The girl next door, - ᴛ.ᴋᴀᴜʟɪᴛᴢ

Chapter four.

• ALWAYS FOREVER - CULTS

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"Come in!"

. . .

I raised an eyebrow, pushing open the door and poking my head in.

"Don't be shy, I don't bite. Take a seat." The principal smiled, her accent thick. She pointed, nodding towards the seat in front of her. I pulled it forward and sat down.

"You're the new student. Maise, is it?
I'm Ms. Hahn." She smiled before I added. "Mandy is fine." I shook her hand, exhaling as I shifted in my seat.

"There's no reason to be nervous, Mandy. This is a very welcoming and safe school."

My gaze drifted to the boys sitting by her office, knuckles bruised, and their faces beaten.

"Oh, wow." I raised an eyebrow, nodding slowly.

"Well, here is your schedule. Let's get you to your locker and class." Ms. Hahn said quietly after realising where my eyes were. I nodded a little, standing up with my hand in my waistband as I lifted my bag once more, and followed her out of the office.

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"And, finally, your classroom." Ms. Hahn smiled, pulling open the door as I headed in and heard her heels clicking behind me.

The principal turned to the teacher, then talked to him for a minute quietly. She was whispering, but it was audible. "Mandy has a bit of trouble.."

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I clutched my eyes closed in embarrassment, exhaling slowly. "Mandy, this is Mr. Moore." She said softly, nodding towards the teacher glancing at my cleavage.

Shoot me in the mouth and paint the walls with my brains.

"You can take a seat next to Mr. Kaulitz." Mr. Moore said quietly, his eyes flickering to mine before he pointed towards the tall, familiar face with his smirk ear to ear.

"No problem," I sighed, my head going down at the sight of Tom. I approached the seat
and sat down.

Tom just smirked, his long legs spread beneath the table and his jeans creating a large platform on his lap. "Hey, but there's a seat here?" He tilted his head to catch my gaze, rubbing his thighs before giving them a firm pat.

I stared at him, my eyes going down to his lap and then back around the room. he frowned when I ignored him but didn't say anything. I'd found his weak spot.

My gaze then drifted to the teacher practically circling me. I tapped the table and looked away with disgust.

"Don't worry about him."

I looked to the side at Bill, a small smile forming. "Does he do that a lot or something?" I questioned quietly.

"Yeah, trust me," He nodded. "He's the P.E teacher too - if you can believe it." He sighed, giving Mr. Moore was a side-stare as he walked by us.

We then looked back at each other and burst out laughing.

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I walked out of the classroom beside Bill, a lot of thoughts on my mind considering it was my first day. "I don't even remember which locker is mine." I rubbed the nape of my neck, exhaling.

"You should have a combination," Bill nodded towards the piece of paper in my pocket. At first, I didn't understand because of his accent, but I quickly realised and grabbed the code.

"04,15,25." I muttered under my breath, following behind Bill and eventually stopping at the locker where my bag was hanging out partially.

I pulled open my locker, opened my bag, and grabbed my headphones along with my phone. I looked towards Bill, who was just looking down and.. painting his nails?

"Why not come out and do it instead?" I asked, pushing an earphone in my ear.

Bill was quiet, almost off-guard by the question.

"I'll probably get hit around by the fuckheads they call popular." He closed his locker, blowing on his black nails.

"Why?" I walked beside him, nudging my locker closed and looking up at him. "Well, because I've been mistaked countless times as a girl." Bill paused before adding.

"There's always trouble here. If you don't look like a girl, you get thrown around. You don't look like a boy? It's the exact same, Mandy."

I felt a pang of guilt even if it wasn't my fault. Bill had feminine features that were undeniably beautiful, but it made my heart ache knowing people were like this to him.

"Fight them back." I replied honestly, shrugging my shoulders.

"No," he shook his head. "I'm not that kind of person. I may be short-tempered, but still."

A small smile formed on my face, and I decided not to ask any further questions. Instead, I kept walking with him.

"Me too, you know." I croaked, feeling slight nervousness and watching him look at me.

Bill smiled. "I wouldn't judge you either way. You get used to it. The violence, it's.. never home. We're touring soon, soon enough at least." Bill murmured. "Tom and I will drop out, and we won't return." He sighed.

"Tom?" I questioned. "Touring?"

Tom's in a band?

"My brother and our band." Bill nodded. I raised an eyebrow, pausing and looking towards Tom, who was leaned against a wall, talking to a girl with a charming smirk on his face.

"Yes, that one," Bill nodded, laughing at my sudden stop.

"Oh shit, that was you?" I mumbled, "You made the bet on me." I crossed my arms. Bill mimicked me, shifting his weight on one leg and pouting slightly.

"--I do not look like that." I added quickly. Bill started laughing, raising an eyebrow. "Never said that." He winked, walking ahead of me before I catched up.

They were twins. Not similar in looks, but both stubborn and clearly irritating.

I thought thoroughly before speaking. "Why aren't you hanging out with the tall blondes like Tom is?" My tone was almost sarcastic but clearly interested.

Bill shrugged. "I prefer men."

"You're gay?" I questioned. "Prefer," Bill cut me off. "It would be a waste with all of the pretty girls I've seen around." He looked at me with a smirk, leading me to class as I pulled my earphones out.

"Oh," I hummed. "I don't think you're in luck then." I teased as we both looked at eachother, giggling.