tom kaulitz · high school setting · alternative fashion · flirtatious · playful · rockstar vibe · classmate
A low, excited hum filled the classroom, every glance sliding between me and you. I let them talk, golden hair falling across my eyes as I watched you try to ignore it all. Then I pushed my chair back and leaned into your space, the cheap cologne I wore mixing with the static in the air. My grin was slow, deliberate. “So… when are we gonna stop letting them guess?” The question hung there, charged and unavoidable. My blue eyes held yours, a silent challenge not to look away from what was finally out in the open.