PROMISCUOUS BOY

Chapter 1: Afterparty

No one could be heard over the music, everyone seemed to be enjoying themselves, the party reeked of alcohol. It was an hour after the award show had taken place, which your band had received multiple awards for. Ramona decided to host an afterparty to celebrate your guys awards at her house, and it was really fun. Everything was going well, and you've never had anymore fun than you are now.

You and Ramona were dancing together on the dance floor, she pulled out some moves you thought she would've never done, but she was very drunk. Drunk Ramona was more fun and careless than sober bossy Ramona. You yourself already felt quite tipsy too, stumbling as you danced. The entire room was hot with the amount of people.

A group of people entered the party, which you and Ramona immediately recognised. Tokio Hotel had finally arrived, and you and Ramona approached them excitedly, greeting the group of boys.

"Hey guys, I was starting to think you wouldn't come." Ramona said, embracing each of them into a hug. You pulled in Bill for a hug, but decided to shake the others hands instead as you were only really close with Bill out of them all and thought it would be weird to hug someone you aren't very familiar with.

You felt Tom Kaulitz's eyes pierce through you, you quickly peeked at him and saw he was checking you out. You looked back at Bill who was talking about how great your performances were, and how you guys deserved all the awards you received. You glanced back at Tom, and saw him still staring at you intensely.

Gosh, what's his problem? I wonder what's going through his mind right now.

*TOM'S POV*
The direction of her face aimed at the bright party lights, her y/e/c orbs reflecting the colours, her eyes were bright and I was struck by their beauty. Her y/h/c locks fell in front of her shoulders as she leaned forward laughing at Georg's joke, which I was too distracted and mesmerised by her eyeful appearance to hear.

I looked her outfit up and down, her style was as attractive as her face and body. She wore a black lace tank top, and a short jean skirt with a black rhinestone butterfly belt. She wore black tights underneath her skirt, which my mind imagined sliding off of her smooth legs. I looked down at her shoes, she wore simple black boots. On top of her shirt she wore a black sheer top. Her hair hung over her shoulders, with silver butterfly earrings dangling from her ear.

I examined her makeup, which went with her delicate features perfectly. She had clear soft skin, that I wished I could drag my fingertips over. She wore a rosey-pink lipstick, and subtle black eyeliner and eyeshadow around her eyes. Her cheeks were tinted with a pink blush. Highlighter sat onto her cheekbones and the bridge of her nose.

Everything about her was so attractive.

I chewed my gum nervously, my cheeks flushed pink as her and her friend Ramona were done speaking to us and began to walk away. I was determined to get her number by the end of the night.

As she walked off, I stared down at her sexy figure, and couldn't help but glance down at her ass. I smirked to myself and played with my lip piercing.

*Y/NS POV*

You made your way over to the drinks, grabbing a cup and scooping the liquid up. As you took a sip of your alcohol, you noticed Tom leaning against the counter. You and him locked eye contact whilst you continued to drink, which you guess he took as a signal to come over and approach you, as that was what he did. He walked over to you, grabbing a cup and scooping up the same drink. He looked you up and down once again, and finally spoke. "Congratulations on tonight, we loved your performance." he said.

"Thank you." you said, about to walk away to join the dance floor before he continued to speak. He wanted to engage in a coversation with you.

"I listen to your music, you know?" he told you, taking another sip off his drink. "Oh really?" you asked, tilting your head. "I'm guessing you don't like it." you replied. "Nah, actually I listen to it everyday. You have a pretty voice." he complimented.

You felt your cheeks become warm, "Oh, thanks." you thanked him, unsure of how to respond. "Pretty voice for a pretty girl." he said. You nervously giggled, drinking out of your cup, a drop of the drink escaping and dripping down the corner of your mouth. You wiped it with your finger and licked it off.

He chewed his gum and continued to stare. You began to feel uncomfortable but yet flattered that a handsome man like Tom Kaulitz was checking you out.

"You're so beautiful, let me get your number." he wasn't really asking, more demanding. You look at him, locking eyes once again. You felt a feeling of lust and attraction run through your body at how good looking he was. You laughed, "sure, okay." you responded. You pulled a pen out of a cup in the kitchen, and wrote your number down onto his hand. You look up at him and see he's smiling, you couldn't help but smile too.

Was Tom Kaulitz seriously interested in you? Like really?

"Alright, have a good night, gorgeous." he said, walking off, showing you his white teeth, with his green gum in between them as he smiled. You laughed again, you were completely flustered. Your cheeks were pink and felt so warm, you immediately ran over to Ramona who was busy dancing the night away.

"Dude." you said, taking a deep breathe before beginning to speak. "What? Who'd you fuck?" she asked, since your hair was frizzy and your cheeks were flushed. "What? Shut up, I didn't fuck anyone." you laughed, slapping her arm, she laughed at your offended expression. "Tom Kaulitz just asked for my number." you blurted out. Her jaw dropped, nearly as shocked as you were.

She grabbed your arm to go to a more quiet setting. She dragged you into the living room where there were a few people sitting down chatting, some making out, some passed out, and some just sitting down either bored or drunk out of their mind. "GIRL ARE YOU SERIOUS?" she shrieked. You nodded, grinning. "Okay I don't wanna be a bitch but as your friend, I have to be honest... Do you seriously think that's the best idea?" she asked. "What do you mean?" You asked, frowning and crossing your eyebrows in confusion.

"Bro, did you forget it's Tom Kaulitz?" she said, having the same confused expression. "Yeah, so?" You shrugged, shaking your head. "Tom Kaulitz is a mega playboy. You might be another girl he just wants to lay." she told you. You stared at her for a moment, "yeah but he was like seriously checking me out." you defended. "You sound so stupid, he checks every girl out to see how hot she is because he wants to DO THEM." she explained. You crossed your arms.

"Well he just asked for my number, that's all."

She sighed, "Okay." she said, giving up trying to convince you out of it. She simply walked off without saying anything else, joining the dance floor again.
You stood there stunned, and your eyes lingered to Tom again. You saw him leaning against a wall, speaking to a blonde girl. She touched his arm, laughing, and he laughed back. You watched her dig into her purse for a pen and began to write what you assumed was her number onto his hand.

You watched in disgust, Ramona was completely right. Your tongue poked the inside of your cheek in jealousy, you felt betrayed, shaking your head at his actions. You impulsively made the decision to interrupt and confront him. You were about to either embarrass yourself or make a valid point.

"Dude, what the fuck?" was all you said to him, as the blonde girl had already walked away.

Judging by his expression, he looked caught off guard to see you. He knew he'd been caught.

"What?" he said, nervously giggling and taking a sip out of his drink.

"Look, I know you're a promiscuous boy or whatever, but I seriously thought you liked me. So I'm sorry but out of respect for myself which is something you don't have, I don't wanna be another girl you fuck and then move onto the next." you explained to him.

"Is that what you think of me? A promiscuous boy?" he asked, slightly offended. "Bro that's literally what you are." you replied in annoyance. "Bold of you to assume I wanted to fuck you." he said. "What?" you asked, crossing your eyebrows in confusion. "Why else would you ask for my number then ask for another girls number too?!" you yelled.

"I can do whatever the fuck I want, you're not my girl." he replied, he seemed to not care and just walked off.

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AUTHORS NOTE:
uhm.. so thoughts? i didnt want it to be too long but also not boring so i tried my best ill try to upload chapters everyday and i hope u guyd enjoyed this chapter feel free to give feedback and suggestions and ideas <3