The Boy Next Door--Tom Kaulitz Fanfiction

The Boy Next Door-Part 6

*AUTHOR's NOTE: Hey anyone and everyone who takes the time to read my story (and this author's note)! I really appreciate you viewing whether you love it or hate it, but I hope you're enjoying otherwise. Thank you, Tokio Hotel, for being my inspiration! Thank you, fellow Aliens who are reading!
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Krysta!

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The early sunshine burns my eyes and my brain was fuzzy. I lifted my head away from the brightness and fell back down to the hammering of my skull. It was official; I was hungover. Another migraine formed when I saw Tom's arm hung over my waist. The rejection from him boiled the anger and the embarrassment inside me. All of this mixed with a pounding headache.

I lay quietly with my hands pressed to my forehead and my eyes closed. I peek over at Tom; not a blink or twitch of awareness. He was lying there breathing deeply in a decent night's sleep. I began to smile and my anger subsided until he uttered in a singsongy fashion. "Somebody's hungover."

Anger returned and behind that, annoyance. He thought he was being clever. I wanted to punch him. Instead, I chose to keep my mouth shut and bask in the glory that sometime in the night; I was the one he needed to be near. I gave him his moment of imaginary triumph.

He chuckled to himself. "I'm just kidding, Jay."

I snap a warning look at him. He grabbed my face and began kissing me. A kiss where you instantly become inflamed by the passion and the need behind that kiss. I didn't want to be one of those girls who became angry with the loss of power by a man's kiss, and yet I didn't want to give into him either. Deep down I wanted to push him away and be disgusted with him.

Another part wanted to fuck him because I had control. Forgiveness and comfort is what he wanted, and I had more power to return his rejection or give into him. I couldn't resist his lips on my neck. His hands caressing and memorizing every inch of my skin. Rubbing up and down my shoulders until one hand moved slowly between my thighs.

"Tom," I whispered against his lips.

He stopped. "What's wrong?"

"Should we be doing this in a tent with your friends sleeping a hundred feet away?"

He grinned and kissed me again. "You're right. We should do it in the car on the way to school."

"School?" I gasped, jumping up from the ground. I search for my shoes and other belongings.

"Relax. You're already late. No sense in rushing now," Tom yawned, leaning up, and removing the sleep from his eyes.

"But what happens—"

"If you miss one day?" He interjected. I paused in astonishment. "Come on, they're not going to die if you don't show up. You should spend the whole day—"

"Smoking weed and sleeping with you?" I snapped.

Tom sighed. "I was going to offer to drink our troubles away, but I'm down for some ganja and a little rendezvous between the sheets."

He vauntingly settles his exposed upper body down on the blanket. His hands behind his head and a presumptuous smile plastered on his cheeks. I didn't know what possessed me, but my anger revealed itself. "Tom, I don't care what you and your dick do, but I'm leaving one way or another."

I hastily unzipped the tent, stomping outside, and walking back to the car. Luckily, the guys were still asleep in their tent. They wouldn't have to see me acting crazy and then I end up feeling embarrassed. I don't remember if I heard Tom call my name or chase after me. At this point, I didn't care either way.