My Evil Boy Toy

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

I changed my boyfriend like I was just changing my clothes. I have never been serious in any relationship. Because I don't believe in love.

I grew up from a wealthy family. Everyone knew me as the daughter of Benjamin and Catherine Miller, one of the richest families 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, wass 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 instead, and will just bribe them with a huge donation.

When I entered high school, I was transferred to Golden Oak School for the Elites where the classes were divided into four.

The Platinum Class, where the richest kids all over the world are. The Golden Class, for the famous celebrities and personalities. The Silver Class is where the kid's parents work 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 didn't pay too much attention in class, and never interacted with my classmates. Didn'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 and set a one week limit for each boy I've dated. I didn't care if they got mad at me or if they said something bad behind my back.

Months past, a pretty girl was transferred to our class. She was like an angel but a dark angel to be exact. Her eyes didn'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 was 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 appeared, everyone was 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 talked a lot.

Emily was pretty with her long slender legs, black hair and a pair of black eyes, she looked like a model. She was half Russian and half Japanese.

"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 wasn't able to answer her when she suddenly stood up, held my arms and pulled me to the table where the Ice Princess was.

She looked at us. Again, her glare is so cold. What's with her eyes? Her silver hair and silver eyes complimented 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 didn't bother to avoid us either.

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...

It was the last year of our senior year in Golden Oak, and a few days ago, Alora confessed that she's sick. Not some rare disease or whatever. She has a mental disorder because of a traumatic incident she and her fiance experienced when they were kids.

Alora's emotions and memories were somehow sealed, forgotten or erased. She couldn't feel anything towards someone and that was one of the reasons for her cold eyes.

As her friend, I wanted to help her badly so we did some Detective Conan stuff to look for her long lost psychiatrist who possibly knew the reason why she has dissociative identity disorder.

And now that we found him, we're in Alora's room listening to the old man's chitchat.

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

"Oh 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. 

I frowned when he said son. We were informed that the doctor has a daughter and not a son.

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

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

I looked and sat beside the doctor's son and stared at him. "He really looks like a girl. Are you sure he's not?" I asked again. 

But damn! He's cute. I thought to myself. He was still wearing a girl's uniform on the day we met.

"I'm a guy. I can prove it to you if you like." The guy answered back at me instead then smiled naughtily. 

I felt my heart skip a beat. His golden hair is quite long and I noticed his eyes were like Alora's. They were silver. His eyelashes were long and his lips were 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?"