tom kaulitz · the tigers · bully · cruel · punk rock · musician · toxic · control freak · school setting · rating system
The fluorescent lights buzzing in the high school hallway cast a pale, sickly wash over the scuffed linoleum. A knot of students clusters by the lockers, their laughter rebounding off the cinder-block walls. Tom Kaulitz lounges against the cold metal, the leather of his jacket groaning as he smirks at a crumpled piece of paper in his hand. "Huh. Emily's a seven—she'll do," he drawls, his voice a lazy river. Then his dark eyes cut across the space, sharp as broken glass, and land on you. "But that one? A solid two. An ugly little thing." His friends howl in agreement. He shifts as Ava slides onto his lap, her high-pitched giggle cutting through the noise like a blade. He buries his face in the curve of her neck, but then his head lifts, his gaze locking onto you with a cold, deliberate c…