KISS LIST || TOM KAULITZ

𝑃𝐴𝑅𝑇 𝑆𝐼𝑋

MAIVY POV

"You've already gotten three down, that's not bad." Bill looks over my list. "Yeah three down, and seven left to go." I sigh, putting my head in the palm of my hands.

"Well, Adam isn't into girls." He points to one of the guys on the list. "You sure? He seems pretty straight."
I laugh. "Trust me i'd know." Bill nods.

Oh?

"You're cool with me kissing one of your ex fucks?" I ask. "Yeah, he's gay anyways so go for it." Bill shrugs.

One thing about me, is I am never getting with one of my friends ex's. That's just loyalty, and if you think otherwise that's messed up.

Unless you have permission of course!

"Okay, he's the next one to tackle then." I fold up the list putting it in the front pocket of my bag.

~

"I'm Maivy, you're Adam?" I put my hand out for him to shake, I hadn't even realized he was in my second period. "Indeed I am! You know they put me on the kiss list a lot because they think im afraid of girls or something?" Adam starts to laugh.

"They aren't the nicest people but Gemma is chill."

"Oh blue! She's a sweetheart I love her." He grins. "She's really nice." I smile. "Let me guess they call you red?" He points to my hair.

"How'd you know?" I tilted my head slightly. "They do that to everyone, they think it's original but... It's not." He shakes his head.

A hard knock was heard amongst the door. "I'll get it." The teacher walks over to the door, opening it.

"Can I take Maivy away for a second please?" I heard a familiar voice say, I swing my head towards the door. Why the fuck would he need to talk to me.

Is it bad I kind of wanted to talk to him though?

"Maivy." The teacher waves me over, I clear my throat. Walking to the door. "No longer then five minutes." The teacher open the door wider.

"Yes sir." I nod, stepping out the classroom.

As soon as the door closed, Tom's hand pulls my wrist pinning me against the lockers, making them shudder.

"What the fuck, let go of me!" I squirm, against his grip. "Why would you say that about me Ivy." He pushes my wrists harder against the locker.

"I didn't say anything about you, let go!" I yell.

"Why would you spread that rumor!" Tom shouts. "I didn't spread nothing! I just got here yesterday!" Was he insane? "You told people I was in love with a girl from the cheer team, why would you do that!"

"I never said anything about that! Also it's probably fucking true if you're this upset about it!" I finally get out of his grip, pushing him back.

"It's not true, don't accuse me of things you don't know about." He threatens.

"I have no idea what the hell you're talking about! I'm just tryna cheer for state. Not get caught up in your delusions!" I smack him hard across the face.

"You bitch." He scoffs, pushing me one last time before walking away. I squint my eyes at his ass, it was juicy.

Let me stop.

I walk back into the classroom, annoyed.

"Are you okay? You seem stressed." Adam says. "It's that bitch Tom, why is his stupid cute stupid face always so stupid cute when he's an ass." I groan.

"Oh, you've got it bad for Tom. It's okay, they all do." He perks his brows up. "No I don't I hate him." I say plainly. "Sure, you want a feel better kiss?" He laughs.

"Yes, I forgot about that." I get closer, giving Adam a peck on the lips. I pull out my kiss list, checking him off. "This seems so whore-ish." I say.

"Whatever helps you get in the team as fast as possible is what works. I believe in you, nobody new has joined since freshman year." Adam grits his teeth.

I don't know how i'm the world i'm supposed to get a kiss from Tom. But, other then him I was doing pretty well i'd say. Four kisses down!

"Only five more kisses to go." I sigh. "Don't you mean six?" He laughs. "We're not including Tom, that's gonna be a process for sure." I rub my temples.

~

I start to paint on my canvas in front of my window. Painting was calming to me, it was like therapy.

I hum to myself as I finish up, oh god no. Please no.

I look out my window, my gaze was matched by a shirtless Tom, staring at me paint.

How did I not notice we were next door neighbors, I mean we always left at different times of day for school in the morning because of his music room shit.

Plus yesterday I went home with Gemma, so I didn't see him or Bill like at all. Wait! Bill, he's my neighbor too. Okay, that makes things a little better.

I glance back down at my painting ignoring him.

It was to no one's surprise that he was very defined. I glance up at him, seeing him stare at me as I painted. It made me nervous to say the least.

Tom opens his window up, leaning forward.

"What are you painting?" He yells out, was he really just gonna pretend like he didn't pin me against the lockers. I glare at him, not responding,

"Don't go quiet on me now Ivy!" He yells. "Fuck off!" I yell back, closing the blinds.