Love me, Hate me [PART 5]

Yes, I know, another story from me but I couldn't help it. Plus I promised Pav (Raze) I'd write it and post it before she got back from Sweden and she's back next week some time. This is for her Thanks for reading and any comments, questions or even criticism let me know

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“Tomi, we’re lost!” Bill whined, as he and his twin brother, Tom wandered the magnificent halls of the grand school. It was their first day at Regensberg Academy and already they were off to a bad start. They were supposed to have been in class twenty minutes ago and indeed, they would have been, if only they could find the classroom!

“We’re not lost Bill,” Tom replied, rolling his eyes at his brother. “It’s got to be here somewhere, it’s not like we’re looking for the Lost City of Atlantis for fuck’s sake.”

“Well find it then! My feet hurt and I want to sit down,” Bill replied, pouting angrily at his brother.

“You’re such a god-damn Diva!” Tom exclaimed, looking angrily at the schedule and map he held within his grasp; he was never going to find this damn classroom, the school was just too big!

Bill poked his tongue out childishly at Tom before crossing his arms over his chest angrily and sulking. “ask someone where our class is!”

“Who do you want me to ask? The pictures on the wall? This isn’t Hogwarts you know, they don’t talk back,” Tom rolled his eyes again.

“You are such a dork for knowing stuff about Harry Potter.” Bill retorted.

“Oh like you don’t know everything there is to know about Harry Potter; you’re the dork.”

“No I’m not!” Bill exclaimed, hurt. “I’m the epitome of cool.”

“Whatever you say Billa,” Tom teased.

Bill slapped Tom‘s shoulder, hard. “Oh just shut up and find our classroom!”

“Yes sir!”

“Sarcastic bastard!”

“Fucking Diva.”

“Gangsta wannabe.”

“Drag Queen.”

“Whore!”

“Right back at you little brother,” Tom retorted, glaring at Bill.

“Fuc- Tomi!” Bill suddenly exclaimed, looking over Tom’s shoulder. “Look, there are two girls over there!”

“And? Don’t worry Billa, I won’t let them come to close to your virgin ass,” Tom scoffed. “We all know how pure and innocent little Bill is.”

“Fuck off!” Bill retorted. “You’re so stupid! Why don’t you ask those girls for help…Duh!”

“I’m not asking someone for help, we don’t need help!“

“We’re lost Tomi! We need help so ask them!“

“Why don’t you?”

“Ugh!” Bill groaned in annoyance. “Fine. Hey! You two!”

Bill’s loud voice carried down the hallway towards the two girls. Both stopped what they were doing and looked up at the boys before them, grinning devilishly at the sight of two tall, attractive boys they’d never seen before.

They pushed themselves away from the wall they had been leaning against and strutted down the hallway towards the two. The twins watched as the two sashayed over to them, their hips swaying dangerously, both oozing dark, tantalizing mystery.

“Can we help you?” One of the girl’s asked. She had a slight accent giving her German an attractive twang to it.

Both boys looked at the girl in shock. She had full, rouged lips which formed into an attractive pout while her eyes were rimmed in kohl. Her eyes were a shocking shade of indigo - they had to be contact lenses - and her soft auburn hair flowed down across her features softening her hard appearance.

“Yeah, what can we do for you?” her friend asked, diverting the boys’ attention towards her. She too had an accent, they noted

This girl had big, bold, black make-up covering her eyes, defining the contours of the almond structures. Her full lips were glossy and seemed to have the perfect pout. Her skin had a dark, olive hue to it, unlike her friend who was deathly pale. Her eyes were the darkest obsidian the boys had ever seen and her ebony hair flicked out in choppy layers.

Both girls wore the school uniform however they had customized it considerably. The supposedly knee length skirt came to mid thigh on both and while the pale one wore her undone tie around her neck like a scarf, the darker one had neglected to wear hers at all. Both had their sleeves rolled up and at least the first two buttons of their shirts undone.

“You two gonna stare at us all day or what?” The pale one asked.

“Uh, yeah,” Bill said, shaking himself out of his daze. “I’m Bill Kaulitz and this is my twin brother Tom, we’re lost, can you help us find our class.”

“Well, Bill,” the pale one said, enunciating his name, allowing the word to roll around on her tongue. “Which class do you have.”

Bill nudged Tom, he had their schedules. Tom rolled his eyes and glared at his brother. “we’re supposed to have Math in room 303.”

“Oh you’re on the wrong floor,” the dark girl responded. “You want to go up a floor and it’s on the right.”

“We could, escort you if you wanted,” the pale one continued, twirling a piece of her hair between her fingers.

“Don’t you have a class to go to?” Tom asked raising an eyebrow at the two.

“You really are new,” the dark one giggled. “Someone should really show you the ropes to this school. We‘d be happy to help!”

“Well uh…” Tom began, searching for the girl’s name, trying to remember if she had told him her name or not.

“I’m Raze,” the dark girl said.

“And I’m Rave,” the pale one added.

“Well, Raze,” Tom said, rolling his eyes at her name. “Thanks, but no thanks, we don’t need your help, we can find the class ourselves.”

“You obviously can’t,” Raze scoffed. “You’d be there by now if you could, not wandering around on the wrong floor.”

“Whatever, I don’t need your help,” Tom retorted. “So why don’t you and your friend just fuck off.”

“What the hell’s your problem?” Raze asked angrily. “All we were trying to do was help! What, is that dorky hat too tight perhaps, maybe it’s constricting your brain because you obviously can’t see when someone’s just being nice.”

“Perhaps you’ve got too much make-up on to see that I don’t need your help,” Tom said. “You should really sort that out, it looks like you used a shovel to put it on.”

“You little shit,” Raze replied angrily. “Fuck you, at least I don’t look like a total wannabe.”

“I’d rather look like a wannabe than a whore.”

“You better watch your mouth Kaulitz,” Raze said, voice low and venomous.

“Why, who’s gonna mess with me?” Tom replied, confidently, staring Raze down.

“You’re staring at the face, punk,” Raze replied, her hands balled into fists.

“Ok that’s enough, perhaps you guys should go,” Rave suddenly said, jumping in between the two.

“Why bother, it might be hilarious to see them kill each other,” Bill replied, looking at his obsidian nails critically.

“Or it might be a huge bloody mess that we‘d have to clean up,” Rave replied, looking at the spikey haired boy before her.

“What do you mean ’we’, I don’t do manual labour,” Bill replied, rolling his eyes as though it were obvious. “I might break a nail or something. You could do it, yours look a bit ratty.”

“Why thank you, how kind,” Rave replied sarcastically.

“You’re welcome,” Bill responded. “So, are you going to carry my books then?”

“You what?” Rave said, stunned.

“Duh, you’re taking us to class and you can carry my books,” Bill said.

“What did your last slave die of?” Rave asked, raising an eyebrow at him.

“Boredom.”

“Dude, I am not carrying your shit!” Rave replied. “Carry it yourself, Diva.”

“Oh that was original.”

“Come on Rave, lets go,” Raze said, interrupting the slag-fest. “These idiots obviously don’t want two hot girls like us to help them.”

“Their loss,” Rave said, shrugging. “It’s a shame, they were kinda hot, but what jerks!”

“Let’s go,” Raze said. Rave nodded and turned on her heel. The two girls swayed down the hallway. As they walked away, Rave turned once to wink at the boys, biting on her lip seductively as she did so. Then, they were gone.

“Bitch,” Tom said angrily. “Come on Bill, let’s go to class.”

“Fine,” Bill sighed. “But now I have no one to carry my books.”

“she wasn’t going to carry them anyway,” Tom replied, rolling his eyes.

“I’m sure I could’ve convinced her,” Bill mused. He followed Tom down the hallway and over to where they’d seen a staircase which they eagerly ascended, perhaps they could get to math in time for the last ten minutes of the lesson at least.

its nice.. definatly diff than the others.. cant wait to see how it turns out...

OooooO that is soooo freakin cool lol its gr8 fightin fueds lol gr8 story XDXD

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i like the way the girls talk

i love it it's great!

ihihihih I rly like the nickname fight xD

Awesome chappie =]

Mehr when you can =]

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i love u i love u i love u!
tht was so cool....and u kept the same dialogues!....i Love calling Tom punk....its funny and i'm so damn sure it wud annoy him in real life!
amazing!
did i mention i love u?

Whoa its so cool !!! definately an original style and the name calling continued to widden my vocabulary of 'calling people names' xD

Its d best... please continue it as soon as u can. [[d first chap was gr8 and im sure the others will be even better ]]

LeTs SeE AnOtHeR FiGhT.. WIII !!


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Thanks for all the comments guys!!! You are all so wonderful! This is dedicated to all of you especially Pav because she's just as impatient as me! She wrote half of it herself btw, this is a joint effort lol

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“Can you believe those two?” Raze huffed as the two skulked down the hallway.

“What?”

“They were so rude and arrogant,” Raze cried. “And that one with the dreadlocks-”

“Tom.”

“Yeah, Tom,” Raze said, waving Rave’s comment aside. “He was such a pompous ass. All we were trying to do was help!”

“Raze, chill,” Rave huffed; she hated when people complained. “We probably won’t ever see them again so just forget about them.”

“But they were such assholes!”

“And?”

“Oh you know you think they were as well,” Raze said. “You were just more captivated by their looks.”

“And? They were hot!” Rave exclaimed, grinning at her friend. “And don’t deny it.”

“Just cos they were hot, doesn’t mean they weren’t assholes!”

“Ok, I agree, they were assholes. Can we just head up to the roof now?” Rave asked. She was itching for a cigarette which were actually forbidden on school grounds. Her and Raze often went up to the roof for her to have a smoke though; they’d found a little niche they could hide in and smoke, drink and generally keep contraband without ever being discovered.

Raze huffed and motioned for her to move on. They climbed the numerous staircases and went into an abandoned classroom. They shimmied out of the window and quickly hoisted themselves up on the roof. It wasn’t as dangerous as it sounded; there was a wide ledge and the grooves in the walls were wide enough to get a decent foothold on them.

They settled in the little niche and Rave eagerly lit up a fag, puffing in the nicotine laden smoke.

Half an hour and a cigarette later, the two were considerably more relaxed, Rave because of the cigarette, Raze because she had My Chemical Romance blaring from her head phones.

“You know,” Rave said, as she stubbed out her cigarette. “We should probably be heading out.”

“Why?” Raze asked.

“Well we have to be at the diner by 4 for our shift,” Rave began, glancing at her watch quickly. “It’s 3.15.”

“Shit let’s go, Kacy will kill us if we’re late again,” Raze said.

“She’s just looking for an excuse to fire us!”

The two climbed down off the roof and made their way back to their dorm room. Regensberg Academy was a boarding school for Juvenile Deliquents or ‘bad kids’ as the teachers called them. That was how Rave and Raze had met; both had arrived on the same day and been lumbered with one another as roommates. They had hit it off from the moment they met and become the best of friends and, coincidentally, the rulers of the school.

They had both decided to work at the same diner back in the beginning to fund their lives as they refused point blank to ask their parents for money considering they both despised their parents.

They changed into their uniforms which consisted of blue shirts and little black miniskirts before leaving the school and making their way over to the diner which was in town.

Arriving just on time, Raze scurried into the kitchens where she would be spending the evening helping the chef in charge whilst Rave carried the dishes out to the customers; they alternated tasks with each shift.

Up until seven, their shift had passed by without a hitch. There had been a steady flow of customers so neither had gotten bored for lack of work.

Rave had been idling by the bar, watching the customers for signs of anyone needing a waitress when the bell above the diner door dinged; another customer had arrived. Rave grabbed her pen and note pad along with some menus and scurried over to where two boys sat.

“Good evening, welcome to Kacy’s Diner, I’m Rave and I’ll be your waitress for this evening,” she said, smiling politely without making direct eye contact with the two, like she’d been taught. “Can I get you something to drink.”

“Oh, look who it is,” a voice said; a voice Rave recognized. She looked up and her eyes narrowed as she saw that sitting before her was none other than the Kaulitz twins they’d met earlier.

“It’s that crazy whore we met this morning,” the dreadlocked one, Tom, said, looking up at Rave. “Is your slapper of a friend here as well, Raze was it?”

“Why, hoping she’ll give you pity sex?” Rave retorted, glaring at Tom. She bustled as she felt her boss’s eyes trained upon her, handing the menus she held to the two boys. “what can I get you two to drink?”

“I’ll have a vodka coke, plenty of ice, with a wedge of lemon,” Bill said, smiling at her sardonically.

“And I’ll have a beer,” Toms said.

“I.D.” Rave replied, not even bothering to write the orders down.

“Excuse me?” Bill asked, looking at her in shock.

Rave simply pointed to a sign above the bar stating that under 18s weren’t allowed alcohol. “I.D.”

Bill huffed. “Fine, just two cokes!”

Rave jotted down the order and stormed off to the bar, getting the drinks for the boys. She carried them back over and placed them in front of the two, though she was tempted to dump them into their laps.

“Are you ready to order some food?” she asked, popping her hip out and holding the pad of paper in her hand, pen poised to write down the orders.

“I’ll have a cheeseburger, fries, no salad, side order of onion rings, coleslaw and um…hmm…that’s it,” Tom said, after a few moments of staring at his menu.

“I will have a chicken Caesar salad, no tomatoes, easy on the dressing. Make sure the chicken is diced and warm also I want the lettuce shredded. And a side order of chips,” Bill said, before looking back up. “Make it quick, you don’t want to serve me cold food, I can be a fussy customer.”

Rave snatched the menus out of their hands and stormed into the kitchens, practically throwing the paper with the orders upon it at Raze. She wanted to slap the smirk right of his face and give him a piece of her mind, but she was so close to being fired it was unreal and she really needed this job!

“How dare he talk to me like that! Fucking bitch!” Rave raged as Raze gave the orders to the head chef.

“Calm down Rave, who is the person you’re talking about?” Raze asked

“Those fucking twins we met this morning, the Kaulitz twins,” Rave huffed, crossing her arms over her chest angrily; she needed a cigarette! “Insulting us like that; who do they think we are, their personal slaves. How dare they!”

Before Raze could respond, the orders were ready and Rave scurried out of the kitchen with the plates balanced upon a tray. She slammed the plates down upon the table before giving them death glares.

“Anything else,” she asked huffily.

Tom narrowed his eyes at her and glared. “No thanks, bitch.”

She would’ve retorted, but her boss Kacy Ross passed by her at that very moment. She kept her mouth shut and returned to the job.

She cleared tables and brought out more food, all the while conscious of the twins whom she knew were watching her. They kept muttering things to her and laughing every time she strutted passed. When she had gone on a break, Raze had come to take her place as waitress and she too had been subjected to mutterings and abuse from the boys who had her running around the restaurant like a mad woman. She had never been happier to see Rave return, allowing her to go for her own break.

Finally, they were done, and Rave returned to clear the table.

"Looks like you do have to pick up my dirty stuff now," Bill snarled. "Maybe if you had carried my books in the morning I might've helped you right now, but too bad, you didn’t carry my books in the morning...so now you pay."

He deliberately knocked over a half full glass of coke and watched gleefully as the liquid spread across the table which Rave had just wiped down.

She pulled out a cloth which had been slung over her shoulder and began to mop up the liquid. She glared at him as she leant over, her eyes boring daggers into the two.

“Say all you want Kaulitz,” she muttered venomously, low enough for only the two of them to hear. “But you’ll be back in my school soon enough.”

She glared at him one last time before returning to the spilled coke she was mopping up. She turned on her heel once she was done and stormed over to the kitchen, leaving the two boys to glare at her as she walked away.

i soooooooooo want moreeeeeeee pwsssssssssss

pretty good. i like it, its different and doesnt make me cry mehr bitte!

oh you evil genius...this is soooooooo much better than what i given you.
ha...i am loving this!
more when u can....and yes i am an impatient bitch!

lovin' it !!!

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Muahahaha *evil laugh* Rave and Raze will have their revenge xd..the twins will pay! (I can't beleive I just typed this xd)

YES!! IT'S AN UPDATE!!! Finally, I found some inspiration xD!! Enjoy and thanks for the comments guys!

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“So how are we going to get them back?” Rave asked as she and Raze sat upon the rooftop relaxing in the morning sunshine.

“I don’t know,” Raze sighed in response. “But it has to be good. Something that’ll really get to them.”

“What do we know about them?” Rave questioned, as her mind began to wonder.

“Not much really,” was Raze’s response. “We should access the school’s files; see what we can find out.”

“But we can’t do that, Raze, its against the rules,” Rave replied. The two burst into fits of laughter at the thought of not doing something because it was against the rules. “Ok come on.”

The two climbed off the roof and headed towards their room which was on the fourth floor. Entering the room was like entering a tomb of darkness. The curtains were never opened, as the two preferred the night. Each wall was covered in posters of bands, particularly My Chemical Romance, Cinema Bizarre and H.I.M. and upon many of the surfaces there were candles, supplying a dark atmosphere to the room.

Rave immediately made her way over to her trusty laptop and started the machine up. It whirred to life and she opened up the school’s files, instantly hacking through the meagre security defences. She searched until she found “Kaulitz” and opened every file having to do with the twins.

“Wow, they’re really boring,” she replied after a few moments of reading.

“What have you found so far?” Raze asked, looking away from the posters of Frank Iero and Strify she’d been busy staring at.

“Bill was kicked out of school for getting high in the bathrooms and Tom was kicked out for having sex in a broom closet,” Rave scoffed. “Fancy getting caught like that, pants round your ankles...not a pretty sight.”

“What else?”

“Not much really. They’re pretty smart when they try, grade point average of 1.9 for both,” Rave replied, reading through the files. “oh here’s something, they’re room is on our floor.”

“Really?” Raze said, sliding off her bed and walking over to where Rave sat. “Fourth floor?”

“Yup, room 483,” Rave replied. “We’re room 468.”

“That’s dead close,” Raze said. “Hey...you thinking what I’m thinking?”

“that we can put those lock picking skills to good use and go cause mayhem?” Rave asked, grinning at her friend.

Raze nodded and leaped up, clapping her hands gleefully. The two quickly exited their room and made their way down the hallway. They passed a number of other students along the way who were also skipping class, but not the Kaulitz twins, who had fast become the only students to show up to each lesson every day.

“There it is,” Raze said, pointing out a mahogany door with the numbers 483 embossed in gold upon the front. Rave headed over and glanced at the lock, giving the hand an experimental turn. Locked tight.

“Ok Raze, hair pin,” Rave said, dropping to her knees before the lock and inserting the hairpin into the hole, shimmying it around slowly. Finally a small click resounded and the door slid open.

They stepped into the room and were surprised by the lack of colour or vibrancy. The walls were plain white and the sides were mostly bare apart from school books and papers. Make up was scattered haphazardly in one corner and there were a few shirts on the floor but apart from that, the room was spotless and plain.

“Ok…why haven’t they decorated it yet?” Raze asked, scrunching her nose in distaste.

“God knows, it looks bloody awful in here,” she responded. “Hey look, one of them plays guitar.”

She headed over to where a black guitar leant up against a wall. “Holy fuck…it’s an original Gibson.”

“You’re kidding me!” Raze exclaimed, dashing across the room to glance at the guitar; she had a soft spot for guitars, having found them incredibly sexy for as long as she could remember. Her fingers ghosted along the laminated wood, delicately dancing along the finely tuned strings, emitting a soft, barely there melody. “Who do you reckon plays this?”

“Tom, for sure,” Rave replied. “He’s got the hands for it.”

“And how would you know what his hands are like?” Raze asked, raising an eyebrow suggestively.

“He grabbed my wrist in the diner, and they were all calloused and hard,” Rave replied, shrugging. “Plus, can you imagine diva Bill playing this? He might break a nail!”

Raze giggled as Rave turned away, leaving Raze and the guitar alone. She headed over to the other side of the room where a huge closet stood. She opened it and gasped at the sheer volume of clothes in there. “This boy’s got style!”

“Which one?” Raze asked.

“Well obviously not Tom, he looks like he’s wearing a tent!” Rave replied. “Bill. Look at these clothes!”

She fingered the fabric, allowing smooth silk and soft cotton to mingle together beneath her fingertips. “you know, if he wasn’t such a dick…I could seriously like this guy.”

“Oh my, is my little Rave, the serial fucker, having a little crush?” Raze asked, grinning devilishly at her friend.

“Oh like you don’t dream about Tom,” Rave replied. “Mmm…Tom! Yes, yes!”

Raze blushed as Rave continued to impersonate the sounds she heard Raze mumble in her sleep.

“Ok that’s enough!” Raze cried. “Come on, what are we going to do to mess with them?”

“Um…basic pranks for now?” Rave suggested. “Come on, you shorten their bed sheets; I’m going to hide something in the closet.”

“What are you hiding?” Raze asked as she began to rig the bed sheets so that they wouldn’t move much further than a few inches up the bed.

“This sandwich I took from the diner,” Rave said, before pulling a sandwich wrapped in clingfilm out of her pocket.

“Ew, how long have you had that?” Raze asked.

“I took it last week, but I had that other bag on me, the one I left at work, so I forgot about it till I took the bag home last night,” Rave replied, tentatively pushing the mouldy sandwich out of the clingfilm and into the closet.

“That’s going to make his clothes stink,” Raze said, grinning mischievously.

“Oh well,” Rave shrugged. “His smell will resemble his attitude.”

“Ok, beds done; what else?” Raze asked, as she looked around the room.

“Hairspray, empty it,” Rave said as she grabbed a can of hairspray and began to spray it profusely, emptying the contents. “There’s another can there.”

Once done, the room smelt like a cheap salon so the two threw the window open. Outside, pigeons loitered on the windowsill. Rave grinned as she bounded across the room, back to the closet, grasping pieces of bread from the nasty sandwich left in there. She came back and put crumbs upon the windowsill, leading into the room.

The birds, noticing the crumbs, made their way into the room. When four birds had made it past the window sill, Raze closed the window, leaving it slightly agar; enough to let in air, not enough to let the birds out.

“Our work is done,” Rave said, winking at her friend before the two left the room, locking it once more behind them with the hair pin.

A while later, the two were loitering in the hallway, casually leaning against the huge picture windows which looked out across the school’s gardens. To anyone else it would appear as though they were relaxing…in actual fact, they were waiting for the twins’ return.

Down the hall, a familiar head of spikey black hair bobbed along followed by a set of dreadlocks…it was show time. From their vantage point, they were mostly invisible to the twins.

The twins headed over to their room and Tom unlocked the door, allowing Bill to step in first. A shriek soon followed his entrance followed by him running out of the room, squealing like a lunatic. The two giggled as Tom entered, only to come back out, ducking as a pigeon dive-bombed towards his head.

“Job well done,” Rave said, standing up and helping Raze up.

“Wait till they find the sandwich,” Raze grinned in response, before following Rave down the hallway.

Little did the two realize; the twins had spotted them and were watching their giddy retreat with venomous intensity.

They’d just declared war.

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^^i'm using that word too oftern now!

WOW!
that was srsly brilliant chlo..."but i do not dreamo f tom in reality...just so that we're clear on that.

^ Don't worry hun I know you don't...you dream of Bill/Strify/Frank mainly I can remove that part if you want though.

^^NEIN..i love it like it is!

I love it!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

This chapter's mostly filler so it's not that interesting but I hope you guys like it. Comment please! Thanks for all the previous comments! The next chapter should be much better.

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War was officially on as the following week, both girls returned to their room after their Friday evening shift at the diner to find it having been drastically made over. Everything was pink, bright, shocking pink. The walls were covered in posters of American boy bands particularly the Jonas Brothers as well as other Disney characters; Miley Cyrus, Zac Efron and the like. The playboy bunny motif had been spray painted in bright pink on every available surface particularly on some of the more spectacular posters around the room.

“Oh they will so pay for this,” Raze said as she ripped a Jonas Brothers poster off the wall.

And pay they did…

The next day, flying from the flagpole was a pair of silky, purple boxer shorts with Bill stitched into the waistband. The girls made it publicly known they belonged to Bill Kaulitz, the new kid.

The Kaulitz twins retaliated by breaking into the girls’ room once more and stealing their all their clothes, bar the shortest, sluttiest things both owned; matching thigh length, black mini dresses they’d worn to a Halloween/lingerie party once. That’d been an embarrassing day for both as they’d been unable to find their clothes until they mysteriously returned the next day.

Whilst Bill and Tom used the communal showers that week, Rave and Raze snuck in, though they showers weren’t co-ed, so being caught in there would be grounds for suspension. They quickly gathered all the clothed he boys had taken into the shower room with them as well as the two white, fluffy towels available and snuck out. It’d been quite hilarious to watch the two anxiously dart down the hallway naked as the day they were born…

…and yes, they were identical all over.

Of course, pictures of the two running through the halls starkers appeared on the internet the next day, much to the embarrassment of the twins, and the joy of the female population at Regensberg Academy.

This resulted in the two girls coming home to find their room covered in a heavy dusting of talcum powder with shaving cream in the most awful of places.

The smell of rank cheese as Bill walked past the two one day was almost enough to prevent them from pulling another prank on the twins…almost.

Sneaking into the twins’ room, the girls had spent at least an hour decorating the bare chests and faces of the twins with obscenities and the like in permanent marker. For the next few days, Tom wandered the halls with “cocksucker” written across his left cheek whilst Bill sported the words “Gay and Proud” along his forehead.

As the pranks became more and more outrageous, the students began to anticipate each morning, eager to see what the baddest girls in the school had done to the Kaulitz twins and vice versa. Mostly the school’s teachers and staff left the four alone, preferring to let them fight it out themselves…

…until they went too far.

“Two thousand crickets!” the school’s headmaster, Mr. Jost, cried out angrily as the four sat before him in his office. “I’ve got two thousand crickets roaming these hallways! It’s mass pandemonium and if the school board gets word of this or, worse, the health department, we will be shut down! What do you four have to say for yourselves?”

Rave and Raze shrugged, before glaring at the twins, daring them to squeal.

“Don’t think silence will get you out of this,” Jost sighed. “This war between you four has been occurring for over three months, we all know about the feud, and I know for a fact as the source of the crickets was the Kaulitz’ room, then you two must’ve put them there.”

He glared pointedly at Raze and Rave who held his gaze stoically.

“However, I know that Ms. Roth and Ms. Aura wouldn’t have placed the crickets within your room had you two not placed a cherry bomb in the bathrooms directly opposite their dorm room,” Jost said, rounding on the twins. “These pranks have gone on long enough; in fact, the four of you have been allowed to have free reign of these halls for too long. It’s time to do something about you lot.”

They looked on as he slid out of his chair and headed over to a bookshelf. “As you know, once a year we have a week where the education department comes to check up on us. Any other time of the year, you brats do whatever the hell you want, but for this one year, we ask co-operation.”

Rave and Raze nodded along. They’d been going through the motions with this school for so long it was like second nature but to the twins this was news.

“Every year we have a few presentations, to make it look like we’re actually doing shit here,” Jost continued. “Normally it’s the only students here who want to work that do the presentations…this year, you four are doing one…the biggest one.”

“No!” Rave groaned as Raze rolled her eyes. “Not the one of the Friday.”

“That’s right, the one that is about an hour long, and has something to do with German culture,” Jost agreed, smirking at them. “You four must work together on this. And no slacking. If this project isn’t done or if anyone slacks off you will be expelled.”

Raze shrugged her shoulders. Her and Rave had been almost expelled so many times it didn’t matter to them anymore.

“I’m serious on this,” Jost said as he watched the two shrug his punishment off. “If you don’t do this, I will expel you. If you get expelled you know the courts will send you to prison; do you honestly think prison will be as light and easy as it is at this school? You’re both so pretty you’ll end up as someone’s bitch by the end of the first day.”

“I don’t think you’re supposed to notice how attractive your students are,” Raze said.

“But, if we can use that attractiveness to our advantage for you,” Rave continued, biting her lip seductively, feeling her stomach turn at what she was proposing.

“Never,” Jost said adamantly. “Trust me, Ms Roth, the only way to save your sorry ass this time is to do some work.”

“Fine,” Rave scowled.

“So what’s this project on?” Raze asked.

“Ah…the Brothers Grimm and the tales they collected over the years,” Jost said, reading off a paper which was obviously the various titles for this year’s visitor’s week. “Including the original tales or folk lore and how they were modified over the years into the fairy tales now told as bed time stories to young children, rather than as tales of caution full of horror and darkness.”

Four pairs of eyes stared back at him blankly.

“Yes, that’s right,” Jost said, enjoying the looks of horror upon their faces. “You have 5 months to do this project. Oh and you’ll meet every Tuesday and Thursday from 2 till 6 in the English department, there will be a time in and time out sheet which a supervisor will come round at the beginning and end of each session to ensure it’s filled in appropriately.”

He dismissed the four, with one final warning that they must do the project together and properly…or else.

“Looks like we’re stuck working together,” Raze said, glaring at the twins.

“oh trust me, I’m looking forward to this just as much as you are,” Tom glared in response before turning on his heel and stalking away from the two, with Bill close on his heels.

“Just what we fucking needed,” Rave said, as she watched the two walk away.

wow i love those pranks.....hahaha i love the chapter girl!
love ya so much!

ah this chapter was really fulled of revenge so i loved it
im looking very forward for the 'working together' ahem... sorry i meant fighting together xD