In which a quiet girl trying to get through her last year of high school by avoiding all conflict in her school and sitting in the back. She didn't expect a new math teacher who also became her new volleyball coach which made her plans to have a chill last year into chaos. #1 in Fanfiction

❝Heavy is the head that wears the crown.❞ - Shakespeare, Henry IV [WARNING: This story contains explicit content such as sexual content, graphic violence and profanity. Read at your own risk] Winner of: | Mature Harry Styles Fanfiction (1st Place): The Kiwi Styles Awards 2018 | | Best Diverse Fanfiction (Winner): The Fanfiction Awards 2018 Best Harry Styles Fanfiction (Runner Up) Best Overall (Runner Up)| Cover Credits: @styleslight All Rights Reserved to macklemcvey, 2017. ©

I shut my eyes close as if by doing this, I would magically disappear from his sight, but I was wrong, I could feel his steps slow yet alarming as he inch closer to me. "I'm sorry I followed you, I swear I didn't hear anything, please." I sobbed hurriedly. He laughs, hard and my eyes snaps open to glare at him, Xander Adonis laughing, I must be dreaming, "who the hell are you?" He suddenly questions. I felt a tinge of sadness linger inside me for a milli second, the fact that we've attended same school since kindergarten and that he has always been in my class yet he can't even recognise me, killed every hope in me. "I'm-I'm." "Mari," a familiar voice called behind me and I'm quick to avert my gaze towards the voice only to be shocked to death. "Xander? There-there are two of you." "No, three actually." another voice utter behind Xander, i squint my eyes to get a better view of the person, only to see another guy that looks exactly like Xander with glasses strapped around his eyes, before another could speak I loose my balance letting my body fall limply to the floor, but I never got to hit the floor, someone held unto me. "Xander?" "I told you to stay away!" He grits out, I was about talking when something bangs my head. "Why the hell did you do that." "You're welcome ugly face." "We look the same." "Well too bad." I could hear faint voices argue as light gave up on me. Confusing description inside. WARNING: assualts, bully. Not a mafia story!!!!!

Harry Edward Styles. Room 402 at Eastwood Mental Asylum. Known for turning his victims psychotic. To be handled with extreme precaution.