The Prickled Heart

If there is one girl any guy in Westerfield High is afraid of, it's Jesy McKinnley. Forget the fact that she may as well be the hottest chick in campus, she's off limits; and not in the way that you might think.

When the resident school magazine is one scoop away from completion (a.k.a. 'The Hottest Scoop of The Year') it's up to the not-so-awesome Rhys Miller to save the day with the hottest topic the editor-in-chief could come up with. Unluckily for him, it just had to be Jesy.

Rated [Yellow] for future scenes.


5. An Audience With The Queen




Rhys woke fairly early the following day. He took an extra effort on taming his hair and picked some his more 'nicer' clothes. This consisted of a denim button up, white shirt and some jeans.

Laura Miller, noticing the change in her son's appearance, looked at him with a raised eyebrow.

"Going somewhere after school?" she as he picked up a green apple from the fruit basket. Rhys nodded.

"Yeah, I have this project I have to do in downtown," he said before taking a bite off.

Laura hummed as she mixed a bowl of cupcake batter. "And might this project of yours include a certain girl?"

Rhys stopped mid-chew. "You read it," it was a statement, not a question.

Laura smirked at her son, looking smug. "How could I not? When a girl as beautiful as Jesy sending you a paper crane note, I was bound to get suspicious." Rhys shook his head in disbelief at his mother's nosiness. "So... is it a date?"

Rhys for the second time in his mother's presence, choked on his apple.


"Well, she's asking you to pick her up from work. I think it was safe for me to assume that the two of you-"

"Wait a minute," Rhys said, cutting her off. "Picking her up from work? She works in the downtown pet shop?"

The cactus Queen has a job in Miss Maggie's Magical Pet Emporium?

Exactly when will the girl stop surprising him?

Laura looked at her son with a confused expression. "Well yes. I really thought you knew..."

Rhys only shook his head.


This blog has been rated as CONFIDENTIAL.


9/14/ 2010


Today I have an audience with the Queen.

Christoff could not believe his ears when I told him of Jesy's supposed late night visit. I think the man had finally gone bonkers.

On another note, the school bell had finally rang. I am in my car writing this blog post now. Christoff wanted to meet up with me before I go and meet the Queen.

I really wish I could get that interview already.

The Royal Pain is really getting on my nerves with her obvious jabs.






Chris tapped on the car window loudly. Rhys unlocked the door.

"Stop tapping on the window, why don't you? My mother's going to kill me if you leave a scratch on it," was his way of greeting.

"She won't notice a tiny scratch, mate," Chris said as he climbed in.

"She'll notice a large crack though," Rhys retorted. "At the rate you're going at, you'll be breaking that window in no time."

"Stop being a sour puss, Rhys. It doesn't suit you." Rhys glared at his friend.

"I am not being a sour puss."

"Whatever," Chris said, not believing him.

"What do you want to give me, anyways? You almost got me in trouble with Mr. Jensen earlier," Rhys said, referring to the school's resident Physics teacher. Chris unzipped his bag.

"I've got this new software I want you to try out," he said as he pulled out a USB stick. Chris tossed it to his friend's lap. "I figured it can help you with your pursuit."

Contrary to what everyone believed, Christoff Oakley was a computer genius. Rhys knew that if his friend only put his mind to it, he could easily surpass Bill Gates.

"What is it?" Rhys asked as he studied the USB stick.

"It's like a transmitter," Chris started explaining. "It's linked to the town's public records. Properties, Contracts, Certificates..."

Rhys dropped the thing like it was burning.

"I am not hacking into anything," he hissed  as he tossed the thing back to Chris. Chris shrugged.

"Suit yourself. But if you do change your mind..." he placed the stick on the dashboard. Rhys sighed, knowing his friend would not stop pestering him if he tried to give the thing back.

"I'm not going to use the thing, Chris," he said as his friend made a move to climb out of the vehicle. Chris turned back to him slightly and said, "You don't know that though," before leaving.

Rhys glanced at the digital clock installed in the car, inwardly cursing Chris when he noticed that it was already 4:35.



Jesy McKinnley loved her job, if anyone was to ask. The pay, although barely gave her enough to save for her college funds, was still high for someone with no degree or background experience. She also loved the animals that always seem to come and go at the Pet Emporium. And Miss Maggie, being the nice woman and boss she was, was also an added bonus.

Every day at three in the afternoon, excluding Saturdays and Sundays, Jesy would go straight to the shop from school to start her shift. She would assist children, couples and even some adults who were looking for their own familiars. She would then hand them over to Genevieve, another shop assistant, who mans the cashier. This would go on until seven pm which was the normal closing time. Today, however, Jesy had asked if she could take half of her shift off to do some project for school. It wasn't exactly a lie. Miss Maggie was nice enough to let her.

Rhys Miller arrived at exactly 5:15. Jesy, who had packed up at 5:00 sharp was waiting for him at the store's front.

"You're late," she said in a monotonous voice as she pushed past him and walked down the sidewalk. Rhys, taking it as a cue, followed her.

"I got held up," was his explanation.

"Have you ever been to Marrietta's?" she asked, ignoring his answer. Rhys shook his head.


"It's only a minute walk from here."

"We could just take my car." Rhys really didn't mind the walk. He just wanted to clear the awkward silence between them.

"Technically, it's your mother's," Jesy retorted. "And you don't know the way, so stop talking."

That had shut him up.




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