THUGGIN TO LOVIN || TOM KAULITZ

𝗣𝗔𝗥𝗧 𝗘𝗟𝗘𝗩𝗘𝗡

"And even on the rainy days, she was his sunshine."
—
Tom Kaulitz
-two weeks later-

I finished putting my rings on at the corner, whistling to Malik for backup.

My phone buzzed.

I took it out to set it on silent, but it was her.

lil sinclair: Whatever trouble you're thinking about getting into, don't.

The fuck?

T: what r u talkin ab?

lil sinclair: Just a feeling, you're about to do something stupid.

T: igh, well i'm not

lil sinclair: Stay safe, x.

I tucked my phone away, feeling absolutely fuckin' confused.

I straightened out my posture, groaning as I heard shots go off. It's gon' have to be like this, isn't it? I'm always the one around the gun.

Malik gave me a thumbs up from down the street, along with Xavier.

I stayed light on my feet, crouching with my gun on stand by. I saw some of the guys, i'd played basketball with on Medina beating up on a guy, one of our guys.

"Hands off him." I took my gun off of safety mode, they all turned around pointing their weak shit at me.

Fucker was known as 'skull crusher'

I ain't gettin' mixed up in that.

"It's your bitch who was stealing our clients? Isn't it? You roll into that new school, got a little girlfriend too I hear, don't forget where you fucking came from Kaulitz." He spat a load of saliva on my shoes, tucking his gun away.

"Me and you, drop the backup." I demanded, he called them off, cracking his knuckles.

"And let him go." I pointed my gun towards Calvin, he spat some shit out to his goons making them all disperse.

"If I win, your guys are my guys now." He stalked up to me, sizing me up.

I waited for him to drop his gun, before I did.

"And if I win?" I smirked, he shrugged.

"Protection."

That can be arranged.

I lunged for him, the rings doing most of the work for me. Fucker calls himself skull crusher, and he can barely throw a punch.

He caught hold on me, sending both of us to the ground, throwing weak blows to my face.

I laughed at the idiocy, lunging a foot up in the air to kick him off of me.

"Skull crusher right?" I slammed his head into the cement, his whole body flailed back.

Is he dead?

"Ight man, not funny get your ass up."

He opened his eyes, aiming straight for my face, I got myself fuckin' head butted.