Disclaimer: I do not own Tokio Hotel or A Rose to the Fallen!


It was the last period of the day, but the class seemed to drone on. My eyes kept sliding to the clock in hopes of the day ending soon. I have no idea why we come back every bloody year, we learn the same stuff!

I looked down at my "notes". Chuckling silently to myself, I continued doodling. Coloring in the recent creation, I suddenly noticed no one around me. I looked up to see Miss. Bennet looking down at me. At only thirty, she managed to look like one of those young teachers bright out of college, but are the meanest teachers. Of course, she wasn't the meanest teacher around here… I smiled slightly as I grabbed my books and ran out.

"Miss. Hathaway?" I turned to see Miss. Bennet.

"Yes?"

"Next time my lesson bores you, please speak up," she replied. I smiled; no problem doing that! I quickly grabbed my green messenger bag and ran towards the exit of the school. Oddly, kids still loomed around it. Correction: kids loomed around while peering at the odd black Cadillac Escalade.

'Pandemonium's going to break out,' I thought. The murmurs around me grew as the door opened. I rolled my eyes. Of course, a bloody American car causes insanity in my school! I bravely started walking to my car.

"Katie!" I turned to see who whispered my name.

Tom!

Growling, I continued to my car.

"Katie, come on," he yelled. I snapped my head toward him.

"How do you know my name?"

"One of your football friends told me… I believe her name was Emma," he replied.

"I'm going to kill her," I murmured.

"So… Are you going to go on a date with me now?"

I scoffed and retorted, "I said no before. What makes you think that I will now?" His lip ring wiggled again. Oh, how I'd love to rip that thing out!

"Oh, I know women… Inside and out," he replied. I growled even louder.

"First you won't leave me alone, and now you're also causing a scene; at my school, too!"

"Well, just say yes and this scene will be stopped," he offered. I mentally debated. If I said no, I could get to football practice faster, but I would also have to deal with the girls berating me for saying no. If I said yes, he would leave; I would get to football practice, and deal with the girls berating me for saying yes. Decision, decisions… Either way it's a lose-lose battle.

Sighing, I nodded. "Fine… but I refuse to sleep with you!" He smirked and looked my up and down. I had to remind myself that I wasn't a slut, and I shouldn't appreciate the look.

"For now," he murmured. "Now, I need your cell number. I'll text you the date, time, and place later." Eyes, rolling, I let him put his number into my phone and call his phone. "I'll call you," he said. I could literally feel the smirk in his voice. I flipped him the bird and headed to football practice.

The girls crowded me, all waiting to know how I knew him.

"Girls, run your laps," Coach Lucas warned. We all groaned but started for the track.

"Lucky bitch," I heard some girls murmuring.

"She'll probably suck him off on the date," others snapped. I almost choked with the water I had just drunk. Suck him off? Tom? No bloody way in hell would I ever do that!

Practice ended early when Coach Lucas gave up trying to coerce the other girls into working. They were too heated up with Tom Kaulitz or The Sexiest Man Alive talking to… well… me. Again, I really don't see what is so special about a wannabe gangster!

I arrived home to see a text from him. Great, not even a day later and he's already bothering me!

Ill pick u up 2moro 5. B Ready! I flipped my phone closed and sighed out of aggravation.

I ran inside to see Grammy and Great-Grammy watching Manchester United versus France.

"Bloody hell, I'm late!" Grammy shushed me but beckoned me to the tele. As soon as I sat down, Manchester United scored a goal. I screamed and jumped up from my seat. "Yes! Yes! Yes!"

Manchester United ended up winning two to zero. Everything was quieting down. Grammy had gone back to the laundry room and Great-Grammy to the kitchen. That's when I heard it.

Thumping. Moaning. Groaning.

Sighing, I knew what was happening. I could hear Grammy clearing her throat nervously. I still don't see how they are able to ignore it. Someday, I might ask them, but not now.

I had such a hard look on my face that Great-Grammy looked a little scared to approach me with tea. I took the tea with little talk or emotion. Great-Grammy chatted with Grammy—who had just finished the small load of laundry—candidly while I sat silent.