Jawbreaker ❆ Tom Kaulitz

[ 01 ] Frostbite

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01. Frostbite
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                I knew it was only a matter of time before Paula convinced me to go tonight. As I sit on the floor in front of her fingerprint stained mirror fumbling with my lip gloss, she sits behind me with her legs beside mine, gentle hands twisting the strands of my honey blonde hair into a neat braid. I would have done it myself, but Paula always does it better.

The sunset casts through the open blinds, a kaleidoscopic dance of pink and purple hues (my two favourite colours), indicating that it's almost time for us to leave.

                As Paula pulls her hands away, I carefully inspect her handiwork, smiling to myself as I brush my fingers along the braid. Turning to Paula, I flash her a smile, "I can always count on you to make me look good."

                Paula laughs, "Please, you do that all on your own."

Shaking my head, I rise up off the floor and hold my hand out for her to take. I pull her up and we both turn to face the mirror, analysing our outfits. I run my fingers along the hem of my cream-coloured tweed skirt, pulling at the sleeve of my baby pink cashmere sweater with my other hand.

"Are you sure you want to wear that sweater?" Paula asks curiously, tilting her head as she eyes me up and down.

I frown, glancing down at the soft material, pinching it between my fingers, "What do you mean? Why wouldn't I?"

                "Don't get me wrong, you look amazing," Paula starts, placing both hands on my shoulders, "I just think the outfit looks so much better without it."

"Ha!" I scoff, "Sluttier, you mean."

                She smirks, "Is that such a bad thing?"

                "Hm, no. But I'm not trying to impress anyone tonight."

"What about Roman?" She asks nonchalantly, and I nearly choke on my own spit.

"Roman? Please," I groan, eyes widened, "We broke up like, a year ago."

I'm exaggerating things. We only broke up three months ago, but it feels like a lifetime. I know she's only asking because I caught him cheating on me with some brunette from his economics class (Ada, we found out her name was after some extreme internet sleuthing) when I came to visit him at his dorm after practice — we broke up while she was still sitting naked in his bed, sheets pulled up to her neck. My friends, for some reason, are obsessed with the idea of me showing him what he's been missing, but I really couldn't care less what he thinks anymore.

                Roman Becker, star centre and Captain of the UH Freezers. We met when we were partnered up for pairs at Volksbank, back in high school when he was still figure skating (and well before he developed his insane Greek God body). He quit a few months later to focus more on hockey, and I decided to stick to single skating instead.