THUGGIN TO LOVIN || TOM KAULITZ

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"I tell myself I don't need anybody, but the truth is, nobody needs me."
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Tom Kaulitz

"Even with basketball... it's a bit of a stretch."

Ah, for fucks sake.

"Okay..." I cleared my throat, trying to not blow up on the counselor. "So what can I do?"

"Well, if you get your grades up to at least passing, then you might be able to get in." She carelessly shrugged.

Home girl, i'm tryna get in, at least give me something.

"Hol on, you tellin me... I can't get into college by just playing basketball, but i'm going to get suspended from the team, if I don't get my grades up?" I clarified, Miss Sloan nodded.

"Well that's a load of bullshit." I mumbled, picking my bag up. "Thanks anyway."

Fuckin' trippin'.

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"Man, she was so fuckin' tight I couldn't—"

The hell did I just walk into?

"Sorry, we know you're a feminist and all, cause you love your pussy don't you?" Freddy stopped talking, the minute I showed up by Ryder's locker. The fuck is this idiot on?

"Ah yeah, i'm a real ass for not talking about the girls I fuck. Big mistake on my end." I flipped him off, he did the same.

"Ight, anyway, the new counselor is tripping on her own shit." I changed the subject.

"What she do now?" Three boys said in sync, we usually all hung out around Ryder's locker during our free time, or go out for a smoke.

He doesn't participate in that, and he enjoys judging all of us from Chesterfield.

He's his fathers son, fuckin' lunatic.

"If ion get my grades up, I get suspended from the team, if I stay on the team, I can't get into college from just doing that—"

"I can tutor you!"

I half turned, seeing little Sinclair with her hair up in a high ponytail, and in a tiny ass skirt.

God is good, man.

"I mean.." She cleared her throat, walking up to all of us, her head just below my shoulder.

"I can tutor you." Sinclair repeated, in a much calmer tone.

Amused, I let out a shit-eating grin, turning to her twin brother. "You hear?" I put an arm around her. "Ryder, she can tutor me." I smirked, sarcasm peaking through my tone.

He's gon' eat my ass on the court.

"No she can't. Alexa, tell him you can't."

She stayed silent, looking up to me with an flushed cheeks.

I love the nervous ones.

"He's a senior... you don't even have his classes, it's not—"

"I take college courses.. it's fine." She cut him off, I squeezed her shoulder. "Yeah Ry, it's fine." My smirk fell back into my grin, seeing his knuckles turning white at his sides.