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.


6. The Queen's Hot Cocoa




The store's bell dinged signaling another costumer. Marrietta's Tavern was buzzing with people that day. Rhys stood awkwardly beside Jesy as the two of them waited to be seated by the waitress.

"What are you having?" Jesy asked as they finally sat, a woman named Samantha giving them two laminated menus.

"I don't know," Rhys admitted as he examined the offered selection.

"Their chocolate milkshake here is the best," Jesy said. Rhys nodded.

"I'll have that then." He settled the menu on the table. Jesy waved Samantha back.

"One choco milkshake, one hot cocoa and two bagels," she recited to the waitress. Samantha jotted the order down.

"Will that be all?" she questioned the two teens. Jesy nodded.

"Alright," Samantha smiled as she left.


The two waited for their orders to arrive. Fifteen minutes of silence later, it did. Samantha placed the plate of bagels between Jesy and Rhys before handling Rhys his milkshake and Jesy her cocoa. 

Jesy thanked the woman before turning back to Rhys.

"What did you want to talk about?" she asked as she took a sip of the hot drink. Rhys played with his by stirring the straw around.

"I,uh... do you know about the school magazine?" Jesy nodded gesturing for him to continue.

"Well, I was wondering if I could interview you on some things regarding it."

Jesy looked thoughtful for a moment before she nodded.

"Alright, let's get it over with. Ask away." She placed her drink back on the table.

Rhys took his phone out and set it to record.

"Well..." he hesitated as he thought of the first question Yana had given him, "Why do you never go out with any of your suitors?"

Jesy leaned back on her seat, narrowing her eyes. Her arms were crossed.

"I thought you were more interested in writing about boring plants, Rhys Miller."
Rhys flushed at the Cactus Queen's jab. 

"I-I'm not."

"Let me ask you this question first," she continued on without even hearing his reply. "Why are you suddenly interested in my life? Is it because you have this crush on me," Rhys opened his mouth to defend himself, "or does this have anything to do with a certain Prinsloo girl?"

Rhys looked at her in surprise. Jesy smirked.

"Oh, you're not the first person who tried to ask me about the subject, Miller. I know about Yana Prinsloo's obsession on me. If I didn't know she was straight, I would've thought the annoying chit had a crush on me or something."

"Jesy, I-"

"Save it, Miller." She cut him off, "I don't want to hear any of your lame excuses." She stood up and reached into her back pocket. "Just do me a favour, will you?" she pulled out a bank note and slammed it on the table. A few drops of hot cocoa spilled onto the table as she did. None of them noticed.

"Tell your precious editor-in-chief to stop butting into other people's personal lives and stick with hers," she spat out.

From around them, other people had started watching the spectacle. Rhys avoided their gazes as he continued to watch the Cactus Queen's furious retreating form.


This blog has been rated as CONFIDENTIAL.


9/14/ 2010


Continuation of entry:

I did not get the interview. The Cactus Queen hates me now.

I can never get the interview. The Royal Pain is going to kill me.

It was stupid of me to think that all will go well.

Maybe Christoff was right; maybe I do need that software of his.

I should've never accepted the stupid project.





 Rhys arrived at his home at exactly 6:30. He had driven around downtown for the better part of his time, trying to think of a way to make up to Jesy McKinnley. He knew it when he reached a sore subject. And the Cactus Queen, with all her callousness, had experienced something she did not particularly want to relive.

He cut off the ignition, slamming his head on the steering wheel. Stupid. Now he had another reason to be annoyed with Yana Prinsloo.

"Rhys? Is that you?" he heard his mother call as he shut the front door. He didn't bother to reply as he made his way to the kitchen. Stopping only at the sight of another familiar figure.

"Dad?" he was shocked. "What are you doing here?"

The tall man stood up from the stool he was sitting at, placing the cup of what terribly looked like hot cocoa on the counter.

"Son," he greeted. "It's been a while."

Rhys's jaw clenched as he took a step back, quickly turning to go up to his room.

"Rhys, wait," his mother started to say. But Rhys did not and would not listen. He ran.

"It's alright, Laura," Gabriel Miller tried to console her as they heard a door slam from upstairs.





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