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*Jackie's POV

What are you doing!? Have you lost your mind? This is Steven Hyde. STEVEN HYDE! What would people think if they saw you hanging out with him!? My inner voice screamed at me. Honestly, I couldn't understand what had gotten into me. Stopping Coach Ferguson from suspending Steven, stealing the bag, and asking him for a ride home, had been crazy enough. Not to mention totally out of character. And yet I had done it, with out even having a reason! Without there being something in it for me. Now I was taking him to my room, to smoke pot. At least I knew Daddy wouldn't be showing up until after six. But Mom could arrive at any time seeing as I had no idea where she had gone. Probably the mall. I let Steven into my room and close the door behind me, suddenly feeling nervous. He looks around, as a horrified expression creeps onto his face.

"Do you own anything that isn't pink?" he asks in a disgusted voice.

I roll my eyes at him.

"Do you own anything that isn't dirty?" I ask, eyeing his jeans.

"No." he says as if I should have known better.

"Whatever. Let's just get this over with. Then you can go back to whatever dirty little hole you live in, and I can decontaminate my beautiful room." I say snottily.

"You know, you think just because you're gorgeous, you can say bitchy things, and no one will tell you to shut your pie hole." he says irritably.

I open my mouth to say something rude back, but instead I say; "You think I'm gorgeous?"

I feel an unexplainable flush creeping into my cheeks. He called me gorgeous! Oh who cares!? Plenty of guys have called me that before. I argue with myself. No, most guys call me 'sexy' or 'hot', not 'gorgeous.' Not that it matters. I think as I watch Steven, who looks flustered.

"Shut your pie hole!" he snaps back, and I can't help but smile.

Luckily, he doesn't notice. He has busied himself with the contents of his bag. In moments, he has rolled a joint, which he hands to me. We sit across from each other on my bedroom floor. Me leaning up against the side of my bed.

"You have smoked a cigarette before, right?" he asks, as I eye the joint apprehensively.

"Of course!" I snap back, and I place the joint between my lips, while Steven strikes a match.

He holds it to the end of the joint and I inhale slowly until it catches. The smoke that fills my lungs in so harsh, that I start to cough immediately. Steven chuckles as he pulls the joint from my hand, and places it in his own mouth.

"Ugh, you got lip gloss on it." he says, as he wipes the back of his hand across his mouth.

I glare at him, but don't say anything. I have barely stopped coughing when he hands the joint back to me. The next hit isn't any less harsh, however, and now I feel like my throat is on fire. Still Steven keeps passing the joint back to me, and for reasons even I don't know, I keep hitting it.

"Feel anything yet?" Steven asks, when the joint is out.

I shrug.

"Not really." I say slowly.

"Just wait." he says.

We lapse into silence again. I stare at Steven's sunglass-covered eyes. He grins at me. Suddenly I am overwhelmed by the oddness of this day. This morning, when I woke up, I never imagined that I would later be smoking, in the very same room, with Steven Hyde. I feel a giggle bubble up and escape my lips.

"What's so funny?" Steven asks, grinning even wider.

"T-this," I say between giggles, gesturing to the pair of us. "This whole situation. It's crazy." I finally manage to say, before dissolving into giggles again.

"Yeah, you can say that again. I thought goody two-shoes cheerleaders didn't smoke dope. Or hang out with burnouts, like me." he says thoughtfully.

For some reason this makes me laugh even harder, and I actually double over, clutching my stomach, which hurts from laughing so hard.

"First timers." says Steven, shaking his head at me.

"Oh shut your pie hole! You're the one who insisted I smoke with you." I say, tossing one of my stuffed unicorns at his head, while still laughing.

He ducks, and the unicorn hits the wall, and falls back to the floor. Steven picks it up and looks at it, the disgusted look back on his face.

"Why do you have so many stuffed animals?" he asks, glancing around the room, "What are you, twelve?"

"No." I say, jerking the unicorn out of his hands. "Ugh, you got Mr. Snuggles all dirty!" I add, wiping imaginary dirt off the stuffed unicorn.

"M-mr. S-sn-snuggles!" Steven gasps out, as a fresh wave of laughter overcomes him.

I glare at him. Still he continues to laugh hysterically.

"Oh shut up!" I say.

I attempt to slap him, but Steven grabs my arm, and pulls me towards him.

"Let go!" I shout as I attempt to hit him with my other hand, but I am laughing again also.

"Stop trying to hit me, and I will." says Steven as he catches my other hand, too.

I struggle wildly, still laughing. Steven pulls my hands together, and holds both my wrists in his left hand. Then with his right, he starts to tickle me. I scream, and try harder to get free. My efforts cause Steven to lose his balance, and he crashes into me. We are both laughing, as I curse at him, and he continues to tickle me. But we both freeze when a distant voice calls to me. Immediately, Steven releases me, and we both jump to our feet.

"My mom! She'll kill me if she finds you here. I'm not supposed to have boys in my room!" I groan.

"Uh, right. You distract her, I'll sneak out the window." Steven says quickly.

"Okay. See you later I guess." I say.

I slip from the room, close the door behind me, and rush downstairs. As I go, I can't help but feel a small stab of disappointment at the fact that Steven will not be there when I return. This feeling only adds to my mounting confusion. When I reach the bottom of the stairs, my mom comes into view. The pile of shopping bags around her feet indicating that she was, in fact, at the mall.

"Oh there you are Jackie, dear." she says with a smile.

"Hey, Mom. What's up?" I ask, as she glances up the stairs, towards my room.

"Who's car is out front? That awful El Camino?" she asks almost suspiciously.

Mom has not trusted me at home alone since she caught my latest ex-boyfriend in my room on at least three occasions, back when we were together. I force my face to look innocent as I stare back at her.

"What El Camino?" I ask, as I glance out of the window.

Steven must have made it out of my room quickly, because his car is already gone. I smile triumphantly, as Mom looks towards the window also.

"Huh, must have been a visitor of the neighbors. I do wish they would tell them to park in front of their house and not ours!" she says snottily.

I am again overcome by the urge to laugh, and I have to bite my tongue to keep from giggling.

"How did the pep rally go?" Mom asks, turning her attention back to me.

I finally realize that I am still wearing my cheerleading uniform. I had been too preoccupied with Steven to change.

"It was great!" I say brightly. "I think I'll go shower before dinner." I add, and I turn and race back up the stairs before I am overcome with giggles again.

*Hyde's POV

(Forman's basement)

"There he is!" says Fez, the moment I walk through the door.

He, Forman, and Kelso sit in a circle.

"Where have you been, man?" asks Forman, as I take my place, and add my stash to his.

"Oh, uh, I got caught up by Coach Ferguson." I say casually.

"Man, you must have really pissed him off. School got out almost two hours ago!" says Kelso, laughing,

"What did you do?" Fez asks accusingly.

"Oh you know, the usual. Loitering, ditching class, being me." I say causally, as I put my feet up on the table.

"Nice, so what is it this time? Detention? Suspension?" Forman asks. "Because, whatever it is, you better not let my dad find out. You heard what he said last time."

"Yeah, yeah. Foot in the ass, I know. Don't worry, girl scout, I didn't get a punishment. Just a lecture." I say.

"Wait," says Kelso, "You're telling me you got yelled at by Coach Ferguson, for an hour and a half, and you didn't even get detention?"

He sounds half awed, half disbelieving.

"That has to be some kind of record." says Fez.

"Well, he would have punished me, if we hadn't been interrupted." I admit. "That cheerleader, the one you like, showed up, demanding to talk to him, and he let me go." I explain, looking at Kelso.

There is no way in hell I'm telling them what else happened with said cheerleader, but this small detail couldn't hurt.

"Ah man, you got to see Jackie!?" says Kelso.

"Yeah, who cares?" I say, raising an eyebrow at him.

Oh, if only he knew that I also saw her room. Or that I actually spent most of that hour and a half with her. He would freak. In fact, I'm kind of freaking just thinking about it. Only in a different way. In an 'I can't believe I hung out with a cheerleader' way. I feel disgusted with myself. And, though I would never admit it, I also feel slightly proud. There is nothing quite like corrupting the innocent.

"I care, Hyde! Man, that chick is hot." Kelso says, as he gazes dreamily at the ceiling.

Before I can stop myself, I reach over and slug him.

"Hey! What was that for?" he asks.

"Would you quit talking about her all the time man? You're making me sick." I say.

"Yeah Kelso, it's getting a little old. I mean, its pretty obvious that she doesn't like you back." says Forman, laughing.

Fez and I laugh also.

"No, she's just playing hard to get!" says Kelso, defensively.

"I don't know man, she seemed pretty serious when she told you off the other day." I say wisely.

"Yeah, and besides, who plays hard to get for three years!?" says Forman.

"Whatever. You guys don't know Jackie like I do. She'll come around. Especially when she sees what I got her."

With that, he pulls something from his pocket. I start to laugh hysterically. Kelso has pulled out a rubber chicken.

"Someone get the stupid helmet!" says Forman, and we all laugh harder.

Kelso jumps up, and storms to the door.

"Laugh now, but some day Jackie and I are gonna do it! And then who will be laughing?" he says loudly.

"Probably Jackie, when she sees how small your dick is." I reply, to renewed laughter from Eric and Fez.

"Screw you Hyde!" says Kelso, and he storms out of the basement as the rest of us continue to howl with laughter.

*Jackie's POV

(In the school cafeteria, the next day.)

I sit at my usual table, surround by the cheer squad and a couple of their boyfriends. They are all talking loudly and enthusiastically about the Homecoming Dance, which is in just over two weeks. The very thought depresses me, since I still don't have a date. Not that no one had asked me, of course. I just kept turning them down. I couldn't say why, exactly. Some of the guys that asked me were really cute even, but for some reason, I just found they didn't interest me much. I sigh.

"Oh great. Michael's looking over here." says Pam, who is sitting beside me.

I glance in the direction she is looking. Sure enough, Michael Kelso and his usual gang are sitting only a table away from us. But Michael isn't looking at Pam, he is looking at me. She still seems oblivious to his new found crush, which I am grateful for. My eyes travel from Michael, who is waving furiously in my direction, and find Steven. I give him a small smile. He grins back, then mouths the words 'watch out.' I raise an eyebrow in confusion.

"Umm, hell-oo, Jackie?" says a voice, jerking my attention back to my own table.

I turn quickly, to find half the group staring at me.

"Sorry, what did you say?" I asks in an attempt at my normal tone.

Crystal gazes at me for a moment, then says; "I asked if you had found a date for Homecoming yet?"

"Oh, umm," I say.

I wish they would all stop staring at me. Why did she have to ask that? Bitch. But I am spared from having to answer, when someone taps my shoulder. I turn slowly, expecting to see Michael there. Instead, it is the tall, red-haired, Donna Pinciotti. Wondering if this has anything to do with Steven's silent warning, I raise an eyebrow at her.

"Umm, hey. Hi. Umm, Jackie. I was wondering if, um, I could talk to you. Like, in private." she says, as me, and the rest of my table all stare at her.

"Yeah, okay." I reply, utterly confused.

I rise, and follow Donna. As soon as we take about two steps, the girls break out in very audible whispers.

"What the hell?"

"Oh my god, do you think she's gonna ask Jackie out?"

"Yeah, maybe she's a lesbian! I mean, did you see that shirt!?"

Donna studiously ignores them, as she leads the way out of the cafeteria and into the hallway. Finally, she stops, and turns to face me.

"Okay, look Jackie, I know you don't like me, and I really don't like you either. The only reason I'm doing this is because, well Kelso's my friend, and he really likes you. And he said he would stop trying to touch my boob, if I talked to you." says Donna quickly.

I stare at her for a moment before responding.

"Wait, wait. Don't tell me you're going to try and convince me that I should go out with Michael." I say in a disgusted tone.

"Well, that's what I told Kelso I was going to do. But what I'm actually gonna do, is tell you why you should not go out with him." she says.

I smile in spite of myself.

"Look, that's sweet and all, but you don't have to worry. I wasn't planning on going out with him. I know what kind of guy he is." I say.

"Well you should also know that all he ever talks about is how he wants to, you know, do it, with you." Donna says.

"Ugh. I can just imagine. Why do you hang out with those guys anyway? I mean, with some make-up, hairspray, and a new wardrobe, you actually wouldn't look half-bad." I say, eyeing her flannel shirt and country-girl double braids.

"Umm, thanks, I guess. But those guys are my friends. I've known them since I was like, eight." she says somewhat defensively.

"Right. Well, um, thanks for the warning. You can go ahead and tell Michael that I'm not interested. I'm sure he still won't back off, but you know," I shrug.

"Yeah, okay. Bye then." says Donna awkwardly, and we part ways.

The rest of the school day goes by fairly uneventfully. I deposit the books I will not need to bring home in my locker, then make for the nearest exit. When I'm almost to the door, a group of rowdy boys passes me, wrestling with each other. I attempt to step out of the way, but not quickly enough. One of the guys barrels into me, sending my flying backwards. None of them even notice. I feel my body collide with something solid, and fleshy. Arms catch me, and I look up to see a familiar face above me.