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Chemistry is my first class of the day. Well, our first class of the day, even though he's been here longer than me it was still our first class together.
Bill was sitting right beside me. We're pretty early, so no one was really here yet.
I sat at the left bottom corner of the classroom, right next to a small window. Apparently Tom used to sit here before they switched his classes, easy seat for me I guess.
I was scribbling on a small piece of paper, listening to music. Bill was just sitting in his chair without saying anything, also listening to music.
Until I heard small singing-whispers.
I paused my song, trying to get a better listen of his voice.
"Bill, you sing beautifully! Like.. that's fucking majestic." I blurted out, not that loud though.
I saw his face go red and I laughed to myself a little
"God, pretend you didn't hear that." He laughed, still blushing from embarrassment.
Billy's POV 🫂 -------------
Why am I embarrassed? It's not like she isn't going to hear me sing regardless after school.
Stupid Tom, why'd he have to invite her over!!?
"But why? You're really so talented! I'm so jealous of your voice. It's pretty." She spoke, with a huge grin plastered on her face.
Sometimes I wonder if she ever thinks before she speaks. Her voice was absolutely beautiful. Way more beautiful than mine. How could she say she's jealous?
"I think your voice is pretty too." I muttered "You shouldn't feel jealous, I wanna hear you sing." I spoke a little louder.
I saw her shake her head, denying everything I just said.
"I can promise you, I can't sing. I might have a pretty voice, sure but I can't sing for shit." She laughed, getting back to drawing God knows what on a little sticky note.
"I'm sure you can, just never really tried." I said with a smirk, and leaned back into my chair enjoying my music.
The bell rang
Rae's POV 💫--------------------
The bell rang
Suddenly I saw like 5 guys barging into the classroom, all at once too.
I swear this is like a stampede.
"Is it like this everyday??!" I yelled at Bill, but like a whisper-yell.
"Usually they have at least 2 girls on around each fucking shoulder." He scoffed, scooting closer to me.
I nodded in response.
"Hey, so what was that thing you wanted to tell me in here?" I whispered to him.
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Don't Forget Us ✮ Bill Kaulitz
RomanceBill fucking Kaulitz. She was always reminded of him. The pain that he caused, the pain that they both felt when he let go with no choice. This is a story about Raven Vause. Her mom was Mexican, and her dad was American. She was born in America but...
