**Original POV**

The school was quiet now, but I knew in an hour it'd be a fucking circus. I grabbed my backpack and set it on my shoulder, heading toward the library. The lights flickered on and off as I walked through the hall tripping the motion detectors.

"Caitlin!" A shadow stepped away from one of the lockers up ahead, triggering another one of the lights, it was Tom. What did he want?

I smiled. No need to embarrass yourself, Caitlin "What's up?" I asked, continuing to walk.

"Make-up test," he mumbled. "I cut class on the wrong day."

I laughed. "I'm sorry."

"What are you doing here so early?"

"Placement testing – just to be sure I'm in the right place."

"God, that sounds fun."

"Right," I said, looking up into his brown eyes. For the first time, I noticed how the gold flakes in his eyes sparkled when he smiled. My heart melted.

He licked his lip ring, moving his hand down my arm. "Caitlin…"

"I should probably go," I said, hardly able to move from his grip.

Tom laced his fingers with mine and gave them a squeeze. "I'll see you in math?"

"Y-yeah," I stuttered. Damn speech impediment. My heart was pounding out of my chest; he could probably hear it. "G-good luck on your make-up test."

"I'll need it," he said, chuckling. "See you around, Caitlin."

He was gone. I stood alone in the hall for another minute. I just sat there thinking all this through. Did he feel the same way about me?

"Ms. Vanderlip." Mr. Akers was leaning against the door frame, arms folded across his chest. "Are you ready to come in?"

I blinked. "What? Oh, right. Sorry." He laughed, and I followed him into the room.

**Tom's POV**

Her eyes widened in surprise, and I was worried for a second that I'd scared her, but the fear in her eyes quickly went away. "What's up?"

"Make-up test," I grumbled. "I cut class on the wrong day."

To my surprise, she laughed. "I'm sorry."

Dear God, she was adorable. "What are you doing here so early?" Maybe I could suggest a slight detour, and whisk her away to the nearest bathroom for a little…

"Placement test – just to be sure I'm in the right place."

"God, that sounds fun."

"Right…"

I licked my lip, begging my body to stay in control of itself. I want to kiss her so bad – slam her against a locker and kiss every inch of her body. "Caitlin…"

"I should probably go," she said while leaving my gaze. Scheiβe. I made her uncomfortable.

I held her hand in mine, weaving my fingers with hers. Giving them a soft squeeze, I managed to speak. "I'll see you in math?"

"Y-yeah," she whispered, stuttering. My body shook as I pulled away from her. "G-good luck on your make-up test."

I chuckled, wishing so badly that my grade didn't depend on my attendance, and that I could stay here with her. "I'll need it. See you around, Caitlin."

Scheiβe, Tom. Scheiβe, Scheiβe, Scheiβe. You've got it bad, boy.

**Bill's POV**

"Bill." I saw my brother heading my way, hands shoved into the pockets of his baggy jeans. I wondered if he'd ever learn to show some class in the way he dressed. I pretended not to see him, and turned to head the other direction.

I wasn't entirely sure why I was pissed at him, but I was. Maybe it had something to do with last night. I was sick of him bugging me all the time like I was such an embarrassment to him. Like his "playboy" reputation didn't embarrass me enough.

I'll be the first to admit I can be a bit dramatic at times, but last night was nothing. Tom couldn't possibly understand the feelings I had bottled inside me; he didn't know the meaning of the word love. Lust, yes. Love, definitely not.

Caitlin's phone call, or the absence of it, had been eating me away. She probably thought I was a freak; she wouldn't be the first.

"Bill, forget the fucking phone, 'kay? We…" Tom had said, gesturing toward Gustav, Georg, and himself. "We are your friends. Your only friends. So why don't you actually hang out with us instead of staring at a cell that's not gunna ring?" He had slammed his controller down, storming out of the room. "I've got to get out of here," he had yelled.

My twin got on my nerves like no one else could. When we fought, I was always afraid WWIII would break out. Continuing to walk, I rolled my eyes thinking of the time I'd given him a black eye with a frying pan. He'd smacked me good, too, unfortunately.

"Bill!"

Hurrying faster, I ducked into the nearest room. One shriek and one glance about me said it all. "Get the fuck out!" Schieβe. It was the girl's bathroom. Tripping out, I crashed into Tom's arms.

He grinned stupidly. Didn't he know I was already pissed at him? "I see you finally found where you belong," he teased, ruffling my hair.

"Tom!" I huffed, shoving him away. I combed my fingers through my hair, trying desperately to arrange each strand back in place.

"Bill, what's the deal? I mean, you chose a fantastic way to escape, but…" he said, glancing at the restroom door. "Are you mad at me?"

My jaw dropped. "You're kidding, Tomi. After last night you have to ask?"

I started to walk away, but he grabbed my arm and held me fast. "Bill, please…"

"Knock it off," I said, trying to tug my arm away. His fingers just dug in tighter. I would never admit it aloud, but his grip hurt like hell. I'd have a lovely bruise tomorrow.

"Won't you talk to me?"

"Nein," I yelled, as I was let free of his grasp. "Don't talk to me, 'kay?"

"You are such a fucking diva at times, Bill."

"I'm an embarrassment to you, Tom. Admit it." I slammed my fist into a locker, hanging my head. I wished I was invisible. I should turn into a ninja.

Tom rested a hand on my shoulder. "I'm sorry about last night, okay?"

I shrugged him off, but stayed where I was. I knew I couldn't run from him anymore. "You just don't get me. I don't want to be considered the scum of the school, Tom," I whispered. "I just want a chance to be accepted for me. Yesterday…" I paused. I knew I couldn't hide Caitlin from Tom much longer. The image of her smile was so clear in my mind; I felt she could've been standing in front of me. "Tom, she's amazing."

I looked at Tom's astounded face. "She?" He asked, raising his eyebrows curiously.

"I met the most amazing girl yesterday. It feels so weird…I think I already love her."

Tom laughed, banging a fist on the locker. "You can't be serious."

"I do, Tom. We have a connection. Like me and you, minus the douche." I gave him a smirk.

"Ouch. Well, little brother," he said laughing. "I've met someone, too."

I rolled my eyes. "Tom, you're with someone new every other week."

He flicked me off and continued. "I'm serious about this one."

"Serious? You're seriously going 'tap' that and move on."

"You want me to mess up your hair again?" he asked, threateningly.

"Nein," I said, backing off.

"Sweet," Tom chuckled, adjusting his backpack. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I've got a lovely lady waiting for me."

"Yes," I muttered. "Get out of here."

Well, no black eyes this round, ladies and gentlemen. Bill Kaulitz lives to fight another day! What was the damage done? Minor bruising around the forearm, but it'll heal up in no time.

I thought about what my brother had said. Was he kidding? My brother had never been serious about any girl. But then again, neither had I. My thoughts drifted to Jumbie, Jumbie. I couldn't let her slip away.