Bitter | Bill Kaulitz

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I passed what felt like hundreds of places to hire, I was gonna find one that was hopefully out of the food industry and away from where someone famous would go.

When I first got my job at the ice cream place a few years back while I was in high school, it was perfect. It was never too busy, they were lenient with my school schedule and I was always cool instead of hot during the summer, never have I once had an interaction with anyone famous at that job.

I looked into a café I had seen... No. Its technically a good place and I'm staying away from that. I looked at a Goodwill, Walmart, all you could think of. But not a single one of them was hiring. I felt a little miserable.

I know my mom told me to just try and focus on college but I could barely do that! I felt so, unauthorized. I needed some type of authority.

I sat on a bench that was on the sidewalk, just glancing at my phone and enjoying the air. Then it hit me, I had Bills number.

I was still upset but I thought why not throw in a word, even if I was just a bet.

So I did.

Bill

Rose: Hey. It's Rose but I thought I might just send you a message so you knew I saw the note.

It wasn't long before he responded.

Bill: Hey Rosey! You just missed me it's okay to admit it.
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I was not gonna respond to the cockiness he was already giving me, you'd think he'd at least apologize or something but nope, still the same bitter and cocky Bill I met that night at my job.

I roll my eyes at my phone after re-reading the messages between us, such a snob.

Not even ten seconds later I receive a phone call that I wasn't expecting nor was I gonna answer.

Bill Incoming Call...

Silenced.

Then again.

Bill Incoming Call...

God he was so persistent. So I answered.

"What Bill." I said into the phone, a little annoyed with the constant calling.

"Hello to you too Rosey." I could feel his smirk through the phone.

"What do you want?" I roll my eyes.

"I wanna see you again, I'll be sober this time." His grin definitely started rising.

"Oh my bad, was me being a bet for 20 dollars not enough for you? No thanks." I quickly hung up and I felt the anger and rage pent up in my face, leaving me red like a strawberry.

I stormed all the way home, not trying to make it noticeable that I was clearly upset by his actions yet his little pea brain didn't seem to get that, I'll put it in his head with my fist.

As I headed back to the apartment, I saw a familiar van in my parking lot.

You've got to be joking.

They better have all been sitting inside the van and not inside my house.

I storm up to the van and knock on the window profusely, no answer. I cup my hands on the window and peek in, no one.

Oh god. My mom probably let them into the house. Jesus no.

I ran to the door and swung it open.

And not to my surprise it was exactly what I didn't want, my mom AND brother sitting with the group of four boys I absolutely despised in this moment.