Okay, this is a Zevie story! I'm sorry I've been gone for awhile, but I'm back for another story, and I'm out of school on Wednesday so I can update more than one at once! So, the point to this story, being influenced by Geography/Romeo and Juliet in English and how other countries have arranged marriages (sorry if this offends anyone), is obviously is about Stevie and Zander being forced into marriage, hating each other. It's AU and the rest of Gravity 5 is just in here as friends not band members. This is only the prologue. Enjoy!

STEVIE'S POV

I can't believe this is happening.

The stranger that I am set to marry is said to be a complete jerk.

A total player and conceited. Not only a little conceited, but so conceited that the only thing he does all day is sit in front of a mirror.

Did I mention he was the prince?

Well, he is. Which explains why he is conceited and doesn't need to get off his butt to work like all the normal sweet guys.

Some say I'm lucky because he is rich and so will I.

But honestly, I just want to be married to a nice, kind middle class man that genuinely cares. No offense, but in this place, the only nice people are the poorer.

Unfortunately, my father is rich, therefore I must marry the rich, or it would be "disgracing."

I've met the guy once and came to the conclusion that all the rumors about him were not actually rumors. Including the one that says that he's hot. Because he is. At least my father picked a beauty as my future husband.

Yuck.

Future husband. All I want to do when I think about this is bend over and puke.

Now, me, I like to stick my ground, and usually, it works. Especially on my father. This time... not so much. The first time he doesn't give his baby girl what she wants happens to be the time when she wants it most. So I am at my doom. Plagued to spend the rest of my life with a man I hate. The wedding is in a week, and so far I have to be forced to anything concerning it.

Stevie look at this. Stevie do you like this? Come here and choose this, Stevie. What do you want, Stevie?

What do I want?

I want to be single for the next four years of my life. You know, until I'm twenty. That's right, married at sixteen. Wow, I hate my life! Being rich might have it's benefits, but it also has its own scheme of life-torturing drama and happenings.

Well, back to love-himself boy. His name is Zander, and he is twenty-one.

Rich son marrying old. That's a new one. Sometimes I wonder if this whole marriage wasn't planned from the day of my birth. It seems like my parents always had me go to their home for lovely teas with Zander's younger sister, Amber.

Amber was my best friend. Talk about a best friend's brother. What does Amber think about this?

Well, she's just perfect! She's excited about her soon-to-be-official-sister, and her marriage to her brother. She doesn't think it's awkward. She thinks it's the best thing in the world!

Well, I certainly don't...

ZANDER'S POV

I can't believe this is happening!

The girl I am set to marry happens to be an over-exaggerating bitch!

I've met her like once which is weird considering she's practically my sister's sister. Making her my sister.

Awkward!

She also is known to be a complete jerk.

She fights about anything and everything, and by the way it sounds, she hates my guts.

So what if I like looking my best. That doesn't mean I'm inconsiderate or mean.

I, in fact, love girls. Another thing is that some people say I love them too much. Let's just say I like to view my options. She was definitely never on my 'list.'

Her name is Stevie, and she's sixteen.

Sixteen! Practically a baby compared to me; a twenty-one-year-old! It's obviously not that big of a difference, but the point is that she doesn't act like a mature sixteen-year-old. Definitely not one ready for marriage.

According to her mom, she refuses to have anything to do with the planning of this wedding.

Every little thing she's asked about, she snaps out an answer, and probably not even a little bit concerned to what she agreed to.

So, both of us being rich very possibly has a big part in this whole wedding, but what can I say? Being rich has it's ups and downs. Ups being, well rich, and downs being, this. Being forced into a wedding at a certain age and having to have the person you are marrying rich or royal, too. She's not as high up in the hierarchy as me, but she's pretty close. She is the daughter of our neighboring town's 'president.' Like I said, they go by almighty names just to sound fancy. My town has a king; her town has a president. So we're pretty even other than the fact that most people think of a king as more of an important person than a president.

I mean, king or president? Most little kids claim king before they president! It's just human nature.

Let's not forget about Amber now.

Amber is my sister. She's also sixteen, and Stevie is her favorite person in this world.

Now, most sisters would tell their older brother to stay away from their best friend so that he doesn't hurt her.

Nope.

Amber is helping with half of the arrangements just to get this thing over with! She's probably the most excited person on this planet right now.

Well, I am not.

And I highly doubt Stevie is either...

The prologue is done! Hope you enjoyed the first chapter and have a great week!