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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TOM KAULITZ
Winter break had left as quickly as it came by, and I was fucking excited for the new year.
It's the fucking girl.
She makes me excited for shit I didn't even know I could be excited for.
If the bet was still up i'd have to pay her double to compensate for what the hell she's done to my mind and my fucking body.
I never said I was the perfect man, but she makes me want to try.
She's a brat.
And she's fucking mine.
Mine to keep, mine to have, all mine.
I'm not giving her away, not a fucking chance.
If she tried to leave me, I'd drag her ass and beg for her to take me the fuck back.
I rubbed the back of my head as I went down the stairs, I was heading to culinary.
"Mrs. Wyatt." I greeted with a nod.
"Tom, new year." She greeted back.
I went to the desk area, sitting down beside Bill, Blair, and Luke.
"Okay, it's time to pair up. We have a busy day ahead of us." She stepped up with her clipboard, beginning to send us all off to our designated fucking kitchen thing.
I toyed with Blair's hair as I waited for my name to be called.
"Tom, you're with Evan."
Excuse her?
"Why can't I be with Blair?"
"Because you flooded the classroom last time you were together."
I don't see the issue.
"Well, that fucker smells like shit. I don't want to be with him." I shrugged my shoulders, his body oder reeked.
He smelled like something that had been bottled up for the last twenty years in a fucking sewage pipe. And then someone took a fat shit in the damn bottle.
