A/N: First few chapters, I want you guys to get a bit of an insight into what you will be like in this story. I've made the mistake of introducing your love interest far too early without actually explaining the background details. I will try to do better on this story and hope you guys like it. As always, feedback is always welcome. Happy reading!

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The frustration in (Y/N) lead her to many irrational decisions. The implications of coming from a rich family also came with it's own set of consequences.

 As she strolled across the streets, she came across a wanted poster, stuck on just about every wall on this particular street. She ripped it off, examining the face that the police were after. 

The fugitive was a 5'8" brunette, shoulder-length hair, divided evenly in the middle. It was tied into a low bun. He had a dark, yet clean stubble across his cheeks and lips, almost like the structure of a connecting beard. His frame was rather small, yet you could see the muscles as he was wearing a white tank top.

"Caleb Johnson, 17, wanted for... shoplifting and vandalism. What the fuck?" (Y/N) mumbled to herself. 

She studied what she could from the poster and made her way straight home. It wasn't any time soon that she would have to leave and be transferred elsewhere, given her dad's arrest.

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(Y/N) spent hours contouring her face. After many failed attempts, she managed to accentuate her jawline and cheekbones to match the face on the wanted poster. After she'd finished with the face, she took herself to her mirror, admiring her work. The facial hair, contouring, mimicking the features as best as she could.

She froze, not believing this was her work. This new person she recreated from the poster.

"Wow..." she gasped, talking to herself. "(Y/N)... who are you?"

She raided her father's closet, frantically searching for clothes which would make her more believable. What (Y/N) was about to do was not only impulsive... but also unimaginable. Who would want to mimic someone from a wanted poster... AND voluntarily end up in juvie?

She proceeded to snag some of his clothes as well as a pocket knife he'd usually keep. One would think it was for the sake of his own safety. Although it was, he should've concealed the weapon better.

For her, coming from a rich family, being in juvie was better than being told what to do. Not to mention having your entire life planned out for you.

While a part of her was getting a kick due to the adrenaline, another part of her was scared. Scared of what the world was like. The real world. Scared of what juvie would be like... and what kind of people go to juvie. For her, this was the biggest risk she was set out to take.

"Alright (Y/N)... let's dance." she prompted herself, finally leaving her home. 

She took one last look at her place, setting herself out for the streets. She didn't have the strongest survival or street smart skills at this stage. But this was something that could help her get better.

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(Y/N) passed a few familiar shops. Small business owners who are just trying to make a living. She'd noticed police cars in the distance, stopping vehicles and checking licences. 

When she passed the jewellery store, being the next shop ahead down the road, that's when it was time to execute her plan. She kicked the door open, staunching up to the business owner.

"Give--me... all your... GOLD!" she demanded, clearing her throat to deepen her voice.

This was a lot more difficult than she'd imagined. The employees looked at her dumbfounded. Until (Y/N) pulled out the same pocket knife she'd snagged from her father's closet. That's when the screaming started.

The employee's hands were up as they were afraid for their lives. Jewellery was put on the table as well as the cash customers had paid for. These notes were wrapped around elastic bands while the jewellery was taken off display.

(Y/N) stepped forward and continued to do so until she felt a piece of metal wrapped around her wrist. She was spun into a semi-circle to face a man in his uniform.

"Just the person we've been looking for. Let's go, Johnson." 

The cop dragged her out of the shop and into the car, taking her to just the place she'd initially assumed she was going to be taken to.

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"Fine, let go of me you asshole!" she growled, deepening her voice.

Upon being arrested, it was time for (Y/N)'s mugshots. She was dragged over the booth, forced to stand under the light. 

"Quit smiling, Johnson! You've just been arrested, not at some modeling photoshoot" the cop spat. 

The smile on her face was quickly wiped off. This wasn't how she'd imagined juvie! She faced the camera with a neutral expression, vigorously blinking after the flash was let off. Once finished, she'd passed a boy, just about her height - if not, taller. 

Her eyes tried to adjust to the light again after the flash pretty much knocked her out. She was sent to the rooms where the rest of the boys were. It was rather an uneasy feeling. From working in her father's firm to sharing a cell with boys. 

"I thought I get my own room" she whined, urging to be moved else where.

"This is juvie, not a hotel. Your clothes are folded on the bed over there." another cop instructed, demanding she get changed into them.

As she was headed to retrieve those folded clothes, a group of boys approached her, laughing at the interaction she'd had with the cop earlier. They'd overheard everything she'd said.

"What's wrong princess? Can't bribe the officers into having your own room?" a boy snickered.

She snapped. This reminded her of a tactic that rich people would use to get their own way. Sure, it wasn't a bad idea. And she would've loved to throw it back in his face. (Y/N) turned away from him, headed over to the bathrooms, only to find out they were shared. 

This meant changing in front of boys. 

"Oh no, what have I done?" she gasped.