"And now, for the most awaited rank..." Mr Clinton smiled, holding out the mic to create a sort of longing between the students who sat in front of him, "The head boy and head girl.."
"Maira Rose and Harry Styles!"
"Him?!" I shot my body towards the VERY undeserving head boy.
"Yeah darling, him." He mocked me, striding proudly towards the stage as if he had won an oscar.
Which quite fits, since I do want to punch him right now.
"Oooh.." Louis widened his eyes at me, smirking, "Shit's about to blow."
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Between the race to top every exam, win every game, win everyone over and making sure the other loses, Maira and Harry didn't expect their mocking glares and hateful words to turn into butterflies and stolen glances.
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Goddamit Styles! | h.s.
RomanceThe academic rival to lovers high school fic, filled with middle fingers, almost kisses, death glares and a lot of banter. Also, da boys, louis liam niall zayn da boys. Strong language. Read at your own risk.
