Jawbreaker ❆ Tom Kaulitz

[ 05 ] Daphne's Donuts

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05. Daphne's Donuts
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                The unrelenting buzz of my phone under my scattered paper distracts me as I listen to Professor Hoffman drone on about cells. I don't even need to look at the screen to know who it is — I can feel his hardened gaze burning into the side of my head from the other end of the table.

I scoop my hair up in one hand and brush it over the other side of my neck, lifting my hand to rub gently at the exposed skin before slowly raising my middle finger. I hear Tom scoff and I suppress a giggle, glancing over at him out the corner of my eye.

Moving my papers to the side, I peer down at my phone, lit up with several messages from Tom, all reading 'PLEASE'. I scroll further to reveal at least fifteen more of the very same texts. I've been tormenting him, making him wait painfully for an answer to his request for me to tutor him. His desperation has now manifested into anguish, his constant pleading shifting me out of focus.

I shuffle sideways in my seat, leaning backwards and mouthing pay attention at Tom, who drops his head back over his own seat and scowls at me, narrowing his eyes. I make a mental note to cuss Alba out (preferably in Dutch) for unilaterally deciding to give this man my number. He's like a bad smell — he won't fucking go away.

                As soon as Hoffman excuses us, I shove my belongings back into my book bag and quickly turn on my heel, running out the door past the other students to avoid Tom's incessant nagging.

My horrid luck catches up to me as I reach the courtyard, a gruff voice calling out from behind me, "Doing alright?"

My hand instinctively rests on my hip and I turn to face him, wrinkling my nose before asking, "Who wants to know?"

"Ah, just your favourite person in the whole world."

"Why is Alba asking you about me?" I question, my lips curling upwards into a sly smile.

Tom pulls his brows together, "It's me, of course. I thought that was obvious."

                "Stop trying to butter me up, Kaulitz," I sigh heavily, flicking my hair over my shoulder as I spin back around, making my way across the courtyard with Tom trailing closely behind.

                "Where's your humanity? Do you want to see me fail?" He grumbles, moving quicker until he's walking beside me.

                I stop abruptly in my tracks, looking up at him with a deadpan expression, "Yes."

"What if I gave you an incentive?"

Leaning forward in sudden interest, I raise an eyebrow, "I'm listening."

                He pulls out a brown paper bag from his backpack and dangles it in front of my face. My eyes light up as I read the words 'Daphne's Donuts' printed in bold, pink letters on the front. Tom smirks, clearly pleased with his work, before proudly announcing, "It's jam."