She's got the eyes of a devil {Bill Kaulitz x Reader}

ℭ𝔥𝔞𝔭𝔱𝔢𝔯 1

𝙷𝚎𝚢 𝚐𝚞𝚢𝚜, 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚢 𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚜𝚝 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚐𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚊 𝚝𝚛𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚜. 𝚂𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚢 𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚜𝚝 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚢, 𝙸'𝚖 𝚜𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚢 𝚒𝚏 𝚒𝚝'𝚜 𝚋𝚊𝚍. 𝙸𝚏 𝚒𝚝'𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚊𝚍, 𝙸'𝚕𝚕 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚙 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚝. 𝚕𝚘𝚕, 𝚒𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚖𝚎. 𝙸'𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚛𝚢 𝚖𝚢 𝚋𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚒𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚗. 𝙷𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚏𝚞𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝙸 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚊 𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚢𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚖𝚢𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏 𝚕𝚘𝚕

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{Aria is a 17-year-old girl born and raised in Londan, England. She was there most of her life up until the age of 10. Her mother Athena got a promotion as a Lawyer in Germany so that's when they decided to move. Her father Vincent is a Lieutenant Colonel in the Air Force so he's rarely home, but he always keeps in touch with his girls. Aria has a best friend named Rosalie and she's been there for her ever since she moved to Germany. She's Aria's only friend. Aria closed herself off to people because she has some trust issues, she always got bullied in school and people had used her to their advantage. She also had a bad experience with her ex-boyfriend so even more so, she closed off to talking with people. Rosalie was the only exception Aria had made. Aria came off as a cold person, not interested in talking to people or making friends. Back home in London, people called her "Ms. Devilish" because she has the eyes of a devil.}

{𝘚𝘦𝘱𝘵𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳 18𝘵𝘩, 2006}

{RING RING}

Ugh," I exclaimed. I glanced at the clock, which read 6:00 AM; school began at 8:30 AM. "Why does school even exist? The person who invented it deserves a lifetime of misery," I said, clearly annoyed.

"ARIAAAAAA!!!! WAKE UP! YOU DON'T WANT TO BE LATE FOR YOUR FIRST DAY OF SCHOOL," my mother says. "Yeah, yeah. I'm going," I reply. I walk to my bathroom and start getting ready for school.

I begin applying my makeup, opting for a bold eyeliner look that enhances the beauty of my eyes. I apply my signature red lipstick and proceed to style my black, curly hair.

After selecting my attire, I dressed in a simple black long-sleeved crop top paired with dark blue bootcut jeans. I chose black Converse shoes, accessorized with some jewelry, and completed the look with a sparkling belt.

I head downstairs and see my mom preparing breakfast. "Good morning, honey. How did you sleep?" my mother asks as she places a plate of pancakes, eggs, and bacon, accompanied by some orange juice, on the table.

"Everything was perfect until my alarm shattered my sleep," I say. My mother chuckles and responds, "Sorry, honey, but it's time for school." "Unfortunately," I reply with a laugh.

{𝘏𝘖𝘕𝘒 𝘏𝘖𝘕𝘒}

 "It seems Rose has arrived; goodbye, Mom." "Bye, dear. Have a nice day at school and remember to be kind. Try to make some new friends, especially since it's your first day."

Athena expressed hope that her daughter would heed her advice. "We'll see about that, Mom," I retorted, rolling my eyes as I walked out to Rosalie's car.

Hey bestie!" exclaimed Rosalie as I entered her car. "Hey girl," I replied. "Before we depart, we need to discuss the plan for today," Rosalie stated, noticing my confused expression.

"What do you mean by 'talk about today'? It's just another day," Rosalie sighs. "Aria, I love you like a sister, but you need to open up to other people and make new friends. Don't you get tired of being with me all the time?"

*Laughs* "Of course not. Why would I? You're the only person I can trust, and I love your company," I say."

"I understand love, but you cannot simply linger around me all the time; I have other friends. Perhaps I could introduce you to some of them," Rosalie responded. *scoffs* "No, I don't think so. I don't want new friends; I am fine with you," I replied.

"You never know; you might take a liking to one of them and end up befriending them." I roll my eyes. "Can we just go? We don't want to be late on our first day," I say, hoping Rosalie would cease her chatter about making new friends.

As we arrive at school, I notice everyone is talking and hanging out before classes begin. I glance at the time; it's 8:10. Rosalie parks her car and steps out. I follow, and we walk toward the entrance together.

"I wonder if there will be any cute guys this school year," Rosalie muses, scanning the surroundings in hopes of spotting an attractive male. "Eww, girl, I doubt anyone here will be cute. Then again, you think everyone is cute," I remark, rolling my eyes. "Well, I'm off to find my locker. I'll catch up with you at lunch or if we share any classes," I say, waving goodbye to Rosalie. "Okay, bye bestie! Love ya," Rosalie responds, walking away.

As I walked trying to locate my locker, I collided with a boy sporting spiked hair and dressed in all black. "Oops, sorry, I didn't see you there," the boy apologized, retrieving my bag and handing it back to me. "Thanks," I murmured in response.

You're welcome. I'm Bill, by the way, nice to meet you," the boy replied. "I'm Aria," I responded, my gaze still fixed on my paper as I continued to search for my locker. "Do you need some help finding your locker?" Bill asked, offering a smile. "Kind of," I replied, meeting his eyes.

Bill had taken my paper and was looking at it while I was preoccupied with scanning his face, captivated by his striking attractiveness. "Why does he have to be so charming, and his smile so captivating? No, what am I contemplating? Get a grip, Aria; men are not to be trusted. They will only take advantage of you," I think to myself internally before dispelling the intrusive thoughts.

"It looks like you're my locker neighbor; your locker is right beside mine. Let me show you where it is—follow me," Bill said, beginning to walk leaving me to follow him. "We share four classes together," he remarked, glancing at my schedule.

I remained silent, not wishing to speak. Bill returned my schedule and said, "Here you go. I hope we can become friends. You seem like a reserved person, but hopefully, you'll feel comfortable enough to talk with me soon," while offering me a smile. I responded with a faint smile and said, "I need to head to class now, goodbye Bill." "Goodbye Aria," Bill replied, waving at me.