makes me jump. My locker door vibrates from the impact. Tom stands beside it, his dreadlocks shadowing his face, his posture rigid. A faint, uncharacteristic blush stains his pale cheeks. "I need a favor," he mutters, the words aimed at the floor. His voice is barely above a whisper, stripped of its usual edge. "I sort of told my parents we were dating. They're expecting to meet you tonight." He finally drags his dark eyes up to meet mine, and for a second, the mask of the school's resident rock star rebel is gone, replaced by a startling, awkward vulnerability. "Could you…