On Tour ~ [Tom Kaulitz]

Teaser three.

I look up from my book when I hear a twig cracking, only to realize it's Tom having a smoke. The smell immediately makes me cringe, and I close my book to put it beside me on the steps into the bus.

He seems to notice me and steps into the light. He has pulled on a grey hoodie with 'Britney Spears' written on it. The sleeves are too short for him, causing the ends of his long black sleeve to peek out a little. "Nice sweater," I comment with a blank face. "Oh," Tom says, exhaling smoke. "That's not mine."

"I figured."

Poor girl was probably forced out of his bed early in the morning and never got her sweater back, what a shame.

I watch Tom cross one of his arms over his chest, holding his other one up to shake the ashes off the cigarette. "Want a drag?" He asks when he turns towards me, and hands me his burning cigarette. "I have asthma," I answer calmly. "So do I." Tom answers and shrugs. I raise my eyebrows at him, "That's idiotic."

But when he doesn't pull his hand back, I stand up and take it. I place it on my bottom lip and close my mouth, ignoring the fact that Tom's lips have been around it, too. I inhale slowly and the smoke burns my throat. I quickly exhale, trying to get all the smoke out.

"That's disgusting." I try to squeeze out between my coughs. "I don't see why I would ever want that in my mouth." I mumble as I hand him back his cigarette, refusing to look at him. I already know he's got a satisfied smirk plastered on his face.

I wipe my mouth with the bottom of my sleeve, and he brings his hand up to my mouth to stroke his thumb over my bottom lip. It's very noticable how tall he is, the way a shadow falls over my face when he hovers over me.

"That's too bad, Cara Mia." He says softly, his gaze moving from my eyes to my mouth.

He closes the rest of his hand around my jaw, and even though his touch is gentle, it feels like his grip is too strong to pull away. He moves his body weight away from the bus he was leaning against, and pulls his face scarily close to mine.

The light from the side of the bus shines upon his face and reveals a sparkle in his eyes. I can feel my heart beating in my throat when he keeps his eyes fixed on my lips and smiles a bit. Then he makes eye contact, and just when I think he's about to touch my lips, he blows smoke into my mouth.

I choke for a second and pull away, keeping my hand on his chest to keep him at distance. I cough a few times before I pull myself together and clench my jaw. Yet Tom is looking at me with a soft smile, which then turns into a mischievous smirk.

"Asshole." I exclaim, my voice hoarse from coughing. He winks at me and walks away, whistling a song. Just now I notice a giant portrait of Britney on the back of the hoodie; he looks hideous. He throws the cigarette on the ground and stamps it to put it out, leaving me baffled.

I stare into nothingness, my hands fidgeting with my rings as I try to process this moment. I can't believe he just did that.