The Pretty Rich Girl's Boyfriend

𖡼 Punk Boy x Rich Girl 𖡼

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"Listen, Blondie, you're not even my type," He turns and walks closer to me and I feel my back hit a wall. He puts his hands on either side of my head, towering over me.

"And you're not mine but my parents have pulled my last straw. I'm done being their 'perfect' doll that is just used as a pretty face on a magazine," I tilt my chin up to show him that he wasn't going to make me crumble, he watches me with amusement.

His deep brown eyes roam my face and body, looking for any faults, any sign that I was doubting myself.

He then shakes his head as he chuckles, his dark hair falling into his eyes. "you're stubborn, it's... admirable. But what do I get out of this?"

"What? A cute girl like me becoming your fake girlfriend isn't enough for you, Brooks?" I mockingly pout.

"Cute but no." he hums.

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Peyton Winchell is fed up. Fed up with her parent's facade that their family is so perfect, fed up with her mother using her as a pretty face to get her more business partners for her growing fashion line, fed up with her father acting like she doesn't even exist and only ever acknowledges her when she messes up, and fed up with them acting like they actually care about her.

Her, as in their very own creation, their daughter. Not a toy to be used to their advantage or to only be noticed when she puts a bad image to their name.

And that's only the surface of how deeply she despises her parents. Oh no, there is trauma included; trauma that messes with how she sees love.

So what happens when in an act to spite her parents, she makes a deal with a band musician that loves punk music, tattoos, piercings, and stirring up trouble?

When this boy just so happens to stir up feelings in her she thought were dead?