My Evil Boy Toy

They call me a flirt, a slut and a whore. Why did they call me that? Because I have one rule. One boyfriend every week. No more, no less.

I changed boyfriend as often as I change clothes. I have never been serious in any relationship. Why? Because I don't believe in love.

I grew up from a wealthy family. Everyone knew I am the daughter of Benjamin and Amanda Miller. One of the richest family in the country. But not known to everyone, I am a Princess. Yes. A real life princess.

My mother is the only daughter of the King of Flousia, a small country north east of Japan. My grandfather, the King, is against my parents marriage so he exiled his only daughter and stripped off her title.

My mother died when I was born then my father left me alone in a mansion. Although I was taken care of by servants, it's different if you grew up with a parent. Every week, I'll receive an allowance from him for my personal expenses. His staff will visit me on some special occasions and bring gifts but he was never present.

Thus my rebel life begins. To get my father's attention, I did everything out of ordinary. Cheating during exams, arguing with my teachers, bullying students and flirting with boys every week. Every time the principal sent an invitation to him to visit the school for my counselling, he never came. He never cared. He'll send his secretary and will just bribe them with huge donation.

I was transferred to Golden Oak School for the Elites when I entered high school. The classes were divided in four.

The Platinum Class is where the richest kids all over the world are. The Golden Class is for the famous celebrities and personalities. The Silver Class is where the kid's parents works under the Platinum and Golden Class. And the Bronze Class, for kids who were accepted through sponsorship or scholarship.

And so I belong to the Platinum Class. I don't pay too much attention in class. Never interact with my classmates. Don't have time to have friends.

After a week of studying, I got bored. I wanted to drop out from school and tried to run away from my father but I got caught. He hired several people to guard me and even enrolled 4 of them in my class. I was pissed with my father so I started having a boyfriend at the age of 11. I set a one week limit for each boy I've dated. Don't care if they get mad at me or if they tell something bad behind my back.

Months past, a pretty girl was transferred in our class. She was like an angel but a dark angel to be exact. Her eyes doesn't have any emotions. She was distant and never talked to anyone. She was called the Ice Princess because unlike me, she never accepted all the boys who confessed to her. When I looked at her, I saw myself.

She's like me. Rich, pretty and smart. But there's something missing in both of us.

One of my classmates suddenly approached me during lunch time. I was at the school's cafeteria when the Ice Princess walked in. Again, she was alone. Every time she appears, everyone is amazed at her beauty. I didn't notice that I was also staring at her.

"Are you a lesbian?" She asked.

I frowned. "What?"

Then she laughed. "Because you're always looking at her. You know, the Ice Princess. She's really pretty right? But she looks broken."

So I'm not the only one who noticed it. "I'm not into girls. But yeah she's pretty and different."

"By the way, my name's Emily. What's yours?" She asked.

"Margaret." I replied. I didn't bother to ask any other details about her but she keeps on talking.

"Margaret is too long. I'll call you Peggy from now on." This girl is weird. I thought to myself.

"Would you like to talk to her?" I was surprised. I haven't been able to answer her when she suddenly stood up, hold my arms and pulled me at the table where the Ice Princess is.

She looked at us. Again, her glare is so cold. What's with her eyes? Her silver hair and silver eyes compliments her cold aura. She's like the real Ice Princess.

Emily didn't even ask and sat in front of her.

"Hi! My name's Emily. And this is Peggy. You're Alora Smith right?"

"Yeah." She answered. Then continued eating her lunch. We stayed at the table and ate. She didn't say a word and never told us to get lost.

And just like that, we became friends.

Now, fast forward. The story is not about her, it's about me. But she's the reason I'm into this hell hole.

So here goes...

"Dr. Richards, this is Alora my fiance. We've been searching for you. You already know why right?" Luke asked.

"It's you. I'm glad you're okay. I already know why you're looking for me. My son told me about it." The doctor replied happily. But he said son. I frowned.

"I thought you only have a daughter?" I asked.

"He's just in disguise so no one can recognize him and can live a normal life as a high school student." He sighed.

I sit beside the guy and stared at him. "He really looks like a girl. Are you sure he's not?" Damn! He's cute.

"I'm a guy. I can prove it to you if you like." He answered back at me then smiled naughtily. I felt my heart skipped a beat. His golden hair is quite long. I noticed his eyes is like Alora's. It's silver. His eyelashes are long and his lips is pink like a girl's.

"If you look at me like that, I might assume you're interested in me." He smirked.

"What if I am? Would you like to be my boyfriend for a week?"