"To the girls who dream of loving a prince but end up falling for the misunderstood villain."
—
Alexa Sinclair
I cruised my way through my math homework, laying on my stomach with my feet dangling in the air. I actually enjoyed it, weirdly enough.
"Sweetheart?" My dad peaked his head in.
I offered him a quick smile, typing the formula into my calculator. "Yes daddy?"
"You should be getting into bed soon, okay?" Dad leaned against the doorway, watching over my bedroom, I hummed to myself.
"Okay, let me just finish this last problem. I won't be long, I promise."
He walked over to my bed, turning on the lamp. "Goodnight kiddo." Dad ruffled my hair, transferring a kiss from his palm to my head.
I patted on the hand that had been on my head, squeezing it a little. He walked off, turning the big light off, and left closed my door.
I sat up in bed, closing my folders and books.
bounce, bounce, bounce
Not at this hour, seriously Ryder?
I maneuvered onto my knees, pulling at my window sill. I was granted a perfect view of my brother and seemingly his entire basketball team, he's the captain.
He always has them over around this time to practice, because of a big game coming up.
I tentatively watched number 11, who hadn't had his jersey on right now...
I'll never forget a face though.
He slam dunked the ball, maneuvering past all of their friends, he was so light on his feet... it was like every move he made was instinct.
I think Ryder is a sucky captain, he doesn't want to hear it but, even though he's a good player... he doesn't have good leadership skills.
I put my silk robe on, making my way downstairs to get a better look. "Are the boys keeping you up?" My dad asked from the kitchen, cup of tea in hand. I gulped.
I've never been much good at lying.
"Uhm... yeah, I just wanted to ask Ryder a question." Not look at the shirtless boy.
I went to the window in the living room, getting a better look. I was watching like a deprived dog searching for his bone.
What is wrong with me?
"Alexa honey, why don't you tell them it's getting late for a Friday night." Dad mumbled into his newspaper. "Okay..." I got off of the couch, going to the back door.
I made my way through our fence, stopping at the front of my house.
My body lazily slumped against the wall, eyes flickering to number 11.
It felt like ages went by, standing in the same spot as I followed the way he moved.
"Looks like sheriff's daughter has a crush on Kaulitz."
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THUGGIN TO LOVIN || TOM KAULITZ
Roman d'amour𝗔𝗟𝗘𝗫𝗔 𝗦𝗜𝗡𝗖𝗟𝗔𝗜𝗥, growing up in Blythe Wisconsin, was easy. It was the right side of town, as the sheriffs daughter she never had to worry about much. But on Chesterfield... not so much. The opposing side of town held a lot of 'delinquen...
