Bill didn't like school. It was boring, and the teachers never liked him. He was a rebel. He wore heavy make-up and dyed his hair black. He didn't fit in with other students. He was weird and different; nobody liked that. He sat alone at lunch, smoked instead of attending class, and had no respect for teachers. Of course they didn't like him. They especially didn't like the fact that although he did all this stuff and goofed off, he was still able to get near perfect grades. They seemed to have it set in their minds that he was cheating. He didn't really care what they thought, since it wasn't true. There were a lot of things people thought about him that weren't true. So many rumours were floating around about him. He ignored them, though they did get pretty outrageous sometimes. People would do anything to make their lives more interesting, and it was usually at the expense of someone else. Usually it was at the expense of Bill. It didn't affect him any. It didn't change how he acted, or what he did. He ignored them and all their stupid lies.

Bill ignored people as he stopped as his locker to drop off all the textbooks he had gotten. The first day of school was always the most annoying. He couldn't skip any classes, the teachers watch everyone every second, and he wouldn't even have time to sneak out for a smoke any time before lunch. He grabbed his bag, which had nothing but a notebook, a couple pens, his smokes and an eyeliner pencil. Wandering down the hallway, he found the English room. Going inside, he looked around. The teacher wasn't in the room yet, so he took a seat at the back of the classroom in the corner closest to the door. It made for an easy escape and he knew from experience teachers never looked in that area. Sitting down, he ignored the glares and whispers as he pulled out a mirror and the black stick, touching up his make-up; he didn't bother looking up when the teacher walked in. Rolling his eyes as he heard the familiar whispers of the girls, he ignored them, but couldn't help but smirk as the started whispering about the good-looking teacher. How trivial that they would have high school crushes on the new teacher, and still have the nerve to make up rumours about him. Ha! How stupid! However, when he looked up, he was shocked. The teacher was decent height, super tanned with black dreads tied up behind a black bandana. Bill couldn't stop staring into the man's eyes. They were so…wow. The teacher was wearing black dress pants and a white dress shirt but the sleeves were rolled up and a few buttons were undone, which made him look even more relaxed and…sexy? Bill shook his head at the thoughts, but his eyes just wandered back to the teacher as he turned to write his name on the chalkboard. Bill's pierced brow rose slightly when he saw the tattoo above his right elbow; relaxed and a party boy? How interesting… Bill considered agreeing with the girls this one time. He was quite the catch.

"Alright! Guys! Up here," the man said with a voice that made Bill want to lick his lips, "I'm . Whether or not you call me that or 'dude' is up to you, but I will only respond to the one, so it's best that you learn my name." Bill smirked a bit, but quickly frowned again as he realized he was caring too much. What was this teacher trying to prove anyways? That he was the 'cool' teacher? Ha! Bill leaned back and decided to ignore the rest of the class. Closing his eyes, he put his earphones on and focused on not caring. It wasn't hard until he felt a warm finger poking his forehead. Bill frowned and opened his eyes, ignoring the surprise when he saw the teacher in front of him, looking at him with bored eyes. "Class time isn't for sleeping and mind-wandering; not yet at least." Bill saw the smirk. Oh yeah, smirk away. Let everybody believe you're that cool teacher that lets people get away with things. Spineless, new teacher. Bill smirked back at him. What was he going to do anyways? Give him detention on the first day? Ha!

"Piss off." Bill gave a short, smug smile at him; challenging him. Students were staring at him now, astonished that anybody would want to talk like that to the hot, young teacher. Bill ignored them. The man in front of him however, seemed to take a sudden turn. Going from the laidback, new teacher to a stern, strict beast, Bill was surprised to see that look coming from the dark brown eyes. It didn't startle Bill as much as intrigue him. The sudden change made Bill curious. What else was he capable of? What could he be hiding behind the teacher façade? Bill was curious. This man seemed to be different than the other boring teachers. Bill might actually be able to have some fun with this one. He smirked at the look.

"I see you're going to be the difficult one, huh?" Bill raised a brow, but didn't answer, "Well, I can't say I wasn't warned, but I'm not going to be a pushover like the others. Detention; for a month, but you'll be having it with me. I'll see you after school, Mr. Kaulitz!" The man moved back to the front of the class and continued with the first day's regular paperwork, talking over the boring stuff quickly and spending the rest of the time talking with the class. Bill sat in his spot, stunned. What the hell just happened? Rolling his eyes, he looked away. It didn't matter. He wasn't going to ever show up anyways. He was so used to dodging detention that the teachers had eventually just given up even trying. This new meat must really just be a source of entertainment for them now to see how he would handle the problem kid. Bill rolled his eyes, grabbed his bag and left the class early. He wandered the halls, careful to avoid having to deal with people. He stepped outside and lit a smoke, breathing out the hazy smoke slowly and thought. The new teacher was…enticing. Bill wanted to have some fun with this new meat; he wanted to see just how much he could get away with. The teacher had another side to him; one that he wouldn't show at school. Bill wanted to find out what that other side was. He wanted to have some dirt on this new teacher, like he did for all the others. It was his way of manipulating them; he knew dirt on them and they knew he knew. He never had to tell them, but he knew which looks to give; which anonymous notes to leave. He had the whole school wrapped around his finger so tightly that it didn't even bother him that the student body didn't like him. They could all go fuck themselves. They weren't a part of his master plan anyways. Bill smirked at the joke.

~!~

The final bell rang, and Bill had been out the door for a few minutes already. He stopped at his locker, picking up his bag and started towards the front door. He didn't want to stick around, and actually have to go to the stupid detention. What a stupid idea anyways. Giving detention on the first day of school? No teacher was that stupid. Well, obviously there is a teacher that stupid; his name was Trumper. Bill glared as he thought of the name. Who did that guy think he was, anyways? This was probably his first teaching job. He would hope to make some sort of stupid bond with his first class; something that he would always remember. Fucking guy had his head in the clouds. That was never going to happen; though he might get a chance to feel up a couple high school girls if he felt the need to; god knows they would let him. All the girls in his school were interested in the new teacher; by the end of the day Bill was getting sick of hearing every posse that walked past him whispering about Trumper. It was really starting to get on his nerves. The guy was no saint. He wasn't even…He wasn't even worth Bill thinking about it this much.

Bill jumped as he came back to reality, looking right into the face of none other than fucking Trumper himself. Great, I let my mind wander for two minutes and I fall right into the cage. Bill frowned as the teacher led him back to the classroom and sat him down at the front of the room, sitting on top of the desk in front of him. Bill sat back and looked at the teacher with a smirk. He didn't want to give the dreadlocked man the satisfaction of superiority. As far as Bill was concerned, they were equal, and there was nothing that Trumper was going to be able to do about it. Bill had the power, or at least he would once he got some dirt.

"Well then, Mr. Kaulitz. Since I've been made aware of your tendencies to skip out on detention, I've got an idea," the man said, handing Bill a book. It was rather nice. A leather cover with faux gold trim on the empty pages. What the hell was he giving him this for? Bill didn't want to admit that he liked it. "While you spend the hour with me each day, I want you to write." Bill stared at him for a minute, expecting him to keep talking, pursing his lips when he didn't. He didn't want to ask questions. He didn't want to show he was interested, so he just stared at him with disconcerted eyes. He really didn't want to show he was intrigued, and was secretly glad when the other spoke again. "Write whatever comes to your mind. Don't worry about other people reading it. This is just for you." What is he trying to prove? Bill looked at him silently, waiting for the teacher to go back to his work before pulling out a nice pen and opening the book. He stared at the empty page quietly. Was he really going to do this? Why not? Perhaps he would do it just to humour the new teacher. He obviously thought he had come up with some miraculous new reform technique. Ha! Maybe he would even name it after Bill. The dark-haired boy smirked and sat back, looking up at the teacher. Bill found his eyes wandering. The man's face was delicate, yet…mysterious. Bill could watch those eyes forever. They were so dark and deep. There was so much hiding just behind them that Bill wanted to know. He told himself he wanted to know to have something on him. What other reason could there be? Trumper had a defined jawline, and full lips, and Bill noticed for the first time a piercing in the bottom lip. So he really is a wild one, huh? Bill smirked and looked away. Glancing back at the empty page, he bit his lip and played with the tongue piercing as he thought about what to write, smiling when he thought of something, and quickly writing down what he had thought of. When the hour was up, Bill instantly got up and left the room, leaving the journal on the desk as he had been instructed. He knew that Trumper would be reading it. In fact, he was counting on it. Bill smirked and left without looking back.

~!~

Tom watched as the boy left the room. There was something odd about that boy. The faculty had warned him about this boy; he was a nuisance and would cause him trouble. Well, he had proved only to be difficult on the first day, but Tom was certain that there was some reason behind the way this boy was acting. Bill Kaulitz. Tom looked at the record the school kept of him; repeated suspensions for breaking and entering, stolen property, fights on school property, and accused of attacking a boy causing him to go blind. Tom frowned as he read over it. The boy he had been watching didn't seem he was capable of hurting a person that badly. He was only accused, that didn't mean he did it. Tom read it over again before sighing and setting it aside. He didn't want to think about that anymore. He already had a plan in motion to help the kid. Looking over at the journal, he figured he should read it quickly before going home. He needed the book to be able to get into the boy's head; to see what was really bugging him and what was making him act out in such a way. He knew it all sounded like bullshit. Some kids are just pricks. It's how high school is, but Tom didn't believe that this time around. Opening the book, his eyebrows rose in surprise at the words, reading them over and over again in slight shock and interested curiosity. Well, this was going to be interesting.

September 2nd,

Today the hunt began.