Tom Kaulitz transferred in on a scholarship halfway through the season, and I only knew that because my dad mentioned it once over dinner like it was the most important thing in the world; I didn’t go to practices, didn’t sit in the stands, didn’t get involved with the team at all—that was his world, not mine—so I had no reason to care about some new player everyone else suddenly couldn’t stop talking about, but a few days later I ended up walking past the field on my way home and caught a glimpse of someone I didn’t recognize, moving like he’d been there all along, easy and confident, and even though I looked away before he could notice me, something about him stuck in my head longer than it should have.