TRIGGER WARNING: 'A girl sits in the back of class, taking notes, her hair is messy, so is her hand writing, head down, hiding from those who know her name, whiles a boy sits in the front with his head high, as everyone laughs at his jokes. But this isn't a love story. Not even close. See,they aren't strangers, however they act as they are, he knows her name but he also knows she will never be enough for him, no matter how much he wants her to be. Caught off guard she notices his presence revive her when he pulls her chair back and slides his hard, masculine hand over the top of hers. He whispers, "It's Leivin," before resting on a chair he dragged towards her... THIS STORY CONTAINS: Smut, Sexual abuse, muderings/ homocides, Abuse, SelfHarm.