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.


11. Under The Queen's Care




Rhys sighed in relief as he saw his mother climb into her friend Stacy's blue mini cooper and drove off that Sunday morning. He had woken up fairly early, his left arm still throbbing painfully, and locked his bedroom door just as he heard his mother leave her room. It was one of those Women's Day Out thing that her mother insists on having with her friends every Sunday.

As far as Rhys knew, the day consisted of going to the local pastoral church and a shopping spree right after. Rhys was just glad he didn't have to explain why he had to go to the hospital at eight in the morning. He quickly walked towards his loo, intent on taking a shower. His left arm may be incapacitated at the moment but it did not mean he was going to go out smelling like a homeless person. He'd have to make do for now.


It was silent in the Miller house when Rhys finally emerged in his room. He had taken his time taking a shower and more time putting on some clothes for the day. He skipped down the stairs, albeit more carefully, and was just about to go out the front door when he heard someone call from the kitchen. He cursed softly, thinking it was his mother.

"Uh, hey- Jesy?" was his confused statement when he saw who it was. "What are you doing here?"

Jesy McKinnley stood up from the kitchen stool she sat on, gesturing to the stove. He vaguely smelled the scent of pancakes. He was fairly sure there was the smell of bacon too.

"I'm making you some breakfast. Where are you going?"

"What? Why?"

"I believe I asked you first, Miller."

Rhys noticed what she was wearing- a worn out band tee and some jeans. It was entirely different from what she normally wore at school.

"I'm going to the hospital," he finally said. Jesy raised an eyebrow.

"And why are you even going to the hospital in the first place, Miller?"

Rhys hoped for his sake he was not blushing. He was not going to admit that he fell down the stairs last night. Especially not to some girl his mother was friendly with.

"None of your business," he said instead. "And you still didn't answer my question. Why are you here? It's a Sunday. My mum's out the whole day." Jesy just shrugged and turned to flip the pancake on the pan. Rhys watched as she gently lifted the food piece from the pan and onto a stack that she'd done earlier. She then turned the stove off, grabbed the pancake stack plate, along with another filled with bacon and set it on the counter opposite the stove.

"You should eat," was all she said. Rhys, whose stomach grumbled at the sight, silently went forward and sat on the nearest counter stool. He nodded to Jesy in thanks as she passed him a plate and a fork. He took three pancakes from the stack and grabbed some bacon pieces.

"Aren't you going to eat?" he questioned just as he dug in. Jesy only shook her head as she stared at his food.

"I'm not hungry."

Rhys fought the urge to roll his eyes and said nothing. He thought Jesy was just like the other girls in their school who starved themselves just so they fit a size 2. Jesy avoided his eyes and fished her phone out from her back pocket. She stayed like that for a while, aimlessly scrolling on her phone, as Rhys finished his meal. Neither spoke during that time.

"I'll accompany you," Jesy finally said just as Rhys finished everything laid out for him. The words were so sudden that Rhys failed to mask his surprise.

"What?" he asked as he stood from his seat. He grabbed the plate and utensil he used and chucked it into the dishwasher situated near the fridge.

"I'll accompany you," Jesy repeated. "To the hospital, I mean," she clarified.

"Why? If this is about the deal, then it's fine. I can take care of myself. You don't need to be a doting friend- you just have to be yourself."

"But that's what I am. You know... caring. You want to know what I'm like from behind the thorny exterior, right? You want me to show you who I really am. I mean it's what you want. In that way we can show Prinsloo I'm not the complete bitch she paints me as."

"Please do forgive me for not believing what you just said," Rhys said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. Jesy's expression turn pained for a moment but immediately settled to an expressionless one. Rhys bit his lower lip in shame.

"I'm sorry, that was uncalled for."

Jesy shook her head as she stood up. "No, I kind of deserve that anyway. I'm sorry for being a complete bitch to you these past few days."

Rhys bit back his reply. Jesy laughed at his expression. "Go on," she urged. "Say it."

He shook his head. Jesy rolled her eyes.

"I'm not exactly heartless, Miller. I know I've been a complete bitch to you. I was hoping that way you'll leave me alone."

"Then why decide to accept my offer? Why suffer two weeks of my company when you could have already rid of me?" Rhys had been curious ever since she accepted. Jesy sighed and look away.

"When I'm ready, Miller, I'll tell you."

Rhys decided not to press on the subject.




"Well," Jesy started as she parked the car near the sidewalk-- half a block away from the hospital. There was no other parking space. "Here we are."

She had insisted on driving him, seeing as Rhys was having trouble moving his left arm. How on earth was he supposed to drive?

Rhys fumbled with his seat belt, careful not to move his injured arm too much. "Here," Jesy said, helping him. "Let me."

"Thanks," Rhys said as she removed it. Jesy only smiled.

"No worries. I'll wait here until you get back, alright?"




"I have a sprain," Rhys said as he entered the car again. His left arm was now supported with a sling that irritated his neck. Not that he could do anything about it. The attending physician had advised him to keep it on his person until it healed. How the heck is he supposed to shower now?

But most importantly, what is he going to tell his mum?

"Yikes," Jesy said with a slight grimace. "I hate having those."

"I don't recall ever seeing you in a sling," Rhys commented just as Jesy started the car again.

"It was a foot sprain. And that's because I was stubborn and did not listen to the doctor when he said I needed clutches. 'Had to go a week without school which sucks, really."

"I thought normal teens hated school."

"Really?" Jesy seemed to ponder for a moment. Shen then flashes Rhys a smile which takes him by surprise. It was not a sarcastic or pitying one that he was used to. "I guess I'm not a normal teen, then. I love school."

It was at that moment Rhys realized Jesy was being genuine about accepting the deal.

She was really going to show him who she truly was.

Rhys found the idea both unnerving and amazing. 

"Want to go somewhere? Or do you want to go straight home and rest?"

The idea of his mum finding out of his sprain seemed uninviting. Rhys curiously looked at Jesy whose eyes were focused on the road.

"Where are we going?"

A smile tugged onto her lips.

"You'll see."




This blog has been rated as CONFIDENTIAL.


9/19/ 2010


I'm sitting shotgun in my mum's car while Jesy drives. I wonder where we're going. Is this part of the deal? 

She looks really excited to go to wherever it is we are going.

I wonder if it is that special to her. It sure looks like it.

Maybe I can write about it in my article. In that way, others will see that the Cactus Queen is just like us.






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