I made my way slowly and solemnly down the hallway. Making sure to keep a striking distance from my fellow classmates. Sure not to attract attention. I am Jackie Burkhart.

I am the school's most infamous outcast. My daily schedule consists of constant nagging and hounding of my fellow classmates, and mother. My father, is in jail. Fraud, embezzlement, whatever you want to call it. Then there's my mothers boyfriends. Which I can't stand. I detest there come-ons with every inch of my body. Pam makes sure, entirely sure that she isn't to work a bit. They do all the work. Bring home the bacon, And expect full reimbursement.

Back to my school-life. I'm a sophomore, and I attend point place high school. Small-town Wisconsin. Everyone knows everybody. This year I was determined to change myself. Better myself. Make some friends. Refrain from once again being an outcast. It's the third month of high school, and that isn't about to happen. Though, I have to admit without much of a social life, my grades are scholar. I spend my leisure time catching up on the latest bestsellers. Music has become my thing. I was never one to care what anyone though of me. Over the summer though, I became interested in boys. But when I got to school, I noticed there where none that appealed to me. And never took that step up.

I guess you should expect a party life. Boys ,drugs, and everything in-between from a 15 year old Burkhart girl with so much potential. More prep less rebel. Or so says my mother. So that's not what she says, but it is what she would be happy with.

I quietly slid into the desk furthest back, surely pressed firmly into the wall. I pulled out my blank pad, and returned to my sketch of black Sabbath. Today was study day, and since I had finished my homework the previous night, I had nothing but time to pass.

Halfway through class, I was hit in the head by a paper airplane, I instantly put it off and continued with my drawing. With all the talking and fuss that was going on it was no surprise that someone decided to start in on me. Most likely Pam macey and her disciples. Why did the most vile women in my life have the same name? I found it quite eerie and pondered on it for a few seconds, not quite focusing on what I was drawing.

Then I saw a figure standing above me, and looked up.

The blonde haired boy. He was constantly following Pam around.

Sure to get in her pants.

"yes?" I asked. Why is he bothering with his girlfriend's qualm?

"Hey! I'm kelso, your Jackie right?" he asked, pulling a chair up.

Oh god, what does he need?

"yeah." I merely responded. Not bothering to look back at the boy.

"well," he said dragging on the last two letters, " I just happen to be free this Friday, and I know you must be dying for a chance with me, so if you don't mind me picking you up, say around 8.."

He obviously can't tell I'm not a people person.

Should I be a bitch? Or nice.

"Sure." is said smiling.

He turned around to give his fellow friends a thumbs up. One was lanky, the boy that was always with the down to earth red-head. She was in my journalism. And then the curly haired boy. It was a strawberry blonde color. Nice, he was wearing zeppelin. Had to give him props for that one.

"Oh wait," I peered closely into kelso's face. "no, that won't do, sorry to cancel"

"What? Why?" he demanded.

"Sorry, the booze wore off."

Laughter suddenly applauded from his friends.

I heard him mumble something about me as stood up and lurched back to friend.

And with that, the bell rang.

Finally, I was out of there. I strolled casually to my car. The one thing Pam was good for. If I couldn't act proper, I would sure as hell look proper. I wasn't sure what it was called. But I had it painted pitch black. I revved up the engine, and was instantly blocked from my exit by a large van.

Michael kelso.

What an asshole.

I tapped on my steering wheel, as he flirted with Pam.

She giggled and glared while speaking with him. I'm sure she heard about my encounter with him by now.

I don't want him. I shuddered at the thought of touching him, the way she did,

Horn dog

At this rate, ill be 20 before I get to work.

Obnoxiously, I pressed the horn and didn't let go until he beeped back and sped into the road.

I smiled to myself as he collided with a teacher. I silently maneuvered my car around the accident, smiling and waving as he stared in horror at what he had just accomplished.

When I arrived at the hub for my shift, I noted the entire "gang" of his was there. I don't know why but I found myself focusing on the curly haired one. When I saw the skinny one poke him and point towards me, whispering something, I pretended like I was reading the magazine below me, before he had a chance to look up.

A few minutes later the red-headed girl came up to the register.

"Your not wearing your hat" she laughed.

" I don't exactly do the uniform." I stated.

"I don't blame you. Aren't you in my journalism class?" she prodded.

"Yeah. I'm Jackie."

"cool, I'm Donna, so how is your review on the band of your choice going?" she was obviously trying to strike up conversation.

And then, the door burst open, and an angry kelso pointed.

"YOU!" he accused. "YOU CAUSED ME TO HIT MR.GARRISON"

" I wasn't driving you car." I simply stated. Turned and smiled at Donna, and cooly said "it's going great, I finished it last night."

She looked shocked and at the same time about to laugh at kelso's antics like the rest of the "gang".

"DON'T TURN AWAY FROM ME.." before he could finish, I interrupted.

""Lower your voice or I'll have to ask you to leave."

"You owe me money." he said despairingly.

"No I don't" I smiled.

"kelso, man, cool your jets what happened?"

"She" he pointed at me "cause me to practically total my car!" I laughed. He looked at him like he was an idiot.

"HYDE, man you have to believe me!" he went on.

So his name was Hyde. Different. Unique.