Author's Note: "Tina" is supposed to be Nina. Sorry about that.

Chapter 2: Janet Takes Over

As time went on, Janet and I became real close. I would sneak out of Jackie's house and go to the bar to visit her. I never called her. I'm not a phone type of guy. So, that was our relationship. We didn't do anything, but talk. I don't consider it cheating at all. So, I shouldn't feel guilty, right? For some weird reason, I didn't tell anybody about Janet.

So, here I was in Forman's basement, yet again. We were all there, except for Jackie, watching mindless TV. Kelso was on the lawn chair, playing with his yo-yo while Fez watched in fascination. Forman and Donna were getting all snugly on the couch. Watching them made me realize that me and Jackie will never have that, that special connection. Not that I wanted all that mushy crap. Just saying that even if we try, we could never be at that level.

"Damn that stupid Nina!" Fez pouted. "How could she turn me down like that?"

"Fez man, you don't need that. You just go find yourself another girl to drool over," I told him.

"You're right Hyde. So," Fez turned to Donna, "what are you doing Friday night, sexy lady?"

"What?" Donna asked, obviously confused.

"Fez, me and Donna are kind of dating," Forman explained.

"Yeah, but not for long," Fez replied. He winked at Donna. He mouthed 'Call me' as he made a gesture with his hand to make it appear to be a phone. Donna just laughed at him. Sorry Fez. I've tried that and I didn't succeed.

Just then, Jackie entered the basement. She looked wildly excited. She ran towards me and straddled my lap. "Guess what, Steven," she said grinning. She didn't wait for a response. She was too excited. "Since my dad feels bad for all the things he's putting me through, he's giving me a no-limit shopping spree. Yay!" She raised her arms in the air.

"Why should I be excited about that?" I asked her.

"Steven, shopping sprees make me happy. And when I'm happy, I could make you happy," she said flirtatiously.

"Long live the shopping sprees." I kissed her softly.

"C'mon," she said, getting off of my lap. "Let's get some desert to celebrate." She grabbed my hand and led me to the door.

"All right you two. Go enjoy your," Forman paused, "desert."

"No Forman," I told him. "We're going to have sex."

"I know. See, I was going for the metaphor."

"Yeah, and I was saying the actual thing," I said in my usual smart-ass way.

"Shut up and go have sex," Forman replied.

"Oh, we will." Jackie grinned as she pulled me out of the basement.

* * *

At Jackie's house, we were getting ready for some desert. We were on top of her bed, passionately making out. My hands were roaming her body, exploring her every curve. Right when I was going to make my move, she pulled away.

"Steven, I'm in the mood for a massage," she whispered in my ear.

"What? Now?" I asked her. "You want a massage?"

"No, silly," she explained, kissing my lips. "I want to give you one."

"Really? Feeling generous are we?"

"I told you. I'm happy today. Besides, I've gotten a million messages. It's about time I gave one out."

"You use to get messages?"

"Steven, I'm filthy rich. I can have whatever I want." She pulled me in for another kiss. "I'll be back. I need to get the oil." With that, she left the bedroom.

I lifted my shirt over my head and checked myself out in the mirror. I didn't recognize myself. I wasn't the same Hyde as the year before. I was in a serious relationship now. I took a closer look in the mirror and what I saw made me jump.

I could have sworn I saw Janet standing behind me. I turned around quickly, but there was nobody there. I can't think about her. Not when I'm with Jackie.

"Are you ok, Steven?" Jackie asked from the doorway.

"Yeah, I'm fine," I told her as casually as I possibly could.

She crept up behind me and wrapped her arms around my waist. "You're so tense, Steven. I think you're in a desperate need for a massage." She took my hand and motioned me to the bed.

She sat up in the middle of the bed, against the headboard. I laid back against her chest, welcoming her touch. She squirted the oil in her hands and rubbed them together. She began messaging my shoulders, pressing against my tight muscles. She moved down my arms and back up again. I couldn't help but moan at her every touch. She was pretty good at these types of things. Did she use to do this with Kelso? No, man. Don't think about crap like that. Who cares? That was in the past. She's with you now.

Jackie moved her hands to my sides, slowly making her way down. She moved her hands to my chest, rubbing it gently. The oil made it a more smoother and silkier touch, which I liked. She moved down to my belt and unbuckled it. She unzipped my pants and slid her hand in.

I groaned in pleasure as she grabbed a hold on me. She began stroking me lightly, almost teasing me with her gentle touch. I dunked my head back as my body began to heat up. "You like that don't you, Steven," she purred. I groaned in reply.

I couldn't take it anymore. I removed her hand and turned over so I was on top of her. She swiftly wrapped her legs around me, tightly. I kissed her hungrily, savoring her taste. I began trailing kisses down her neck, but I pulled away. She whimpered at the loss of contact.

"What's wrong?" she asked, grabbing a hold of my face.

"Nothing," I lied. Janet was on my mind. How could I make love to my girlfriend when I can't stop thinking about another girl? What if Jackie wasn't the right girl for me? Would she ever take Kelso back? I mean, she's done it before. Even if Kelso cheated on her with 100 girls, Jackie would always take him back. What would make this time any different? Suddenly, I was pissed off at her. She's going to go back to him. I know it.

"Steven… Steven," I hear her faint voice call out to me. But, I can barely hear her. I'm in my own world. A world where people get hurt when they care too much. "Steven!" She grabbed my face, jolting me back to reality.

"What?" I asked.

"Where are you?" She looked into my eyes, searching for an answer.

"What? I'm right here."

"No," she said, still staring at me, "you're not."

I got off of her and sat up on the bed. "What's your deal, Jackie?"

"I should be asking you that," she replied. "Look Steven, can I ask you something?"

"What?"

"Where do you go at night?"

"I don't go anywhere," I said coolly.

"Yes you do," she accused. "Last week you said you were at Eric's house but he said he never even saw you that night. So, where did you go?"

"Nowhere, all right!" I defended myself.

"Stop lying to me, Steven. This is too familiar. You're staring to act like…"

"Starting to act like who?"

"You're starting to act like Michael," she finished.

"I can't believe this," I said, shaking my head. "I don't need this crap from you, Jackie. Not now."

"Steven, I just want to talk to you."

I got off the bed and grabbed my clothes that were sprawled all over the floor. "Well, I don't feel like talking to you right now." With that, I left her house.

* * *

I went back to Working Man's Palace to see Janet. She spotted me right away.

"What are you doing here?" she asked.

"Just passing by," I answered her.

"Wanna get out of here?" I nodded. She took my hand and we walked out of the bar.

We got into my car and started heading towards her apartment. We were quiet for a while. It seemed like Janet was a little uncomfortable, so she decided to break the silence.

"So… what happened?" she asked, nervously.

"Nothing."

"Hyde, you're a horrible liar. C'mon, you can tell me," she said sweetly, reaching out for my hand.

I turned and looked at her. Why can't Jackie be more like Janet? You know, cool, nice… less bitchy. "Well, me and Jackie were fighting and…"

"Ah, Jackie problems," she said. She always seemed to tense up whenever I even mention her name. "Look Hyde, we need to talk. Come inside."

We pulled up in front of her apartment and made our way in. I never really been inside her place. Usually, I just drop her off. It surprised me when she invited me in.

Her apartment looked like it should belong to a regular guy instead of a hot girl. It was messy with clothes and beer bottles scattered around everywhere. I felt comfortable there.

I sat down on her couch while Janet handed me a beer. "What was the fight about?" she asked, plopping down right next to me.

"She doesn't trust me," I answered, taking a sip of my beer.

"What? Does she think you're cheating on her?"

"Yeah, with you."

She was taken back by the remark. She almost choked on her beer. "With me? Why would she thing that?"

"I don't know. She caught me sneaking out to see you."

"You never told her about me? Why not?"

"Cause I know she'd get mad. Besides, it's none of her business anyway. She's just worried that I'm going to be like Kelso."

"Who's Kelso again?"

"He's her ex-boyfriend and one of my best friends. He cheated on her constantly while they were going out. So, she got pretty paranoid after that."

"Hyde, do you love her?" Janet asked calmly.

Now it was my turn to be shocked. "What?"

"You heard me. Do you love her?" She asked again.

"Well, I … uh… I don't know," I said with my eyes to the floor.

"I'll take that as a no."

"Now wait a minute. I didn't say that. I mean…" I paused, " even if I did love her, I could never tell her that I do."

"Why not?"

"Because it's just not me." This was sad, but true.

"I don't think you do love her. If you really did, you should be able to tell her without a problem, even if it isn't your style." She moved a little closer to me.

"I don't know. Maybe you're right. Maybe Jackie isn't the one."

"I know she isn't. I know I don't know Jackie personally, but from what you've been telling me, she isn't the one. She's always trying to change you. Making you be somebody that you aren't. You'll find what you're looking for, Hyde. Or maybe, it'll find you."

I turned and faced her. She leaned in and kissed me softly. She pulled away slowly, waiting for a response. I didn't know what to say. So, I kissed her back. I know it was wrong, but I didn't care. This felt right.

"C'mon, let's go somewhere more comfortable." She took my hand and led me to her bedroom.

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: Dodges at things being thrown at her: I know you hate me right now, but remember it's angst. Not sure if I want a happy ending or a sad one. I'll decide later. So R & R and tell me what you think about it. Sorry it took so long. I had a huge writer's block.