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.


17. The Queen's Beagle



Jesy felt the corner of her lips tug upwards as she reported for work that afternoon. It was Wednesday now and Rhys had told her he would be staying a little later at school because he had a meeting for a club that his best friend forced him to join. When she asked him how he would get home, she was his ride, after all, he told her that he could just get a ride with one of the other members he would be with.

Christoff, or simply Chris as he wanted to be called, officially joined their table, albeit reluctantly, earlier at lunch. Apparently, the lad had tried hiding himself during lunch which resulted to a 'goose chase' between Rhys and him which ended when Rhys finally found him in one of the stalls of the male's restrooms. Jesy had wanted to laugh ag how similar the two friends were.

Daniel had immediately started "play flirt" -as he liked to call it- the moment Chris sat down with Rhys at the table. Chris had been uncomfortable at first, but once he had gotten over the initial shock that the Royal Court was talking to him and he was sitting at the table, he had turned back to his usual jester self.

Rhys had immediately thanked her right after the group started to part ways, needing to get ready for their next class. Jesy had only smiled at him, saying it was not that big of a deal.

"You're awfully cheerful today," Maia, her co-worker commented as she changed into her work shirt- a maroon collared shirt that had a yellow printed paw on it. On the back was the name of the store in decorative writing:


Miss Maggie's



"I'm having a good day, I guess," Jesy said with a shrug. Maia smirked at her knowingly.


Jesy laughed, shaking her head. "I don't have a boyfriend, Maia. You know that," she told the curly haired girl. Maia was her boss's niece who helps with the shop whenever she did not have classes in her university. Maia was two years older than Jesy was and had been working in the emporium longer than Jesy had.

"A potential boyfriend, then," Maia corrected. "Can it be the same lad who drove you here yesterday?"

When Jesy did not answer right away, Maia's smirk grew bigger.

"Called it," she said. Jesy rolled her eyes, not bothering to ask how she had seen him. The girl was a natural snoop.

"You are ridiculous," Jesy said.

"You did not deny anything, though," Maia pointed out as Jesy started sorting through some paperwork by he counter. There was no costumers at the moment.

"Why would I waste my time denying something so ridiculous?"

Maia shook her head with a smile, as if amused by the situation all together.

"Whatever you say," she said.

"I'm going out the back," Jesy announced, avoiding her gaze as she made her way towards the kennels where most of the pets were being kept. "I promised Dolly that I'll play with her today."

"She's a dog," Maia called out to her as Jesy pushed the back door open, "she won't understand even if you told her she's the queen."

Jesy ignored her words.


Dolly was a cute beagle dog that had been rescued by Miss Maggie's 'pet rescuers' eight months ago. She had been deeply scarred because a drunk man thought it was funny to try and hunt down the dog like a wild beast. Jesy had taken a liking at the dog when she first saw her. She looked so little in a way that made Jesy feel empathy towards her. The dog had been completely scared of human contact that it took three months for the dog to respond to anyone without running away. That person had been Jesy.

"Hey there, girlie," Jesy cooed as she opened the door of Dolly's cage. Dolly barked happily at the sight of her. Jesy sighed at her cuteness.

"I wish I could take you home with me," she said as Dolly went and nuzzled her snout onto Jesy's hand. "You are so cute!"

But Jesy knew she couldn't. Not while she still lives in her home. Her dad would throw a fit if he finds out Jesy tried to get an animal in the house.

Dolly whimpered as if she understood.


Rhys was beginning to rethink his decision of letting Chris drag him to his club. Tech-a-tron, as Chris had unofficially, and lamely, named the school's Computer Club, was his best friend's pride and glory- or so he says.

Currently, he was surrounded by ten different guys who were all part of the said club. Most of them were all tech crazy like his best friend was, but some were also recruited for things such as art and music. Personally, Rhys thought he had been recruited so he could take care of the paperwork, free of charge.

"So," Chris started as everyone sertled down, "I'm thinking we should make a game this year."

Every year, the Tech-a-tron members decide on making a project that can serve as their club output for the year. It was a requirement that the school board made to ensure that the clubs in Westerfield High are real and not just excuses for students to loiter in school after school hours.

Rhys saw Darien, their sophomore resident artist, pull out one of his sketch pads from his bag and flip it open.

"Chris called me a week ago with the idea and I already began sketching some of the characters," he said as he handed the pad to Rhys who was closest to him. "Chris wanted some of the characters to be angels."

The kid had skills, he had to admit. Even if the drawings were a bit explicit for his liking. Rhys's eyes widened when he saw one of the sketches. "Is that... Jesy?"

Darien, looking alarmed, snatched the pad back from his hands. "It's not what it looks like! I'll change it, promise!" He tried to say as he covered his face with the pad, clearly frightened. Chris had to stiffle a laugh as Rhys raised an eyebrow at the kid.

"He thinks you'll pounce him for drawing your girl in such a probocative manner," Chris explained to him as the rest of the guys laughed at Darien's expense.

"My girl?" Rhys was confused.

"Jesy," Thomas, one of the tech crazies supplied. "You're one lucky dude to catch a fish like her."

"What are you guys talking about? She's not my girlfriend."

Chris snorted as he added, "...yet."

Rhys glared at his best mate. Chris rolled his eyes.

"Face it, mate. You two are only a few steps away from being an item. Both of you are just in denial."

"And you are crazy," Rhys replied as he shook his head. Turning to Darien he said, "But you're still changing that face, got it?"

This blog has been rated as CONFIDENTIAL.

9/22/ 2010


Club meeting had been interesting, to say at least. Chris, as the president, wanted the club to make a new computer game that could rival the big ones existing now. A sophomore is doing the sketches for everything with some help from our digital artists. Music will be carried on my Justin and his team. Christoff will lead the tech department. The game will be called Angel Realm.

And me? I'll be doing the storyline for the entire thing. Christoff thinks it could help me when I decide to make a name for myself in the script writing industry. I'm not sure whether or not I agree.

But still I wonder how Jesy is doing. It's late now and I saw her car arriving a couple hours ago. Yes, I admit, I was waiting for her. Does that sound whimpy? Wanting to make sure she got home fine? You know what? I just remembered I have a test to study for.




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