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.


3. The Queen's Visit





Rhys woke up fairly early the next day. Groaning as he got out of bed, he proceeded to come out of his room and into the kitchen, only to stop at the sound of her mother's voice.

"Rhys will be joining us for the day," she was saying.

"Truly, Mrs. Miller? I thought he was away in his friend's house..." Rhys inwardly cursed, noticing the familiar voice. It was the Cactus Queen. She was here.

"How may times do I have to tell you, Jessica. Call me Laura..." Rhys dashed back to his room, his mind set on him taking a shower.

Downstairs, both women looked up at the sound of the door slamming.

"What's that?" Jesy asked. Laura Miller fought back a smile.

"It looks like my son's awake."



"i'm telling you, man. She's here!" Rhys hissed onto his phone as he tried to dry his hair with a white towel.

"No way, man. I don't believe you. You mean to tell me that Jesy-'hot legs'-McKinnley's in your house right now and has been going there every Saturday without you knowing? Yeah, right." Chris said with a scoff.

"But she is!" Rhys insisted, ignoring his friend's 'hot legs' comment. He does not need that now.

"Send me a picture then," Chris said.

"Are you crazy? She'll think I'm a crazed ass stalker! My mum already thinks I have this crush on her," Chis laughed.

"Then go ninja mode or something. I won't believe you without any proof." Rhys huffed.

"Fine. I'll talk to you later," he said, conceding.

"Don't forget to angle her legs!" Rhys vaguely heard his friend comment as he hung up. Rhys sighed and threw his phone onto the bed along with the towel he was still holding. What a great help his friend had been, he thought wryly.

Grabbing a random shirt from his dresser, Rhys put his clothes on and made his way out of his bedroom.

"Hello, love," his mother greeted him as he entered the kitchen. Rhys only nodded, his attention immediately taken by the other figure in the room. Jesy McKinnley looked at him with a curious expression on her face before she gave him a shy smile.

"Hello, Rhys," she said in a melodious voice. Rhys felt the hairs on the back of his neck rise.

"Oh uh, J-Jesy. Hi," smooth, he thought, just smooth. He wanted to hit himself on the head. From the corner of his eyes, he saw her mother looking at him with an amused expression on her face.

So much for proving that he didn't have a crush on the girl.

"Mother!" he suddenly exclaimed, trying to ease the awkward situation. "Want some help with that?" Rhys was referring to the dough she was kneading. His mother shook her head.

"You know better than anyone that kneading the dough is my favourite part, love."

"Oh, right." Rhys nodded, feeling stupid. From the counter, he heard Jesy stifle a laugh.

Rhys grew red in embarrassment. Laura smiled at the two teenagers.

"How about the two of you go and get some milk and other stuff at the grocers? Seems like we'll be running out of supplies soon," she suggested. "I can finish the cookies while you're gone."

Rhys saw Jesy furrow her eyebrows. "Are you sure about that, Laura? I mean, I can easily go to the grocers myself for you."

"No, the two of you should go. A lady like yourself should not be given errands alone. Besides, it would be good for you both to spend time with people your age. And who knows? Maybe you'll become friends," Laura said the last part while looking at her son with a knowing expression on her face. Rhys wanted to groan in exasperation. Can his mother be any more obvious?

Thankfully, Jesy did not seem to notice and just nodded her head.


"The list is on the fridge, dear," she said. Rhys nodded and grabbed the grocery list tucked by a fridge magnet. Jesy stood up from the stool she was sitting at.

"The card's on the table in the foyer, right?" she questioned. Rhys tried his best to hide his surprise. It seems like the Queen does visit their house a lot.

"Yes, dear. Just tell Robbie to swap it in."


Rhys led Jesy McKinnley to his mother's red sedan. On his eighteenth birthday, which was three months ago, his mother had given him his own copy of her keys, telling him that he could use it as long as she did not have an appointment to go to. Rhys, while have been longing to have his own ride, was still grateful for the gift.

"So... uh," Rhys said as he started the ignition, "Robert's?"

Jesy, now sitting on the passenger seat, only nodded as Rhys backed away from the driveway.


Robert's Mini-Grocery and General Merchandise had always been the place to go for an of their necessities. Robert Browning, a 50-year-old balding man had opened the store twenty years ago and had been flourishing ever since. There were even rumours that behind the said man's worn out clothing, was a man with millions of dollars to spare. Rhys, being the natural journalist that he is, knew that the information was slightly false. Robert, with all his wrinkles, was a man of charity. In an interview he had done with the man three years ago, Rhys knew that even with the wealth the old man has, Robert always gives half of it to the nearby charity ran by nuns in their town. The rest will either be kept for his health needs or for the store's inventory and lease.

Rhys parked at one of the empty parking spaces at the front. Today, it seems, Robert's was deserted. Rhys vaguely heard Jesy climb out of the car and into the store. Rhys stayed back to lock the car before jogging after her.

"So..." she said when he made it behind her. "What's first?"

"Uh," Rhys looked down at the paper in his hand, his mother's messy handwriting greeting him. "We have milk, some eggs... flour... uh... cinnamon? baking soda..." he lists on. Jesy only nodded and made her way to an aisle that sells baking needs.

"Can I see that?" she asks after they get the flour, baking soda and milk. Rhys hands her the paper. Jesy rips it in half.

"There," she hands him a piece. "You get those things, I'll get the others. Meet me at the check-out in fifteen minutes."

"Alright." Rhys agrees before the two of them depart.


Ten minutes later, Rhys was seen carrying a bottle of mouthwash, detergent, bleach, scrubbers  and a package of garbage bags in an old yellow basket. Jesy arrives three minutes after him, carrying her own basket with the other things.

"That was fast," she commented. Rhys only gave her a tight-lipped smile.

"You got everything?" he asked. She nodded.

"Everything except for the raisins. They're all out of those."

"I hate raisins, anyway." was the only thing Rhys said.


"The cookies are in the oven," his mother informed them when they came back. Rhys immediately settled the bags on the counter. "Did you get everything on the list?"

"Everything except the raisins," Rhys said, quoting Jesy.

"They're always out of raisins." Rhys only shrugged and grabbed an apple from their fruit basket.

"What are you making for lunch?" he questioned. His mother gave him a smirk which somehow creep him out a bit.

"am doing absolutely nothing. Jesy on the other hand..." Rhys stopped chewing as he choked on his apple.

"What?" he couldn't believe his ears. "She's making lunch?" his mother nodded.

"She always does lunch on Saturdays," was her reply as she looked around, "Where is she, anyways?"

"She went home to get something, I think." Laura nodded thoughtfully at her son.

"Alright." She made her way to the oven, "What would you like for dinner later?" she pulled out a tray of what looked like gingerbread cookies. Rhys scratched the back of his head.

"Can we have risotto?" at that, his mother chuckled.

"You and your Italian food," she could not help but comment. Rhys grinned at her sheepishly.

"It was that or pizza. You pick,"

"Fair enough." Laura said just as the front door opened then closed.

"Mrs. Miller?" Jesy's voice was heard. Once again, Rhys froze.

"In here, dear!" his mother called out. Soft footsteps were heard as the McKinnley girl made her way into the kitchen.

"My dad says thank you for the cookies last week," she said as she approached the two Millers by the counter. She took a seat on the stool farthest away from Rhys. "He said they were delicious."

"Glad he liked it, dear."

"What are you planning for lunch, Mrs. Miller?"

"Laura, dear," the matriarch once again reminded, "and how about you take a pick? I believe I was the one who picked last week."

"Can we have something Italian? I'm really craving for something Italian," Jesy said making Rhys's mother look at him with an odd expression on her face. Rhys looked away.

"How about some risotto?" his mother was suggesting. "You know how to make risotto, right?"

Rhys really did find her mother annoying sometimes.

"Yeah, my mum taught me."


This blog has been rated as CONFIDENTIAL.





My mother is a complete menace. As it turns out, the Cactus Queen does visit my house every Saturday. And you know what else? She cooks the food for Saturday lunches too. We had risotto today, and personally? I think she cooks better than my mother; but don't tell her that. My mother will have my head if she finds out.

Speaking of cooking, it was because of my hangover from the Queen's cooking that I forgot to do the very thing I had intended to do the whole day:

Ask for an interview.

The Harpy is going to have my head for that one.

On the bright side, I did get to sneak a picture of the Cactus Queen and all her long-legged glory.

Christoff is going to freak.












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