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Chapter 1

"Wow. Who's he? He's beautiful," I say. I am walking into the school, with my one and only friend Kara. I am new this year. I moved from New York City to Magdeburg just over the summer. We became friends while sipping virgin martini's by my pool.

"Who?" she asks. I stick out a single finger and she stares in the direction I am pointing. "Oh. Him. That is Bill Kaulitz. Gorgeous. Though not as yummy as his twin."

"He has a twin?" I ask curiously. "Are they identical?"

"Easy there tiger. His twin is Tom. Actually he's running up to Bill right now." I watch as a boy with dirty blond dreadlocks catches up to Bill. He is wearing extremely baggy clothing, and a hat over his dreads. And, I have to admit, he is pretty hot.

"Wow. It's just not fair. Why do some people get all the looks? They leave us with nothing." Kara laughs at me. She gives me a shrug and starts walking toward the school.

"Come on Ali. Let's get our schedules." I follow Kara up the steps of the school. Just before walking through the doors I turn back, to catch a last glimpse of the angel that is Bill. And that's when he turns and stares directly into my eyes. I feel my stomach somersault. I quickly turn away and run to catch up to Kara.

We walk down a wide hall filled with students and lockers. Everyone is yelling over each other. I feel a headache coming on. I will have to remember to bring some aspirin to school. I get headaches real easily. It is unfortunate, I know.

Kara leads me to the office, gabbing the entire time. I put in an answer here and there, but mostly I just look around and take everything in. There's a girls bathroom next to the nurses office, which is right across the hall from the principals office. Taped to the door is a map of the school. I make a mental note to ask for one of my own. With my luck I'll get lost looking for an exit, even though the signs are clearly lit up.

Kara pushes the door open and we step inside. Thankfully the line of students whose schedules got lost in the mail is small, so Kara and I only have to wait for a few minutes.

"Name?"

"Alison Wood," I tell the secretary. She has big red hair and those ugly glasses that old people find cool. They have green rims and red gem insets. Merry Christmas. She pulls my schedule out of a filing cabinet and hands it to me.

"Anything else?" she asks in a bored tone.

"Yeah. Could I have a map of the school. It's my first day and I kind of don't want to get lost." She nods and grabs a map. Then she slides it across the desk to me.

"Thank you," I say. She's already moved on to the next student, so I grab my map and schedule and walk out of the office. Kara is waiting for me.

"Who do you have first?" she asks. I look at my schedule.

"AP Bio," I say. It's true. I am a bio nerd.

"Me too!" Kara says excitedly. "Come on." She takes me by the arm and pulls me down the hall and around the corner. Then we walk into the classroom. We sit at a table in the back. I listen attentively while the teacher lectures and Kara texts. Finally the bell rings. I say good bye to Kara and go in search of my locker. IT is just outside the door, which is good. I throw my stuff in there and head of for my next class.

Finally lunch comes. Kara and I walk to the cafeteria together and we stand in line.

"We actually have really good food. Most schools have gross stuff, but ours is good. The administration actually want to keep us alive." I laugh and leave Kara to go to the salad bar. I put some salad on a plate and grab a water. I look at the label. Fiji water. Just how much does this school pay for water each week. Kara wasn't kidding when she said they want us to live.

We pay for our food and Kara steers me to a table filled with soccer players and a few girls that have field hockey jackets.

"Hey guys. This is Ali. She's new," Kara tells them. They all say hi and then go back to their lunch. I sit down and begin eating my salad. That's when I hear a huge burst of laughter coming from the middle of the room. I twist in my seat.

Bill and all the people at his table are laughing hysterically at Tom. He starts talking more and I realize that he is telling a story. Everyone laughs again as Tom starts thrusting his hips. Then I notice that Bill looks kind of disgusted by his brothers behavior. I am just about to look away when he turns his head and stare directly at me. He smile at me and turns back around. I feel my face flame and quickly try to engage in conversation with the people at my table.

Later I find myself in the library. I open my math book and stare at the equation on the page. What? I stare dejectedly at the numbers and letters, trying to make sense of it all. Unfortunately math is not one of my strong points. I give up and slam my book closed. For the millionth time today I think of Bill.

Bill was gorgeous, there was no denying that. He is probably the prettiest boy I have ever seen. He has long black hair, which was spiked out around his face. It reminds me of a lion. His eyes are lined with a lot of black eye makeup.

Most people automatically assume that if a guy wears makeup he is gay. And of course in Bill's case, though I don't feel this way, I'm sure people think he is the epitome of all that is gay. He has extremely delicate facial features.

"I thought he was a girl the first time I saw him," Kara told me.

I'm sure that the makeup does nothing for people to think he's straight. He is a guy that looks like a girl (Not to me though) and wears makeup. GAY! I wonder how often he hears this.

I suddenly feel awful for thinking about this. I pull out my math book and battle the homework with a fury.

By the time the bell to end the day rings I am exhausted. I walk to my locker and pull out my red jacket. I pull it over my new black tank top and start walking down the hall, my dark brown leather messenger bag swing at my side.

"Ali!"

I turn and see Kara running towards me. I stand and wait for her to reach me.

"Hey. What's up?" I ask.

"Me and a couple guys are going to go to the diner for a quick bite. You wanna come?"

"Nah. I'm just going to go home," I say.

"Rough day?" Kara asks me. If only you knew, I think. I couldn't keep my mind from wandering to Bill all day.

"No. I'm just tired. I woke up way too early this morning. Nerves got the better of me."

"Okay. Well I'll see you tomorrow. Do you need a ride?" Kara asks.

"Nope. Dad is taking me to pick out a car later."

"Spoiled," Kara singsongs.

"Goodbye," I say and wave as I walk away. Kara runs off and with three of the guys from lunch. I start walking and then realize that I left my house key in my locker. I turn around and bump into someone, causing their books to fall to the ground.

"Oh my God. I'm so sorry," I say as I begin to grab fallen papers. A hand with a black and white French manicure reaches for a paper. She has nice nails, I think.

"No. It's fine," says the person. I freeze, because the voice definitely did not come from a girl. I look up and see Bill Kaulitz kneeling on the ground, gathering his books. I hand him the papers I picked up.

"Thanks," he says. "I'm Bill." He extends a hand. I take it.

"I'm Alison," I tell him. He smiles.

"I like it. It's cute." I'm positive my cheeks are tomato red. If they are, he takes no notice. I notice how he as a thick accent. He obviously tried really hard to speak as well as he does in English.

"Would you like a ride home?" he asks.

"Um. Thanks but I already have a ride."

"Okay. I guess I'll see you around then. Bye!" He waves and walks off. I stand shocked for a second and then speed to my locker. I grab my key and walk out of the school.

I begin walking towards home. It should only take me twenty minutes. A half hour if I would slow down. Unfortunately my legs seem to be working of their own accord, kind of like my mind.

I am almost halfway home when I see the park. It is totally deserted. I run over and sit on a swing. I pump my legs back and forth, and pretty soon I am being propelled into the sky. That is when the Cadillac Escalade pulls up. The windows are tinted, so I can't see anyone inside.

I stop swinging and reach for my messenger bag. I dig through it frantically, looking for my pepper spray. I hear a door open and slam, then the crunch of gravel as someone runs across the parking lot. I give up my search and decide that I will just have to fight this dude off.

A hand touches my shoulder. I swing around and my hands connects with the face of the guy. He ducks his head, holding his hand to his face. And that is when I realize my mistake.

"Oh my God. I'm so sorry. Are you okay Bill?" His shoulders are shaking. "Did I hurt you?" He stands up straight and I realize now that he is laughing.

"What... was... that... for?" he manages to choke out.

"I thought you were a child molester." I can't believe I said that, let alone that I am actually talking to Bill for the second time today. "Why are you here?" I ask.

"Do you want me to go?" No. But I don't tell him this. "We, me and Tom saw you and wondered if you would like a ride home? Plus you lied to me when you said you had a ride already, so." I didn't think he would even remember me.

"I'm not supposed to accept rides from strangers. Or candy."

"Well you are lucky that I'm not strange. And, the biggest shocker of all, I don't have candy. Tom on the other hand is extremely strange, so I would be careful." I laugh and we begin to walk towards the car, where I can make out Tom in the drivers seat with the window down.

I am in total shock. There are quite a few reasons. One. I am walking with Bill Kaulitz. Two. He offered me a ride home again. And three. I slapped him. There is an angry red welt where my hand connect with his skin. I ask him if it hurts.

"Only a bit. My skin is really sensitive though, so don't beat yourself up over it. Okay?"

"No problem." We are at the car now. Bill holds open the door for me and I climb up, with some difficulty, seeing as the car is three feet off the ground. Bill climbs in after me.

"You hit Bill," Tom says as a hello.

"I didn't mean to."

"No. It was wicked. And hilarious. You should have seen your face when you realized who it was. You got so red," Tom tells me. I begin to blush again.

"I'm really sorry about that," I say for what feels like the hundredth time.

"No problem," Bills says. Then, to his brother, "Turn on the radio." Tom obliges and I hear the host speak.

"And here is Tokio Hotel's single Ubers Ende der Welt." I listen to the music. It is really good.

"Wow. These guys are great," I say. "The lyrics are amazing."

"You can understand them?" Bill asks.

"Yeah. I started speaking German when I was two. I was actually born here. I don't know why I am talking in English now. It's a habit I guess. You don't really talk German when you live in NYC."

"You lived in New York?" Tom asks.

"Yeah."

"We love it there." I nod and look out the window.

"Stop. This is me." Tom pulls into the driveway. It is relatively long and my house is a big stone beauty. I love it. It is so much different from our apartment in NYC.

"Nice house," Bill comments.

"Thanks. I love it. Well, bye I guess."

"Would you like a ride tomorrow to school?" Tom asks.

"Um. Sure," I say. I dwell only for a second on the fact that I told Kara no when she asked me. I really want to have more time with the twins though. Especially Bill. I get out and Bill waves. Then Tom backs out and they are gone. I walk inside on a cloud.