Bitter | Bill Kaulitz

5

"WOAHHHH— Did we interrupt on a groupie interaction?" Tom is drunkenly laughing, on my floor.

"Dudeeeee I owe you 20 bucks." The long brown haired one slaps Toms back and looks at Bill, then at me.

I was a bet?

"Oh you've got to be joking." I mutter to myself, then I speak again. "We didn't fuck."

Tom just laughs and Bill also laughs. I can't believe I'm putting up with this shit. I'm too nice to let them go back out on the streets like this, I'll let them stay here for tonight and then they're dead to me.

Bill sleeps in my bed, it fit the both of us but I wasn't sleeping next to someone who was only being like that to me for a bet. Tom and the other two also slept on the floor.

I walked out of my bedroom and Bill sits up, whispering loudly to me. "Where are you going Rosey?"

I scoff at him. "Away from you Bill." I shut the door and make my way into the living room. I shut my eyes and slowly fall asleep.

I wake up not even a few hours later, it's now 6am. Clark doesn't get home until about 10am and someone is in my kitchen. I jolt up fast to see the short blonde haired one helping himself to water.

"Why are you still up." I walk up to him. He's about an inch or two taller than me so me and him are basically eye to eye.

"I just wanted some water..." He sputtered out to me like I freaked him out for a second.

"Sorry, you woke me up. Is everyone else awake?" I ask him.

He nods his head to me while he takes a sip of the water he got himself.

I don't want to be rude so I introduce myself before I walk back to my room. "Rose by the way..."

He responds fast. "Yeah I know, I'm Gustav."

I nod my head and walk into my room, they all look at me when I walk in, and of course Bill is the one to start talking.

"Rose—" He starts.

"I don't even care. I'll show you guys the door." I'm glaring at Bill.

They all look at each other and get up, they follow me to the front door and I let them out.

When they all walked out the door they stared at me like they were homeless children I just kicked out.

"Did we do something wr—" Tom continued before I shut the door in their face.

Yes I was upset, I'm pretty sure I was a bet. Do you know how much that pisses me off? I just got laid off my job and now a group of douche bags are trying to bet on me.

I walk back into my room, re-making my bed and taking the blankets I gave the guys and putting them back in the hallway closet. I made my room look normal again, I was so exhausted.

I lay on my bed and turn over to my nightstand, I see some of my notebook was torn out of. The torn piece of paper sat on top of my notebook with a pen next to it reading '# Bills number' Bill had written his number down for me. I didn't wanna text it but I didn't wanna throw it away...

I'll text him tomorrow, or just when I cool off from how upset I am with him. I let him into my house and took him with me because I wanted to make sure he was okay. I know they were dicks when I met them and I shouldn't have helped them but my mom always taught me to help people regardless. No matter how much little money she had, she'd always give some to the homeless or anyone who needed it.

My mom was a good person with a big heart, I got that from her. I was extremely caring and sometimes too caring, someone could hit me with their car and I'd probably say sorry for existing.