THUGGIN TO LOVIN || TOM KAULITZ

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"I'm yours. No refunds."
—
Tom Kaulitz

I'm fucking ready to be done with school.

I sighed, going into the boys locker room. I moved past all the guys with their dicks out, does anyone have shame?

Nah. I don't either, I can't be talking shit.

I twisted my combination in, pulling at the lock. I dumped my bag in, and grabbed my jersey.

I got my shirt off, carelessly tossing it in there as well, light whistling came from all around me.

"Sheriff's daughter is a scratcher, who would've thought?!"

Everyone burst out into small laughter, my back slowly turning to Trevor.

I glanced at Ryder, who only let out a subtle sigh, his chest rising up and down.

"You don't have talking privileges anymore, i'll smash all of your fucking faces in." I slammed my locker shut, my voice raising at the hurdle of boys who had been laughing.

I slipped my jersey on, ignoring the whispers.

"He broke in the virgin, and now he's drowning in tight ass pussy."

I'm so fucking done.

Blood rushed down to my fingertips, if I get suspended for fighting, that goes on my permanent record.

But she's way more important than—

"You wanna say that one more time?!" Ryder lunged at Trevor, grabbing onto his tongue. The lockers shuddered from the impact.

"Can you fucking speak?!" He let go of his tongue, hitting his head into the side of the lockers. I pushed passed everybody.

"It's not worth it, let him go." I advised, Ryder looked to me,he was filled with anger. I'd never seen him like that before.

Even when he used to threaten me.

It was nothing like it was now.

Ryder let go of Trevor.

"Pack your shit, you're done." He seethed, rolling his shoulders back.

"The fuck you mean?" Trevor scoffed.

"Are you fucking deaf?! I said you're off the team, get the fuck out."

"Come on man, it was a joke." He tried to play it off, Ryder shook his head. "You don't joke about my family, get your shit together and leave."

"That's not your decision, it's coaches." Trevor argued, i'll fucking vouch for it.

"And when I tell coach you were talking about my sister? Not to mention she's a minor, you're an adult, you should know better." He practically hauled his ass out of there, throughout his bag out in the hallway.

"Ayo, Tom."

My jaw ticked once more, narrowing my eyes to whoever had called my name.