Slam! My books fall to the floor as I pant, 15 minutes late. It wasn't my fault my alarm didn't go off this morning! "Alana, I've marked you tardy. 1 more and it's after school detention." I groan, covering my face. I have no time for this old bat's annoying news. Tom chuckles, his pencil tapping as he writes. If you haven't caught on, this is why people think we have something going on between us.
It's our thing everyday to communicate through notes, it's just something we do. It's not weird or anything, and it keeps our conversation private for the most part. He folds it, sliding it carefully to me. ' Naughty girl, going to spend detention with me if you're late again. ' I grimace at his note, hoping what I'm thinking is not what he means. I write this thought down, watching his smirk glow.
He writes back, giving it back.' Yes, that's what I mean. ' I fake gag, making him laugh. He motions his fingers for the note, which I hesitantly give him. Write, pass, unfold, read. ' Admit you would totally smash. ' My jaw drops at his open-ended statement. Tom is such a perverted freak sometimes. My god. I shake my head, he nods.
"Yes you would." He whispers, chuckling. I shake my head again, trying to deny the fact that he's even having this conversation with me. I'm starting to think I'm his crush, because the only girl he shows interest in is me. Of course it's me. I could've seen that coming from a mile away.
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I flip through the books on the shelf, not finding a single one that looks interesting. I turn around to Tom standing there and I almost scream. He slaps his hand over my mouth before I can even say anything, pinning me to a shelf. He smirks, letting me go. "I could do that all day." He whispers, leaning in close to my face. I push him away by his nose, shaking my head.
"Personal space, Tom. And don't do that, next time I'll punch you." He ignores me, spinning me around again to face him. My back gets pressed against the shelf, his right hand wraps around my neck, his left hand on my hip. He grins wide, looking me up and down. "You know you're really bad at hiding that you like me, Kaulitz."
He laughs, his face is now centimeters from mine. I swallow my confidence in under a second, biting my lip. "That's the point." He leans in even more, tightening his squeeze on my neck. He dips his head in the curve of my neck, I hear him breathe in my scent. A part of me is scared, but the other trusts him. Tom is no creep, he may be overly flirty but he would never hurt a woman. The only way he makes her scream is in bed.
He places a soft peck, smiling against my skin. "I know you think I'm attractive, Alana. There's no hiding that either." Shit. How do I even hide that? I've admitted that to myself, and he knows. It's like he knows everything. I swallow hard, pushing him away from me. His hands leave my body, stuffing themselves in his pockets.
He laughs, standing as I continue to search for a book. "You know I'm right, Smith." I roll my eyes, flipping my hair from my shoulder to behind me. "Shut up, Tom." I nearly jump from my skin feeling his arms wrap around my waist. I push him off, turning around. Gripping a dreadlock, pulling him close. Face to face, he smirks wide.
"What're you going to do? It's evident. And I'm no dumbass." I scoff. "Yes you are." He gains a messy grin, gripping my chin. I don't let his hair go, staring up into his dark brown eyes. There's something off about Tom, there always has been. He smiles all wide, toothy and everything. I notice how sharp his teeth look, sort of weird. Does he file them?
"You just don't want to admit you think I'm hot, that's what this is." He confronts lowly. I feel the blood rush to my cheeks as my heart works overtime, nearly pounding out of my chest. I push him away, trying to calm myself down. He chuckles, following me around. Constantly asking me dumb questions like if I'm a virgin, if I've ever gave a blowjob. Weird Tom things like that.
Finally, I find a book. Trying to ignore him as I check it out, but he just doesn't leave me alone. I sit down at a table, accepting my defeat with my shadow here. "I don't know, Alana, I think we really could be good together." I sigh, putting the book down. Leaning back and crossing my arms.
"Alright, what about this? We get to know each other more outside of school, and if I feel that then we can.. be something." Tom's whole aura changes the second I finish my sentence, he smiles childishly. "Really?" I giggle at his expression. "Sure."
He stands up, running to my side. He picks me up no problem and spins me around, squeezing me against him in a one-sided hug. "A-Alright Tom, put me down." I groan, he laughs. Setting me down, he ruffles my hair. A smirk envelopes his lips. "I hope you're sure on your decision." He mumbles, leaning down in my face. I can't help myself but look at his lips, they look so big and soft.
So kissable, really. That piercing, must be that piercing. Tom's dangerous, he could easily play me. But I would apologize if he did that, he's popular, hot, and strong. What else could one need?
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I pull the t-shirt over my head, flopping on my bed. I sigh, curling up with my phone. Flipping it open, why is Tom texting me now?
Tom ;)
Tom ;) - What's your address?
me - what the hell are
you asking me that for this
late?
Tom ;) - I'm gonna give you
a minute to give me your
address before I punish you.
me - please don't say that
to me ever again.
Tom ;) - Give me your address.
me - omg fine its ******
on **** street.
Tom ;) - Perfect. Ly pretty
me - come to the back window
on the right, my dad's home.
and im only saying that
bc i know you're coming
Tom ;) - Well I didn't plan
on cumming but if that's what
you've got in mind
me - i would not
fuck you Tom, keep
dreaming.
Tom ;) - See you in a minute
me - you asshole.
Tom ;) - Cutie. Just wait.
me - alright THAT'S ENOUGH.
see you.
read - 9:23 pm
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I roll onto my back, covering my face. I can't believe I'm letting Tom sneak into my house, this is insane. I close my phone, getting up. I grab my perfume and spray it all around my room, I don't want it to smell bad in here since I practically live in my room only. I never leave.
Glancing out my window, no sign of Tom. Thank god. Maybe I'll change quickly, after all I'm dressed like a hobo. Walking to my closet, I pull out a tank top and shorts. Slipping on my bra quickly.
I yawn, brushing through my hair with my fingers. A tapping at my window startles me, god I hate living in the basement. Tom somehow prys my window open from the outside, sliding in. His legs dangle first, then he jumps over my nightstand, flopping onto my bed. I gasp, freezing in my place. How did he not hurt himself?
He sits up, eyeing me up and down. I realize he's not wearing a hat or even a durag, he just wears a ponytail. And he looks good, I can't even lie. As much as I don't want to admit it.
"Hey." He smiles, standing up. I observe his outfit. A t-shirt, basketball shorts. Tennis shoes, no socks in sight. His arms look pretty muscular right now.
He approaches me, towering right over me. I watch as he leans down to equal us out, his eyes on my lips. I stand still, hoping to god he doesn't take advantage of me right now. No way he'd do that, right? "You seem nervous," He whispers, cupping my jaw. "You don't need to be." I swallow my fear, stepping a little closer to him. He grins, abducting me in a hug.
He picks me up off my feet, I wrap my legs around his torso and my arms around his neck. Holding on for dear life, as for me falling from the top of his height is like jumping from a building. Except Tom is the building, he's so tall. I feel his lips connect at my neck, leaving some small pecks behind. "Let's go out." He suggests, I pull away. Look down at him. "Where? It's late?"
"I was thinking to that coffee shop down the road, I'm hungry." I giggle. "I'm not going like this." Tom rolls his eyes, placing his hands to his hips. "Well obviously! This view is for me only! Which by the way you look sexy." I tilt my head, giving him a sarcasstic look. He only shrugs. "Hey I'm not wrong."
I scoff, walking to my closet to change yet again. "Yes you are." He sits back down on my bed, turning away. I flip through my closet, looking for some pants. I'm keeping the shirt, but these spring nights are too cold to be going out in shorts yet. "No I'm not, you're mine. And that's final." I chuckle, finding some sweat pants to pull over my shorts.
"Yeah right, I don't belong to you Tom. I'm not some dog." When I turn around, he's fidgeting with his piercing. His tounge twisting it around and moving it. His eyes are locked at my hips. I clear my throat, placing my hands on my hips in a sassy manner.
"Eyes are up here Tom." He smirks. "Yeah but the lips I want to kiss are there," He points to my crotch. "In between your hips." I roll my eyes, picking up my sweat jacket. Zipping it up to the middle of my chest, Tom laughs quietly.
"It's not that cold, Alana." I shrug. "I'm skinny, you never know." Tom only shakes his head with a small smile on his lips, boosting me out the window. I crawl in the grass to my feet, wobbling a little on the uneven grounds. He crawls out no problem, cracking my window.
Running up next to me as I make my way to the sidewalk, he scoops me up in his arms. Laughing. I smile wide, wrapping my arms around his neck. "Let me give you a piggyback, please?" He begs me, his eyes doe like. I smirk, nodding. He sets me down, knealing for me to climb on his back.
I hop up, he holds under my thighs and pulls me flush against his back. My arms hang over his shoulders, my head rests on his as he carries me. He runs with me, laughing as he struggles to keep his balance. I laugh with him, pretending to control him by his ponytail which only makes him laugh more.
He almost trips over concrete, making me laugh even harder. "You idiot!" I cackle, he laughs breathlessly. "S-Shut up!" He stutters, heaving for air. I cling to him tighter, feeling like I'm going to fall if I don't. He pants, walking the rest of the way down the sidewalk until we can finally see it. He sets me down, taking my hand in his. As we walk, I look at his hand compared to mine. Huge.
Looking up at him, he walks with pride. His chin up, his shoulders back, his eyes low like he has no worries. My heart begins to pick up just thinking about all the things he could do to me. It's wrong, but it's just human nature right? Tall man, strong and proud. Could tower over me in more ways than one, protective, sexy, muscular. He'd never let a thing happen to me. He's like a body guard. That's kind of assuring.
He snaps me from my thoughts when he opens the door for me, allowing me in first. I walk up to the counter, overviewing what I want. Even though it's spring time, a hot chocolate sounds appealing right now. Tom walks up behind me, his hands on my shoulders. Rubbing them sweetly as he gazes at the menu himself.
Georg walks out to the main area. Shit. He works here? He smiles up at Tom. "Hey Tom, the usual?" Tom shushes him. "Keep it down, Georg. But yes." Georg half nods, looking down to me. "And for you?" I smile politely, stepping forward. I try to hide my fear of him as I order.
"Can I get a hot chocolate please?" Georg puts it in the system, nodding. I see it float across the screen, realizing I don't have any money. Tom pushes beside me, looking down. I see his wallet in his hands, damnit Tom. He pulls out his credit card, handing it to Georg.
As it processes, Georg looks up to Tom. "Will we see you later, Tom?" Tom shakes his head, retracting his card from the machine and stuffing it back in wallet. "Nope, got myself a date tonight." He smiles down at me, I roll my eyes. "It's not a date yet, Kaulitz."
Georg's face lights up like he's got an idea. He reaches for the cups as we move down to his work station to keep talking to him. I can barely peek over the glass to be heard, while Tom is a foot above it. Not a soul is in here anyway, but there's some maintenance people in the back of the kitchen.
"Right, right. I remember you telling us about some woman you like. This her?" Tom groans, covering his face in frustration. I laugh at his friend exposing him. I glance over at Georg shaking a package of what looked like red gel into Tom's cup. I have to double take, it looks so weird. So.. human like? I try to ignore it, focusing on Tom's annoyed face as he speaks english to Georg.
Georg laughs, putting the lid on one of the cups. He then picks up a pitcher from his left, pouring the hot chocolate in the other cup. Capping that too. Georg puts them on the counter, smirking at Tom. Tom tells him off, taking his cup. I laugh, taking mine too.
"Tomorrow Tom! You know how Bill will get if you don't let him-" Tom cuts him off, almost suspiciously. "Yes Georg I know! Shut up!" He laughs, nodding. "Alright man, see you later." Tom rolls his eyes, leading me out of the coffee shop. He walks down the street aimlessly, I just follow. Though I want to know where we're going.
"Where are we going?" I ask, my voice sounding a little bit more small and innocent than I'd have liked. "To the park." He mumbles, taking a sip. He walks faster ahead of me, moaning in delight. I watch him lick his lips, I squint. He chuckles.
"Been a minute, I needed this." He murmurs, slowing back down. He's acting so weird, I've just got to ask. "Are you okay, Tom? You're being so weird." He turns back to look at me, shielding his eyes from my vision. "No, yeah. I'm great. Just.. refreshed is all." I tilt my head, trying to see under his hand but he keeps hiding it.
"You crying or something?" I joke, laughing a little. He shakes his head, turning back around as he crosses the empty, dark road. I jog to catch up, putting my hand over the opening of my drink to prevent it from spilling. He runs to a pinic table in the shadows, sitting down. It's so dark I can't even barely see his eyes. But I can see everything else.
I pant, sitting down with him. Heaving for air as he just laughs, breathing like normal. "Wear you out, Smith?" I sit up, trying to catch my breath. "Yes! What is your issue, you're being more weird than normal." He laughs, smacking his hand to the plastic table. I feel a little uneasy for some reason, sitting in the pitch black at night in this park. Something just isn't sitting right.
I begin to look around, feeling a pair of eyes on me but I just can't find them. I know it's not Tom's eyes. They don't make me feel this scared and uneasy as these stranger's pair of eyes are. Tom snaps at me, I almost scream. "Jumpy much, what's wrong?" He asks sweetly, leaning closer. The scent on his breath is almost like iron. What? That's really peculiar. But it's not my worry at the moment.
I continue to look around, even standing up to maybe catch a movement or reflection. Just something that tells me I'm not crazy right now. "Seriously Al, what's wrong? You seem worried." I walk around to his side of the table, linking myself to his body. Tom is big and scary, he can keep me safe. "Alana." Tom says sternly, pulling me into his lap. Cradling me like a baby.
I tremble slightly, setting my drink on the table. Swallowing hard, I can't stop looking around. Maybe I'm just paranoid."It feels like someone's watching us, Tom. I feel scared here." He rubs my back gingerly, pecking my chin. "Okay, want me to take you home?" I nod, but don't get up from his lap. I cling to him, feeling best here for a moment. Closing my eyes and clenching my jaw until my ears ring.
And it's then that I figure out what's scaring me, I shoot my eyes open and turn behind us. There, behind the bus stop's tent hides a shadow. Peeking around the corner. I gasp, sitting up. The tears begin to well up in my eyes, I turn back to Tom with shakey hands. My heart racing almost as fast as the adrenalin.
"T-Tom! Tom!" I whisper frantically, shaking his shoulders. But he's already noticed, he squints until his eyes are fine lines. Then he smirks. "Bill you asshole, get out from there!" He calls, laughing. I turn around again, the boy comes walking towards us from the bus stop. The figure is gone. I sigh in relief, wiping my tears.
Tom chuckles, kissing my cheek. "Bill got you good, didn't he?" I giggle, my voice is still shakey. My hands too. "Yes, I almost ran off." Tom rubs my back, resting his head on my shoulder. I don't even want to look at Bill because I know his next words. Bill sits on the other side, laughing hysterically.
"You scared the shit out of her, she was crying." Tom says, a hint of irritance in his voice. I glance behind me, looking at Bill's laughing face. "Sorry Alana, couldn't help myself." I roll my eyes, sighing a trembled breath out on Tom's shoulder. "Switch around." He whispers ever so slightly, holding my hips. I do, standing up and turning around. My back against Tom's chest, feeling his warm body and slow breathing.
"So, thought Tom wasn't appealing to you. What's this now?" Bill asks, his eyebrows waving. I smile stupidly, shaking my head. "We don't talk about what I said, okay?" Bill giggles, looking slightly passed me. Tom's head continues to rest on my shoulder, his arms come up on either side of me and hold me there. His legs perfectly straight like a chair for me. A warm, safe chair.
"She agreed for a date." Tom blurts, I slap his thigh but not too hard. "It's not a date, Kaulitz!" He chuckles, his lips bring to my ear. Whispering seductively into it. "Yet you're sitting on my lap." I groan, covering my face as I blush. He smirks, squeezing me. "Okay love birds, gross. I'll catch you later, Tom."
Tom nods, shooing away his brother. I lay back, uncovering my face. Tom nuzzles his face into the crook of my neck, whispering something inaudible. "Let me take you home now." He insists, squeezing my stomach for a second. I stand up, grabbing my cup and waiting for him to do the same. He walks up to me, holding my hand as he guides me back down the street to my house.
We end up at my window, but he doesn't hug me or anything. I get a bit confused. "Well, aren't you going to go in?" I tilt my head. "What are you doing?" Tom scoffs, pointing with his drink. "Well I'm staying until you fall asleep, obviously." I giggle, handing him my drink. He rolls his eyes sassily, taking it. I kneal down, opening my window all the way up again and sliding down in.
He hands me our drinks when he notices I'm done, I hold them as I wait for him. He plops down in my room, almost hitting my nightstand and giving me a heart attack. I think I've had enough scares for one night, seriously. He wobbles to me, taking them and setting both drinks on my dresser. "Okay, change. Promise I won't look." He whispers, covering his eyes. I laugh, shoving him back.
"You better not." I remark. He shakes his head, backing up into my bed and sitting down. "No way, I'm savouring that." I can't help but laugh at his stupidity, grabbing my night pyjamas and very, very quickly putting them on. I set my other bottoms on the floor by my slippers, not caring about that now.
"Can I look?" He asks, his voice low. I hum a response, walking to him. He slips off his shoes, setting them by my nightstand above my window. He stands up, fixing his pants while he waits for me to crawl in bed. I pick up my blanket and get under, snuggling in it.
"Hey save room for me, I'm staying here." I smile, scooting over. The bed dips under his weight as he lays himself down, coming up to hold me. His arms snake around my waist, pulling me onto his chest. He shifts my hair all to one side, pulling the blanket up over my back. Leaning down, he kisses my forehead.
"Just relax and go to sleep, my pretty girl. I'll be here if you need anything and I promise I won't get you in trouble." Tom runs his fingers through my hair, rubbing my back with his other. I hum tiredly, hugging his torso tightly. "Don't you sleep too?" I sort of slur my words together, the sensation of his fingers rubbing slow circles on my back makes me so sleepy.
"Not tonight, I've got to watch you, just sleep." He instructs, massaging my hair too. It's all over for me now. I inhale slowly, taking in his manly scent. The smell of his cologne, his natural scent, and whatever products he uses. He smells wonderful and quite relaxing for me right now. Soon, my eyes feel extremely heavy and I fall asleep on his chest..