𝗕𝗟𝗔𝗜𝗥 𝗠𝗜𝗟𝗟𝗘𝗥, lived and breathed to torment her next door neighbor...
He was arrogant, egomaniacal, and strong headed.
But... 𝘴𝘰 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘩𝘦.
Growing up, the both were competitive. In school, on the field, at home. It was an ongoing...
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BLAIR MILLER
I'm going to kill this entitled bitch.
"It's our turn to use the field." I seethed, all of my teammates standing behind me.
Tom stepped in front of his team.
"Last time I checked, it was Thursday. Get lost Miller." He waved me off, and dropped the ball so that he could balance it between his foot and the faux grass.
"Practice for us got cancelled yesterday, because of the storm. We need the field." I stood my ground, taking a step further.
"Then you should have planned better Blizzy, because we're going to be the ones playing today, so why don't you get your pussies off of the field and let the real men play. Okay?"
Is he serious? Are we fifteen again?
"I told you to stop calling me Blizzy." I stared down at the ball, kicking it out from underneath him. I flung it up into the air before he could even blink, catching it into my own arms.
Take that. Bitch.
"There's more balls you know?" Tom laughed, throwing his head back.
He looked stupid.
"Hm. I know you don't carry any." I shrugged, hearing a chorus of 'ooo's' coming in from his teammates. He smiled. Fucking smiled.
"You think about my balls often, Miller?"
I'd rather shit in my hands and clap.
"Can't say that I do, Kaulitz." I pulled my brows in warning, my molars grinding against one another.
I can't stand him.
Tom surrendered, by lifting his arms up in the air. "Look, if you want me so bad... you could just say that. Playing the damsel in distress isn't as sexy as you think it is."
"I'm not trying to seduce you asshole! I want to practice with my team." I raised my voice an octave, he just wasn't getting it.
This 'feud' —as our mothers liked to call it— went back a decade, ever since he punctured my soccer ball on purpose.
I lived in the neighborhood first, I was the one who liked soccer before he even did. And i'm better at him at it.
TOM KAULITZ
I'm better than her, and her bruised ego just can't take it.
