The Prince of my Heart-

"The piano is my passion, when I play I show every possible emotion that I’m feeling at the time. As soon as my fingers start on a note I feel like I’m in my own little world, like I’m the only one in the room. I play for nobody’s benefit but my own and I can’t imagine anything else better that compares to feelings that I get when my fingers brush against the keys."

For Scarlett Delilah Grace Jones, otherwise known as Scarlett, the piano was her world, she loved nothing as much as the piano. That was until her prince charming came into her life, literally.

(sorry soooo bad at these things, but please read )


2. Chapter 2-

Chapter 2)

I quickly turn away from his gaze and pretend to be interested in my fingernails. Why do bad things always have to happen to me? Zackary is from London so why the hell is he here? I mean, he clearly had an English accent so what is he doing in Sydney?

“Well, well, well...Look who we have here.” I look up and see a smirking British boy looking at me.  Okay I’m just going to pretend as if I don’t know him. 

“I’m sorry, but do I know you?” I say pretending to look confused. He raises an eyebrow and crosses his arms, wearing the same annoying smirk on his face.

“I’m not an idiot. So don’t even try to pretend like you don’t remember me. Because let’s face it... It’s pretty hard to forget someone as sexy as me,” he says flexing.

“Well, I see you haven’t gotten any less arrogant,” I say rolling my eyes as I go back to picking my fingernails. I can feel his stare as if he was telling me that I had just admitted that I remember him. But you know what? I don’t give a crap.

“Yes I did just pretty much admit that I remembered you, so could you please go away and let me try and forget you?” I say irritated. I don’t know why I act like such a bitch to this guy, because I’m usually quite shy and polite . I might just be intimidated by his hotness and not want to let it show.

“Well that was rude,” he says, shaking his head at me.

“Oh, well I’m sorry I’m not miss sunshine,” I say sarcastically while rolling my eyes at him.

“Don’t you give yourself a headache from rolling your eyes so much?” he asks, smirking. Doesn’t this kid ever stop smirking?!

I just sigh.

 “Do you want to be slapped again? Because at this rate I will be happy to do it,” I say while looking down at my empty desk. I feel the presence that was in front of me leave. Well thank god that he has finally got the picture that I don’t want to talk to him.

I let out a sigh of relief only to be disappointed when he takes a seat next to me.

“Okay then, I guess you're not going to leave me alone are you?” I ask, slightly frustrated. He leans back on his chair and crosses his arms over his chest looking amused.

“Nope” he replies popping the "p". The rest of the lesson feels like it's going on for hours. The whole time I ignore Mr Arrogant and try to focus on what the teacher is saying.

As soon as the bell rings I bolt out of the classroom and go to my next class.

Before I know it, most of the day has already passed and it's finally lunchtime. Thank god it’s lunchtime, I think to myself, I’m starving. As I make my way to the cafeteria I see Jason and Cole running past me and into the nearest supply closet. Well, that means they are getting down and dirty. I sigh as I walk into the cafeteria and buy myself a chicken burger. I head towards the music room. I only go to the music room when Jason and Cole are “unavailable” for lunch; I would rather not sit by myself at lunch so I use my time doing something I actually like.

When I enter the music room I head straight to the piano. God, I missed this piano. I love the way it hides in the corner and how it doesn’t look like much but becomes everything as soon as my fingers brush against the keys. I sit down and start to play “skinny love” by Birdie; this is an amazing song. It sucks that I’m practically tone deaf. So I can’t sing along to it without ruining it.

As I sit there playing, I can’t help but bring my thoughts back to Zachery or Zack, as I will call him from now on. I don’t know why I act so differently around him. Maybe it’s because he is the only person who has ever heard me play apart from my parents.

“We have got stop meeting like this.” A voice comes from behind me. I gasp and swing around so fast that I almost knock him over.

“Zack? What are you doing in here?” I asked confused. Nobody besides me ever comes in here.

He runs a hand through his hair while saying: “I could ask you the same question. I was in here to get away from the crazy girls out there who seem to be like my own personal fan club.” He shudders and takes a seat next to me, which almost makes me fall off.

I stand up and take a seat on the ground in front of him, “Yeah well, you're new meat. And very attractive new meat so it’s not surprising that all the girls have got the goo-goo eyes for you,” I say while playing with the back of my earing which is something that I tend to do when I’m nervous.

“Not all the girls,” he says softly.

“What do you mean?” I ask.

“Not all the girls have got the goo-goo eyes for me. You seem to be disgusted by my very presence. Which is strange as you don’t even know me,” he says looking down while fiddling with his hands.

“I’m not disgusted by you; I’m just nervous around you. Probably because you’re the first person to ever hear me play,” I say shyly, voicing my thoughts from earlier.

 Zack gets up and sits down on the ground across from me.

“Really? Why’s that?” he asks, genuinely surprised.


“I-I guess it’s because this is the one thing that really shows who I am. It makes me feel alive. I am able to express all my feelings through playing just a few notes and I guess I’m too scared to show people who I really am,” I say quietly, with my voice breaking towards the end.

  I put my head down out of embarrassment while Zack considers this for a minute before leaning forward and tilting my head up so he is looking directly into my eyes.

“Never be afraid to show people who you really are because I can guarantee you that when people see the real you, you see the real them and nothing is more satisfying than having people around you for the right reasons and knowing the real you,” he says sincerely, like he’s been in the same situation before.

“Thank you,” I whisper. He smiles a genuine smile and it is the first time that I have ever seen him give a genuine smile. Not that I have known him for very long.

“You're welcome,” he whispers back. “Scarlett, I just want you to know that you can trust me. I want to be able to get to know you better and see the person that you really are,” he says while taking my hand in his.

I don’t know what’s going on. Just this morning he was making fun of me and wouldn’t wipe that stupid smirk off his face. Now he wants to get to know the real me and is holding my hand?

I suddenly feel the urge to push him away and forget everything that I just told him. I get up and start to walk away from him, towards the door. I look back to see him giving me a confused look. Zack gets up and says, “What’s wrong Scarlett?”

“I-I..” I stutter and can’t get the rest of the words out. I turn around and run out the door towards the girls' bathrooms.  I can’t get close to someone. Not again. I will only end up getting hurt. I don’t know what it is about Zach but something about him makes me feel... special.

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