Hey everyone, Im back with another episode

First off, I want to apologize if I was late with this. I want to release these episodes in 7-day cycles, but I was late with this. Mostly for university tuition issues I had to deal with. And also, I have decided to cut each episode in parts to make it easier to read. I've done that for past episodes as well. This will probably lead to some email spam to my story followers and for that, I apologize as well.

Episode 4: Jackie Lynn Thomas Part 1

Description: Confident, chill, smooth... words Marco would use to describe Jackie Lynn Thomas. But what does a day in the life of Jackie Lynn Thomas look like?

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Disclaimer: Apparently disclaimers aren't entirely necessary, but Daron Nefcy owns the show. Not my soul though, that belongs to Alex Hirsch of Gravity Falls

The first sound Jackie Lynn Thomas heard that morning was the soothing, melodic harmonies of a blaring alarm clock.

Burying her head underneath the pillow didn't make the beeping stop.

Neither did covering her ears.

She clenched her fist and slammed it on the clock. In her drowsy, blurred vision, she could make out the numbers 7 and 30. She threw the clock back to the bed stand. Her body crumbled down to the pleasure of a comfortable pillow and the warmth of a thick blanket.

Her ears perked up to the sound of a squeaking bed in the other room.

Jackie scrambled to throw the covers off. She leapt off the bed, rushing to the empty bathroom. Her foot slammed the door behind her

She peered to the side, glancing at the speeding minute hand of the clock.

Welp, I guess I'll just take a shower after gym or something, she thought, in the meantime, this'll have to do.

She twisted the faucet handle, letting the water sit just a hair above the sink. Next, she dove headfirst into the pool of water. She pulled herself from the sink, a splash of water streaked onto the mirror. Finally, she snatched a towel from the nearby hook to dry her hair off.

From the pile of assorted make-up products, Jackie picked up a red, glassy vial with a clear, but fragrant aroma. She squeezed the bottle, spreading the liquid all over her body. After sniffing herself, she decided she smelt adequate enough to pass by school unnoticed for the morning.

She slid down the railing of the stairs and jogged into the kitchen. Jackie opens up the pantry above the toaster, feeling around for a loaf of bread. Her hands squeezed the bag from the pantry. She shoved a slice into the open crevice of the toaster, pushing it down to let it cook.

Jackie tilted her head down. A plain white T-shirt and pink lace panties barely concealed her voluptuous figure. She scrambled back to her room to her room to find something presentable to wear. Her leg caught onto something and she tumbled down to the floor.

She turned around to see a 12-Gauge shotgun lying underneath her foot. Jackie picked it up and inspected it. When she shook the gun side-to-side, it discharged two shells from the loading flap. Her eye caught on to the safety on top of the trigger guard. One slight misstep and her parents would have woken up to gunfire and a girl screaming in pain. Jackie looked back at the weapon and shuttered.

Jackie set the safety back on and placed the gun back on to the shelf. She turned around and jogged up the stairs back to her room.

Once she made it back to her room, Jackie dove headfirst into a lofty pile of clothes of varying degrees of cleanliness. Some were fresh off the dryer, while most of it was covered in dirt and other unspeakable fluids.

After several minutes of searching, Jackie settled with a pink crop top and denim high-waist shorts. She turned her backside to a mirror to examine herself.

Am I showing off too much, Jackie pondered as she took a closer look at her own butt. She shrugged. I'll just ask Janna or Hope when I get to school.

Then Jackie dropped to the floor and reached under her bed, and after a few seconds of searching she pulled out a black knapsack. It empty, save for the various, crumpled up sheets of paper. After a quick search of her room Jackie crammed a random assortment of items into her bag.

The clock approached 8 am. Jackie slung her backpack off her shoulder and slid back downstairs.

She rushed to the toaster. A scorched slice of bread popped into the air and flew straight on top of Jackie's free hand. She quickly took a bite into the brownish-black piece of toast as she walked to the door. Her skateboard was perched right next to the doorframe. And as she opened the front door, she kicked her skateboard down.

"Jackie, stay for breakfast dear," her mom called out from upstairs, "your father is concerned—"

Jackie walked out and slammed the door behind her.

Once again mom, he is not my dad.

She rode her skateboard down the driveway. When she reached the end, she curved to the sidewalk. Jackie pulled out a pair of earphones and attached them to her ears. With the press of a button, Jackie drowned herself in chill rap beats of Mas's classic album, Illuminatic.

Jackie skated past Marco, greeting the boy with a simple hello. A few other students exchanged pleasantries along the way. The PA system buzzed out harsh static that blared over her music. She picked up on a dry cough emitted from the speaker.

"Attention Students of Echo Creek," Principal Greeves announced. "All welding classes for this week are cancelled due to the theft of all welding tools last night—"

Her heart shrunk as she heaved out a heavy sigh. Goodbye easy A's.

Janna and Hope loitered around their lockers. They noticed Jackie pulling up by them. Jackie stopped her board right next to the two girls, the ground squealing as she drifted to a stop.

"Hey Jackie," they said in unison. Hope waved at the skater girl, while Janna's attention focused on her phone.

Jackie greeted both back. She propped her skateboard up and picked it up with one arm.

Janna sniffed the air around. She covered her mouth and hacked her lungs out.

"I see you're following my technique of drenching yourself in cheap perfume in place of a shower." Jackie looked to Janna's side, while her free hand fiddled with the lock.

"Hey, I woke up late, okay," she said, "I didn't have time for a shower." The locker door opened with little resistance. "Sue me."

Hope shuffled around her purse. She found an elegant, clear bottle with clear liquid inside. She fumbled with the cover before squirting it a couple times in Jackie's general direction.

"Better?"

Jackie inhaled her surroundings. "Much better."

The buxom skater girl deposited her skateboard in her locker. She opened her bag and dove her hand inside.

"We got gym first, right?" Jackie asked.

"Yup," Janna responded, "got the physical today as well."

"That's fine." Jackie swashed through the inside of the bag. She scoured through the cluttered mess for a certain necklace. She moved her hand underneath the textbook, pulling on the thread of string. "Hey Janna, you didn't bring any clothes, did you?"

"I didn't even bring a backpack," Janna replied with a smile.

"Here"—Jackie tossed her bag to Janna—"your clothes should be in there." Necklace in hand, Jackie wrapped the string around her neck, and let the shell drape over her chest.

A raucous laugh echoed through the hallways of Echo Creek Academy. Echo Creek's resident spoiled princess, Brittney Wong, swaggered down the hallway. Her clique of cheerleaders waddled behind her, as a girl with a ponytail paced beside her.

"Sabrina, you're the only one here that hasn't gotten past second base with a guy. Have you even kissed a guy before?"

"I totally have!" Sabrina threw out her arms. "Flocks of boys always ask me out every day. I've just been busy with other stuff, you know."

The group of cheerleaders burst into a fit of laughter. Sabrina shirked back, staring down to the floor.

"Oh yeah," Britney mouthed out between spouts of laughter. "That's why I designated you as the funny one."

Jackie, Janna and Hope watched as the cheerleaders pass by them. The symphonies of giggles still echoed in the hallways after they had already left. Sabrina turned her head back, staring back to the three of them. Hope looked onwards with a grim twist to her mouth.

"Poor girl," Hope said, "this wasn't what she wanted at all."

"Who cares?" Janna asked. "That's what she gets for choosing cheerleading over her friends. Personally, I can't believe we were friends with her in the first place."

"Come on Janna, don't be like that." Jackie grabbed a nail filer from Hope's bag "Janna, did you find your clothes yet?"

"Give me a minute, Jackie." Janna scourged through the pile of clutter and mess inside Jackie's bag. "It would be much easier if you would ever take the time to organize— um, Jackie, I might be a little skanky at times, but come on, I'm not downright thirsty."

Jackie lifted her head up, she said, "Janna, what are you talking—"

When she turned her head over to Janna, she emitted an inhuman shriek. Her eyes bulged out to the point where they refused to blink.

"I'll take these though," Janna said, pulling out a white tank top and green shorts. She placed the offending article of clothing back into the bag, tossing it back to Jackie.

Jackie inspected the clothing she'd brought. Inside the bag, laid a pair of black yoga shorts and a skimpy sports bra.

"Ugh, I must have grabbed my mom's clothes by mistake." Jackie yanked her locker open, taking out the skateboard. "Tell Ms. Newman, that I'm gonna be late for class. I have to rush back home to find something decent."

"Wait, isn't your mom and stepdad at home right now?" Hope asked.

Jackie froze in place, before turning to her locker.

"Right, in that case"—Jackie opened her locker again and hurled her skateboard in, before slamming the door shut—"I think I can live with Britney calling me a skank all class then."

No matter how many times Jackie pulled down her shorts, the Lycra fabric managed to ride up her butt with every step she took. It made her backside plump and well-rounded at the cost of comfort.

So this is what a wedgie feels like.

Her skimpy outfit attracted the stares of other girls in the gym, along with a few males hanging around the female section of the gym. She wrapped her arms beneath her chest. When she noticed it accentuated her cleavage, she released her arms from her body.

Janna took 3-pointers on one of the open nets in the gym. When Jackie walked up to her, Janna turned around to see her friend in something so revealing.

"Whoa," Janna said, unable to muster any better response.

Jackie turned around, allowing her friend to gain a better view of her booty. She rotated her head to take a look herself.

"Does this make my butt look big?" Jackie asked.

"I still don't know why that's a bad thing, Jackie—"

"Well personally, I think it does," a voice called out. Jackie and Janna turned their heads over to the Asian cheerleader approaching them. "It's nice, but who are you trying to impress, Jackie?"

Janna leered at Brittney. "Personally, I find it very nice, if you asked me."

"No one asked you, Janna," Brittney replied, "please don't interrupt when I'm in the middle of a conversation. It's extremely rude." Janna growled, as she walked up with a clenched fist. Jackie placed her hand on Janna's shoulder and walked up to Brittney.

Jackie drew in a deep breath and formed a playful, wry grin.

"I'm not trying to impress anyone, Brittney," Jackie said, "but I figured it doesn't hurt to show off a little, am I right?"

Brittney crossed her arms and sneered towards Jackie, she said, "Maybe you're showing off a little too much, don't you think. We have a dress code here at Echo Creek Academy."

"Well, in that case, that top you're wearing is barely covering anything," Jackie said, pointing to Britney's purple sports bra.

"Excuse me?" Brittney said, raising her voice. "This is a $500 piece from Lewis Buton. Where did you get your rags from, the bottom of the bargain bin at a no-name thrift shop?"

At this point, the entire girl's section turned their heads to the two bickering ladies near the net. Jackie eyed her surroundings, tilted her head to the side and squinted at the snobbish cheerleader in front of her.

"If I were you, I wouldn't be spending that much on a bra. Otherwise, how are you gonna have enough money to bribe the school for A's the rest of the year?"

The entire section clamoured into an onslaught of cheers.

"You tell her, Jackie!"

"Yeah, that bra looks way too tacky on you, Brittney."

Brittney growled before swiping in Jackie's direction. Jackie stared at the cheerleader, stepping back as the Britney scratched the air instead of Jackie. Chantelle popped up behind her, pulling the head cheerleader away from Jackie.

"Come on Brittney, it's not worth it," she said, "you're already on thin ice with Greeves. Just let it go, girl. Let it go."

Chantelle walked Brittney over to the other side of the gym. Janna patted Jackie in the shoulder.

"One of these days, you have to teach me how to keep your cool like that."

Jackie shrugged.

"Whatever," Jackie replied, "it was nothing, really."

"I would've scratched her eyes out." Janna dribbled the ball around. "Wanna shoot some hoops for a bit?"

Jackie extended her arms above her head, she said, "I'm going to stretch for a bit, give me a minute."

Janna turned back to the net, practicing her three-pointers.

Jackie stood up straight. She bent down to touch the top of her feet, feeling the pressure down in her calves. She turned around, to see Marco Diaz drop from the top of a rope, screaming all the way down. A blue aura materialized around Marco, as his descent slowed to a crawl.

Jackie shrugged her shoulders and resumed stretching.

The rest of the day remained uneventful for Jackie. She slept through Ms. Skullnick's lessons, had lunch and got various assignments handed back. Most of which she had failed.

Jackie dozed off in chemistry class, the last class of the day. Janna nudged her elbow on Jackie's arm. They ducked underneath their desks and crawled to the open door in the back of the class. Once they reached the outside, Jackie set her skateboard on the ground and rode it out school property. Janna struggled to keep up with the skater girl.

Jackie and Janna arrived at the beach before the school bell signifying the end of the day even rang.

The two girls strode along the beach side-by-side. Janna shifted through the assignments handed back to Jackie today.

"Wow, these grades are awful," Janna said. She skimmed through all the D's, the red X's and comments for improvement. "Did Justin really do everything?"

"What, no, he just helped me out a lot." Jackie reached into her pockets, feeling it tighten around her hand. "And, since I'd rather maintain my hearing for the rest of the day…"

Jackie pulled out a lighter from her pocket. She ignited it next to the edge of the pages, burning up the entire stack. Janna dropped the papers to the ground.

The two watched as the flames consumed the stack of failing papers.

"I think it would be best for my mom to not see this."

"Can't argue with that," Janna replied.

They arrived at a crowd of women and yoga mats. Up ahead of them, a middle-aged lady fiddled around with a megaphone before holding it in front of her mouth.

"Welcome ladies, to our weekly outdoor hot yoga sesh," she announced, "everybody gets some stretches in quickly, because we're about to start soon."

Jackie and Janna found a spot in the back with a clear view of the announcer in front. They rolled out their mats on the ground, flattening it out on the sand.

"I still don't know why you're so insistent on going to yoga," Janna said.

"Because Janna," Jackie said, putting her head on Janna's shoulder, "Yoga is an exercise that allows you to achieve peace in the mind, body and soul." She lifted her head off. "And besides, a little bit of peace would be nice nowadays."

Janna stared at her, rolling her head to the side, "Plus, it's free."

Janna shrugged.

"Alright, we have a fantastic turnout today," the woman with the megaphone said. "Now, everyone take a seat, cross your legs, and let's start by bringing your arms up and taking a deep breath…"

Jackie and Janna followed the instructor's commands. They interlaced their fingers once they reached the top.

"How much did Justin have to pay to boost your grades on top of his own?" Jackie glared at Janna. "Come on now, be honest…"

"For the record, he never had to pay a single cent for his grades—"

The megaphone unleashed harsh feedback. Everyone in the near vicinity pressed their hands on their ears instinctively.

"Perfect, now everybody on their backs." Jackie and Janna laid down on their backs, pressing themselves on the mat. "Now we're gonna lift each leg and touch with the opposite hand; so right foot on left hand and—"

"Anyways," Jackie said, continuing on where she left, "the man is smarter than he looks." Jackie reached out for her leg. "Definitely not street smart, but he's good at math."

Another woman in a pink tank top perused through the crowd of people. She stopped next to Janna, halting the girl's exercise and moved her legs and arms for her. Janna raised her eyebrows towards the woman as she walked off to the front.

"Well, once my mom eventually finds out that my grades have been dropping, there's gonna be another screaming match. I don't think I'll survive, Janna."

"Now you're gonna draw your knees into your chest, and wrap your arms around them."

Jackie pulled her legs up to her chest and wrapped her arms underneath her legs. Her thighs pressed against her breasts as she turned her head towards Janna.

"Does your stepdad care about your grades?" Janna asked.

"Eh, I think he cares more about Justin than my grades," Jackie replied, "honestly, he'll just use my grades as an excuse to try to get us back together or something." She sighed as she followed the rest of the crowd repositioning themselves in a plank position.

"He sounds like a great dad."

"Heh, dad." Jackie pulled her necklace closer to her and stared at it. The lips on her mouth slipped down as she felt her insides tying itself up. She felt a hand slap her in the backside.

"Don't look so sad, Jackie." Janna gave her a smile. "Those weren't even important assignments. You'll be okay."

Jackie let out a chuckle.

"Janna, what did we say about keeping hands to ourselves?"

"Sorry," Janna said with a wry smirk, "couldn't help myself."

Jackie turned her head towards her best friend.

"Never change, Janna."

"You know what Janna, I think things are gonna be alright for now."

"What makes you think that?" Janna asked, shoving a spoonful of frozen yogurt.

"This is the first time in a while I haven't had to worry about anything," Jackie replied. She swallowed the entire bowl of yogurt in one spoon. "I don't have to worry about relationship problems, and since I've already gotten my grades back, I don't have to keep worrying about them. After you know you screwed up, it's really easy to deal with."

"Well, I'm glad you're taking everything so positively." Janna tossed the empty bowl into a nearby trash can. "Mopey Jackie was the worst."

"Yeah, I hate mopey Jackie too." Jackie scrapped the sides of the bowl, wiping it clean off. "Let's get more frozen yogurt."

Janna raised an eyebrow.

"Jackie, are you doing that stress eating thing again?" Janna asked. "You've just ate your fifth bowl and I think they're lying when they say this is low fat. Nothing low fat tastes this sweet."

Jackie turned her to the side to see the frozen yogurt stand. She marched towards it, possessed by some insatiable hunger.

"Jackie…"

"What, no, I'm not stress eating, I'm just hungry." Jackie kept her head facing Janna. "This will be the last bowl, I swe—"

Jackie bumped into a wall of well-defined pecs and rigid abs. She lifted her head to find her ex-boyfriend with reddened cheeks.

"Oh, Justin," she blabbered out, hopping back a step from Justin. In her mind, Jackie ran through various scenarios and things to say to excuse herself without seeming impolite.

More than anything, she'd rather just sprint past him. "Didn't expect to see you here."

"Me neither," Justin said, forcing out something that sounded like a laugh. "I didn't see you in Chem, I was wondering where you were."

"Oh, uh, Newman called me out of class 'cuz she needed help with a few things." Jackie swallowed the air, huffing it out as quickly as she inhaled it.

"I see," Justin said, crossing his arms. "Hey, I uh… just really wanted to say I'm sorry for making a scene last week over the breakup. I wasn't in a good place."

"It's cool, dude." Jackie tried to hide her fidgeting legs from her ex-boyfriend. "Let bygones be bygones, right?"

Justin took her words in, "Yeah, you're right." He pulled out a piece of paper and handed it to Jackie. "So I'm running this little study club for the football team. Most of them are flunking, like really hard, so… if you're interested, you're welcome to come in anytime. Janna can come too."

Janna looked up from her phone, where she had spent most of her attention on.

Something about seeing Justin repulsed Jackie. She couldn't care less of his study offer. He didn't even care enough to commit to a relationship. Jackie had the perfect choice of words to tell off her ex-boyfriend.

"Sounds great, Justin," Jackie replied, mortified by her own sudden response, "maybe I'll swing by from time to time." Jackie reeled back, horrified by what she just said.

"Perfect," Justin responded. He looked past Jackie. "I've got to go, a bunch of QB's from other schools are getting together for a volleyball game, and I don't want to miss out." He sauntered past Jackie. "Later, Jackie."

"Later." Jackie stood there, frozen.

"Oh, before I forget," Justin called out, "those hundreds of text messages weren't all from me, my phone glitched out and resent the messages many times. Just letting you know."

"Noted."

Jackie moaned as she collapsed onto the sand. She laid there, Janna walking up to her and bending down to check up on her friend.

"Janna, why is it so hard to talk to exes?" Jackie asked.

Janna shrugged and said, "I don't know, you seemed like you managed to hold yourself together there."

Jackie pulled herself up and sat cross-legged.

"I don't even want to go to his study thing. Why did I even agree?"

Janna sighed as she looked at her friend. "How many cups of frozen yogurt do you want?"

"Just two… maybe four actually…"

Janna rolled her eyes as she walked up to the stand, pulling out a crisp ten dollar bill.