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.


4. The Royal Pain




After Rhys's eventful day with the Cactus Queen, Sunday passed by like a blur. Rhys spent his entire day doing his homework for his Monday classes. He, of course, had also sent the 'leggy' picture of Jesy McKinnley to Chris right after the said person left his house that Saturday night.

"I'm in love!" Chris proclaimed as Rhys picked up his phone.


"I'm in love, man!" Chris repeated, "Jesy McKinnley is a goddess!"

"You do know there's a reason why she's called the Cactus Queen, right?" Rhys could not help but say. Chris only scoffed.

"That's only because all those men were jokes," he had said.

"Tyler Darwin is a joke?" Rhys didn't know if his friend was serious or not. As far as he knew, not a single one, not even jocks, passed the Queen's standards. Chris grew silent at the mention of their school's ex-star football player. Even he had to admit Tyler was the epitome of fit. It was too bad that the guy had to leave last year for Canada.

Rhys smirked, knowing he'd proven a point. "I thought so."


Yana found Rhys just as he was leaving the men's loo during their lunch break. "There you are!" the voice held her familiar shriek. Rhys inwardly winced.

"Hey, Prinsy," he greeted, using a shortcut of her last name. Yana threw him a disgusted scowl.

"Don't call me that, Miller." She crossed her arms in defiance, "So?"

"So, what?" Rhys said, feigning obliviousness. Yana narrowed her eyes.

"You know what I mean, Rhys Miller. Jesy McKinnley; have you contacted her?" Rhys decided to play safe.

"I have spoke to her, yes,"

"And...?" Yana was getting impatient. Rhys sighed, running his hands through his shaggy hair.

"I'm doing my best, alright? The Cactus Queen isn't exactly the most accommodating person in Westerfield High."

Yana harrumphed, "Make sure you get that interview, Miller. The publication depends on that article of yours."

Rhys wanted to roll his eyes.

"Yes," Your Majesty.

Rhys should really start calling the girl that. She was a royal pain in the arse.


 "Jesy!" Rhys yelled out as he tried to catch up to the said brunette. "Jesy, wait!"

Jesy McKinnley abruptly stopped from her journey to her car and turned to give a stony glance at Rhys.

"What do you want, Miller?" Rhys's eyes grew wide at the cold tone in her voice but dismissed it immediately with a shake of his head. 

"I..." he panted. ""I need to talk to you."

Jesy only crossed her arms and gave him a bored look.

"You already are," was all she said. Rhys shook his head.

"No, I mean..." Rhys looked around, suddenly noticing the crowd that was beginning to take interest in them. Probably thinking I was another lovesick bloke, he thought wryly. "In private. I need to talk to you about something." Please just say yes.

Jesy rolled her eyes and took a step towards him. Even though he was about half a foot taller than she was, it was still intimidating. Must be because of who she was.

"Listen here, Miller, and listen good." She pointed a finger to his chest, "I may have spent some time with you last Saturday but believe me, we are in no way close to being friends. So you better stay away," and with that she stalked away, leaving a confused Rhys in her wake.


"So, a little birdy told me something interesting today..." Chris said as a greeting to his friend as they made their way into Chris' family home. Rhys rolled his eyes at his friend's obviousness.

"I don't like her in that way, mate. Believe me," Chris snorted as he pulled on his shoes.

"Could've fooled anyone. Marianne said she heard Jesy say that you two hung out last Saturday. Someone even backed-up that statement about being seen in town with the Queen."

"We went to Robert's for my mother, mate. Who on earth takes a girl to the groceries for a date?"

"I'm just saying, man. If this is why you're making me stay away from her, then she's all yours."

"I'm not in love with Jesy McKinnley, damn it!" Rhys said in exasperation. "We just spent some unnecessary time together due to my persistent mother's request. I am not the Cactus Queen's latest victim!"

Rhys was getting tired of this. He hated drama. It was the reason he stuck with making factual articles on boring stuff no one reads about; stuff that only serves as filler articles for their school publication.It was Yana who liked stirring up unwanted drama and gossips.

"Look, man." He said when Chris grew silent, all doubts of the nonexistence of his friend's relationship with the Cactus Queen gone. "Just drop it, alright? Just drop it."


Jessica McKinnley grew up in a disruptive household. His father, an alcoholic ever since her mother's untimely death, usually ignored her existence. Jesy looked at the plastic container of cookies Laura Miller had given to her 'for her father.' It was gingerbread cookies, her mother's favourite. She chucked it into the bin. Her father hated things that made him remember of his late wife.

Sadly, that included her.

She closed her father's bedroom door quietly. Then, she made her way down the stairs, grabbing a piece of paper and a pen from the small kitchen counter. Quickly, she scribbled something onto it before folding it into a paper crane.

Then, she proceeded to make her way outside of their house.


Laura opened the door to her home that Monday night, surprised to see the brunette girl she had taken under her wing.

"Jesy? What are you doing so late out?" Jesy smiled at her shyly before handing her a bright pink paper crane.

"Can you give this to Rhys? It's kind of important," the teenager said. Confused, Laura nodded.

"Alright," she said as she took the material. "Would you like to join me for tea?"

At that, Jesy shook her head. "I have to get back before my father wakes up."

"Alright. Good night, dear."

Jesy only nodded before turning to leave.

Laura, already grown accustomed to the girl's abrupt departures, thought nothing of it and closed the door.


This blog has been rated as CONFIDENTIAL.


9/13/ 2010


The Cactus Queen is unpredictable.

I've heard many people say that ever since Jesy McKinnley arrived at Westerfield High. Only earlier did I understand what they meant. No one knows how the Queen's mind runs. One time she was this shy girl who looked like had never hurt a fly then would suddenly turn to an epitome of an ice queen. Who would've thought that the Jesy I talked to at school was the same Jesy my mother thought highly of? It's a strange world-


A knock came to Rhys' bedroom door, pulling him from his thoughts.

"Come in," Rhys said, knowing it was his mother. The door opened.

"Rhys, love? Jesy came over and asked me to give you this," at the mention of Jesy's name, Rhys's eyebrows raised in surprise. It raised even more when he saw the neon pink paper crane his mother was holding. "She said it was important."

"Uh... thanks, mum," he said as he accepted the origami. Laura smiled at his son.

"Don't stay up too late, alright?" she said, knowing well of her son's tendency to sleep late.

"Yes, mum. 'Night."

"Good night, love."

His mother closed the door behind her, leaving Rhys to examine the folded piece of paper in his hand. Careful not to let it rip, he unfolded the pink material and was once again surprised at what he saw.


You want to talk? Meet me at Maggie's Pet Emporium tomorrow at 5pm. -J


Rhys sat back on his bed, at a loss for words. He glanced at his laptop, where the words he had just recently typed in glared at him mockingly.


Very unpredictable, indeed.




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