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.


10. The Ingenuity of A Jester



Rhys slammed the brakes of his mother's car, narrowly missing the tabby cat sitting in the middle of the road.

"Geez, man, are you really trying to kill us or something?" Chris jokingly asked as he clutched the assist handle.

"Sorry," Rhys mumbled distractedly as he started up the car again. From behind them, another car honked at them to hurry up.

"You know, I didn't think I'd literally be risking my life just because I'm craving for some pancakes at three p.m.," Chris commented as they rounded a corner. "I mean, is it a crime to eat breakfast stuff in the afternoon?" 

Chris worriedly turned to watch his friend who did not dare to reply.

"Alright, what's up with you?" he questioned just as the Pancake Place came up to sight.

 "Rhys..." Chris trailed off in a low voice when no response came. He repeated the process two more times before shouting, "Rhys!"

"Huh, what?" the distracted teen turned to look at his friend, skidding the vehicle to a stop in front of the breakfast joint.

"Are you okay, man? What the heck is happening to you?"

"Nothing, I just need sleep, that's all."

"Well, the next time you're planning on getting yourself into eternal sleep, please warn me so I won't join you," Chris stated as he opened the door to his side. Rhys did the same, killing the car engine as he did.

"Sorry, man. I kind of stayed up all night to finish a chapter of my book," Rhys said as the two walked towards the entrance.

"How's that going, by the way. Do you have any news from Langley?" Rhys shook his head, pushing the door open. "All I know is that I have a meeting on Saturday with some publisher. I have no idea who it is though," he admitted.

"Well, I hope for your sake it's someone from a publication well-known enough so Yana won't have a hold on them. Quite frankly, that girl is a total pain in one's arse."

"Looks like we agree on something for once," Rhys wryly said then turned to the nearby waitress. "Booth for two, please," he said before giving her a smile.

"Right this way, sirs," the perky brunette said as she directed them to an empty booth.

"You know," Chris started as they took their seats. "I always found this place stuffy for my taste." He inconspicuously looks around. 

"You always say that about restaurants with door hosts," Rhys pointed out. "They're just trying to give their customers that welcome-y vibe. And besides, the waffles here are great."

"And here I thought you were only obsessed with Italian food," Chris mockingly said. Rhys rolled his eyes. He had been doing that a lot lately.

"I'm not obsessed, Chris. I'm just embracing my roots."

Yeah, you're quarter Italian roots," the other pointed out.

"Whatever, mate. What are you getting?" he asked, referring to the menus they were given.

"Probably the same thing I order when we go here. One blueberry pancakes stack and triple chocolate milkshake,"

"Hmm, alright." Rhys gestures for the waitress.

"Hello, what are you having today?" the same brunette said as she brought out a  notepad from her apron pocket.

"One blueberry pancake stack for my friend here, three pieces of raspberry waffles for me, and two triple chocolate milkshakes," Rhys stated.

"Will that be all, sir?" the waitress asked as she finished jotted everything down.

"Well, I'd like to have your number if that's possible," Chris cheekily piped up before Rhys could say anything. The latter once again rolled his eyes just as the brunette blushed and hurriedly looked away from him.

"Yes, that will be all." Rhys politely said with a smile. The waitress hurriedly excused herself at the dismissal. Rhys turned to Chris who was stifling his laughter.

"Really, man?" Rhys asked in a deadpan tone.

"What? She's cute."

"You think everything with a pair of melons and a skirt is cute."

"Well, what can I say? I'm a dude, I have needs that need fulfilling."

"If by 'needs' you meant spending the entire day on your computer watching soaked girls dancing around in their underwear then you seriously need a life."

"That was one time, Rhys. Forget it already!" Chris said hiding his face in his hands.

"I will if you finally stop pestering me about the Jesy-Yana thing," he bargained.

"Swear on the mighty sword of Turmac?" Chris asked, referring to his favourite video game character. Rhys grimaced.

"Oh, how I hate that name. Where did they even get that from? A cigarette box?" he could not help but comment.

"None shall mock the name of the Almighty Underling King!" Chris screeched in a voice that eerily sounded like Yana's. The other patrons of the restaurant turned to glare at him.

Rhys rolled his eyes again. Chris was such a child at times.

"Alright, I swear on the mighty sword of the Great Turmac and all of his reign," Rhys conceded, trying his best to keep the sarcasm from his tone. It looked like he succeeded when Chris, satisfied with his friend's answer, grinned.

"Alright, Miller. You've got yourself a deal."



"What are you even looking for?" Rhys asked as Chris scavenged the dashboard of his mother's car.

"I'm looking for the receipt from Pancake Place," his friend answered.

"May I ask why?" They were now in front of Chris's house. Presumably going to play some Space Wars game that Chris had been bragging about since it was released. Apparently, he was the first one in line.

"Just... looking... aha!" Chris triumphantly brought up the piece of paper for his friend to see.

"What am I supposed to be looking at exactly?" Chris grinned and turned the paper over. Rhys's eyes widened in surprise.

"No way, man."

"I knew I saw something written there," Chris smugly said.

It was slightly smudged, Rhys noticed, but the writing was unmistakable.




And the Lady Gryffon's arrow beseech.

The Underling Realm is in trouble. I think I could use your aid.

Call me whenever :) 07xxx xxxxxx



"That just doesn't happen, man. That really just does not happen."

"Quite frankly, man, it just did. Looks like I'm one step closer to getting my girl."

"Whoa, just... whoa."




"I'm home!" Rhys announced as he shut the front door.

"Rhys, dear, is  that you?" he heard the muffled voice from the kitchen. Rhys went towards it.

"Yeah, mum. Chris has a date in an hour so-" Rhys pauses by the kitchen doorway when he sees the young woman sitting by the counter with his mother. "Uh, hi Jesy," he awkwardly greeted. 

"Hello," was her willowy reply. Rhys bit the insides of his cheeks and looked away from her.

"Did I hear you right, son?" His mother, ever the savior of awkward silences, asked. "You said Chris, as in Christoff, has a date?"

Rhys grinned completely forgetting about the other presence in the room. It seems that he wasn't the only one who found it unnatural that Chris has a date with someone. Even Chris’s parents were shocked when he told them he was going to hang out with someone that wasn’t Rhys. Rhys witnessed Tom, Chris’s father, cry for the first time. Apparently, they were afraid that their son will become an old hermit living in their basement for the rest of his life.

”Yeah, mum. Apparently, he found a girl with the same range of strangeness he has. They even play the same video games from what I gathered."

"Strange as it is, I'm happy for the boy. It looks like he's finally growing up. What about you, Rhys? Do you have any girls in mind at the moment?"

Strangely enough, Rhys found it hard not to look in Jesy's direction when he said,

"No, not really."

Laura gave him a knowing look which he pretended not to see.




This blog has been rated a CONFIDENTIAL.


9/18/ 2010



It looks like Chris finally managed to ensnare some girl into his trap.

She looks pretty cool though, if not shy.

But judging from her reply to Chris's attempt of flirtation, I think she won't be- shy, that is- for long.

On another note, I think I just sprained my arm. I really hope not.

My mother is going to freak when she finds out I fell halfway down the stairs.

What can I say? It was dark and I was hungry.

It was a wonder she didn't even wake up from all the ruckus- specifically glass shattering and incessant swearing-  I made.










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