You were sitting at your desk, doodling on your paper as your teacher, Mr. Kaulitz, stood in front of the class, explaining math and what not.

A tattooed hand was placed down on your notebook. "Focus." Tom said to you, his dark eyes meeting yours.

He looked at your doodles with a sigh. "Looks like you didn't do your work. So why don't you do it after class with me. So i can keep my eye on you." Tom spoke as he walked away, continuing with his lecture.