Collide ♔ Tom Kaulitz

c h a p t e r ♕ t w e n t y

I sit with my eyes closed, my chin resting on top on my hand. I haven't been sleeping more than a few hours a night. I can't decide if it's the guilt that sits in my chest or the fact that i haven't seen Tom in two weeks.

Every single day has felt like torture. But i can't let myself fall into his trap any longer, this is for the best.

Besides the fact that Tom could be plotting vengeance for his family, to fall in love with Tom Kaulitz would be disastrous. Like i told Leo, i would never be allowed to marry him. Letting myself fall into the pattern of being vulnerable with him would inevitably end in my heart break.

My mind begins to feel heavy as i drift off to sleep.

"FRAN." Vivi knocks on my desk waking me up. My eyes shoot open to an empty class room and my two friends standing over me.

"What is with you Francesca?" Asks Gemma as i rise from my desk, grabbing my books as i walk off.

"Nothing, I'm fine." I sigh, pushing my way through Gemma and Vivienne.

"Oh my gosh, are you sneaking out all night with Tom?" Gemma chases after me through the door of the classroom. I stop dead in my tracks, my black mary janes squeaking against the tile floor.

"Uhm, no. I'm not seeing Tom anymore." My heart aching in my chest as soon as his name falls off of my lips. I walk quickly towards my locker before i can be bombarded with any more questions.

"Fran!? What happened?" Vivi chases after me with several small but quick steps. Ignoring her i begin to spin the dial on my locker to unlock it.

"Fran!!" Vivi pleads to me. I slam the side of my fist against my locker, the bang ringing throughout the hall.

"Drop it." I spin around to face my friends who stand directly behind me, practically on my heels. "I don't want to talk about it."

"Okay... Geeze." Vivi pouts.

"Give her some space Viv. She's hurting." Gemma pulls the side of Vivi's jacket, dragging her away from me.

I turn towards my locker once again. My closing my eyes, i place my forehead against the cool metal. I sigh a deep breath. I didn't mean to be such a bitch to my friends. I think missing Tom is really starting to take a toll on my mental health, but in the end this is what is best for me.

Adjusting my books in my arm, i open my locker. A little white note slips from the top, fluttering its way down to the white tile floor.

Confusion over takes my expression as i stare at the note at my feet. After setting my books down on the shelving in my locker, i bend down to pick up the note.

In black scribbled letters the note read;

Francesca,

Meet me at the bridge tonight at 11. Don't be late.

TK

I felt my knees becoming weak, my heart thumping in my ears. He was here, in my school. I peer around the hallway, hoping and praying that he is lurking somewhere. I shake my head at the thought, i shouldn't be hoping to see him. I don't need to see him. 

In fact, i need the opposite.

I rolled my eyes with a sigh. I slammed my locker shut, with more force than intended. I crumpled up the note, throwing it in a trash bin.

I wouldn't be meeting Tom tonight, or any other night for that matter.