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.


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This blog has been rated as CONFIDENTIAL.




The Cactus Queen is a mystery.

For as long as anyone in Westerfield High could remember, Jessica "Jesy" McKinnley had been dubbed as the Cactus Queen. No one exactly knew the real reason why, but they all knew she was someone you should not mess around with. She's off-limits to any guy who wants to keep their priced jewels intact. And no, it's not the reason you might first think.

You see, she's single. She had always been, and will probably forever be, if statistics serves me correct. And that itself is a miracle since she's been known as the "hottest" girl in the whole school. Even a so-called jock will need lorry-loads of luck to capture the queen's attention. 

Year 10 was the start of the Cactus Queen's reign. That was three years ago. And everyone who cared could still remember that day. 


"Chestnut brown locks bounced as the new girl entered the door. Everyone stopped and stared, seemingly captivated by the display. Her skin was white and probably smooth as silk, girls' eyes grew in envy. It didn't help that she was quite tall too, her figure rivaling that of a model. Everyone watched as her eyebrows furrowed, probably wondering why everyone was staring. She looked around, confused, and her green eyes met mine. I looked away.

Chris, a friend of mine, nudged me on the elbow. I ignored him. He sighed and turned to his phone.

Out of the corner of my eye, I see her gaze linger until she, too, looked away and walked again.

My phone buzzed from my pocket. I did not bother to take it out.

Ever since that day, boys from each year lined up at her locker- everyone so hopeful, none successful. Even my friends were victims of the queen's thorns.

She broke every single boy's heart in Westerfield High.

Everyone except mine."


Rhys sighed, frustrated that he of all people was assigned with the impossible task. He thought Yana had a better chance of getting a word from the Cactus Queen seeing that she was girl, but he also knew that the girl's annoying personality will only drive Jesy McKinnley away.

It also didn't help his case when he had accidentally blurted out to one of his friends that Jesy was his neighbor. That news spread to the whole school like wildfire, and Rhys had to be careful in bringing friends over his house. He didn't need a "Cactus Queen Observation Base" to form inside his own home. Rhys mentally cringed at the idea.

"Mum?" he called out from his room. He heard a faint 'yes?' coming from downstairs. He sighed and stood up from his study table. He might as well get it over with.

He found his mother in the kitchen. She was stirring a batter for brownies while humming a tune to a song he did not know of.

"Do you know the McKinnleys?" he questioned. Laura Miller froze.

"Pardon?" Rhys' hands shook as he sat on one of the stools opposite her.

"The McKinnleys. Our neighbours. You know them, right?" If anything, Laura Miller was the epitome of a good neighbour. She knew everyone. Rhys only hoped that his suddenly interest in the McKinnleys wouldn't be too weird. His mother's eyes narrowed.

"Yes, I know of them," she confirmed. Rhys was about to drew out a sigh of relief when, "Why?" she added. He froze.

"Well, I-uh, well..." Rhys racked his brain for an appropriate reason when he stopped short, finding that he could either tell his mother the truth or lie. But how can he tell her he needed to write a 'gossip' column for his school's magazine? His mother, as far as he knew, hated gossip.

"Come on then, spit it out!" his mother chastised. Rhys fumbled with his shirt's collar.

"Well..." he gulped, "they have a daughter, right?" he hoped he didn't sound too suspicious. His mother nodded. Rhys licked his lips, finding them dry. "Well, uh," Rhys was sweating now, he realized, when his mother put up a hand.

"Rhys, my dear, do you have a crush on good ole' Jessica?" she inquired. Rhys' eyes widened. A smile crept up on his mother's face, misreading the reaction.

"Finally!" she said, seemingly forgetting what she was doing and threw up her hands, the bowl crashed to the ground. Laura, however, didn't seem concerned.

"Oh my baby boy," she mumbled out as she ran to his side and hugged him. "I was beginning to think you were gay!" Rhys was frozen. What the heck was happening?

"It's a good thing Jessica always comes here during Saturdays," she started saying. Wait what? "That girl is the sweetest. She always helps out with the cooking. Did you know she loves cooking? Of course you don't, you're always at that Chris-lad's house. I was beginning to think you live there!"

Rhys' mind was whirring at the new information.

Jesy McKinnley, Westerfield's Cactus Queen, was always at his house during Saturdays?

He was eating meals she had helped create?

What was happening to the world?

"How long had that been going on?" he managed to ask when his mother finally stopped talking

"A month after they've moved in," his mother started going on about how they met over a mail confusion. Rhys was baffled. He tried to remember when her supposed next visit will be when finally he realized what today was. Friday.

Tomorrow, the Cactus Queen is visiting.

He had to get ready.

He dashed out of the kitchen and into his room, trying to come up with an excuse he'll have to say to Chris as he went.

His mother watched him go, amused.



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