Author's Note: I'm sorry that it took forever to update. I had a major writer's block.
Chapter 2: Nerd Chic
"We shouldn't do this out here," Jackie warned me. "What if somebody catches us?"
I took a quick glance at our surrounding. "Nobody is here."
The brunette crossed her arms. "It doesn't matter. We still have to be careful. We can't let anyone catch me making out with you." She shuddered at the thought.
"Hey, it'll ruin my rep too," I pointed out. She snorted.
I opened the sliding door and made my way inside. Good, nobody is here. We can't get caught...not now.
"Hey, did you just wake up?" I heard Jackie ask.
I whirled around to see Forman creeping into the kitchen. He looked very uncomfortable. He kept glancing at Jackie, then at me like he was expecting something.
"Oh… yeah. I just came to get something to eat." He crossed his arms over his chest. "What are you guys doing?"
"Just getting something to drink," I lied, calmly. Jackie could never come up with an excuse under pressure. "Want to hang out, man?"
"Well, I… uh…" he trailed off. I secretly wished he would say 'no'. This is one of the only 'safe' times I have with her. "No, I got things to do."
That's a relief. I tried to hide my content. I gave him a nod and made my way to the basement; Jackie soon followed.
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It's funny how you can know a person for years, but never really know them. I've known Jackie since we were kids. She was always a conceited, spoiled, rich, shallow bitch. This summer, on the other hand, I began to see her in a new light. Don't get me wrong, she's still all those other things, but I came to see something else.
Jackie was lonely.
Her boyfriend and her best friend ran off to California together and her parents are God-knows where. That's another thing I've noticed. Jackie's parents were always on vacation, but they rarely ever took her with. They rather buy her things to make up for their absence. What a nice way to treat your only child.
She wasn't alone now. Jackie wasn't complaining or talking about her hair. She was too busy moving her hands up and under my shirt. She was pinning me down against the couch, kissing me feverishly.
I gripped her hair and pulled her closer. She moaned when my hand found her breast, cupping it gently, feeling the soft material of her blouse.
Abruptly, Jackie pulled back. "It's too hot," she said, out of breath.
I grinned up at her. "You don't have to tell me." I reached up kissed her neck.
She giggled. "No, that's not what I meant. I meant that it is too hot in this basement." She lifted her shirt over her head and sighed. "Better."
I stared at her small, lace-covered breasts. "Yep," I licked my lips, "much better." I gathered her in my arms and laid her down on her back. I prefer to be on top.
I let my hand trail up her side, feeling the soft, moist skin. I ran my thumb back and firth across her covered nipple, knowing how much she loved that. "Oh, Steven…"I heard her moan. That's probably the only words I love to hear her say.
Before I could continue, I heard Fez's horrible singing. "Take me out to the ball game…"
"Oh my god!" Jackie exclaimed, pushing me off of her. In lightning speed, she put on her shirt, fixed her hair, turned on the TV, and plopped down on the couch while I sat on the lawn chair.
Fez walked in with a bag of licorice in his hands. He made himself comfortable next to Jackie on the couch. There was an awkward silence for about two minutes.
"Since when do you guys watch this fishing show?" he asked, glancing at us.
"Just because we are out of school doesn't mean we can't stop learning," she told him. What a lame excuse. She should have let me handle it.
"Oh, okay," he shrugged his shoulders and continued to munch on his licorice.
Jackie gave me a quick smile. Ah, I love our gullible friends.
* * *
Somehow, Fez convinced me to go to the public pool with him, Jackie, and Forman. Although it was extremely hot out, I still wore my jeans and black T-shirt. There was no way I'm going to be caught dead in shorts. It's not my style.
"Aren't you going to change, Steven?" she asked, glaring at me.
"No," I answered, nonchalantly.
"But, Steven…"
"Jackie," Forman cut her off, "it's a miracle we got him to agree to go." She growled and got into the Vista Cruiser.
"Where's Fez?" I asked, looking around.
"Right here." Fez appeared wearing a red speedo that left very little to the imagination. "So, what do you think?"
"My god Fez! Cover that up!" Forman shielded his eyes.
What?" he asked, looking himself over. "Doesn't it make my ass look great." He turned around to give us a better view.
"You know what? I'm getting you some swimming trunks. There is no way I'm leaving this house with you in that." Forman went back inside.
"Well, you got some serious balls, man," I told him, patting his shoulder.
Jackie peered out from the car. "Yep, he certainly does have the balls."
* * *
We finally reached the pool, where most of the town was. It was the first of July, and everyone needed to cool down.
"So, who wants to go in?" Fez asked, standing in front of us, thankfully in Forman's swimming trunks.
"I'll go," Jackie replied, removing her sundress. Underneath, she had in a hot pink bikini, that wonderfully showed off her figure. I tried my best not to stare. They made their way to the pool while Forman and I stayed by the chairs.
"So, nothing is happening with you?' he questioned, without looking at me.
"Naw, man. It's been pretty boring."
"Really?"
I turned to look at him. "Yeah." What did he want me to say?
Minutes later, Fez came back. "What happened, man?" Forman asked, as Fez plopped down next to him.
"Nothing. I just want a better view of all the ladies," he replied, grinning from ear to ear.
I also took a look around. There were some pretty hot chicks here. My gaze stopped on Jackie as she came out of the pool. The water dripped off her body, her hands tugged at her top, making sure nothing was being exposed. Oh, if only she did. She shook her head, letting splashes of water drop to the floor. All this passed in slow motion… like in the movies.
I tore my eyes away and took a good look at Forman. His mouth was slightly opened, and he was staring at something intently. That something was Jackie.
"What are you staring at?" I questioned him.
He quickly looked away. "Uh, nothing," he answered. After a moment, he added, "What are you staring at?"
"Also nothing," I replied. What the hell is he up to?
We both turned to look at Fez. He seemed confused. "What are you staring at?" we both asked him.
"I was staring at Jackie's nice, wet body. What the hell were you guys staring at?"
We didn't get the chance to answer because Jackie had walked over. "Hey, I'm a little hungry. I'm going to get something to eat." She gave me one of those 'lets so sneak away and make out' looks.
"Yeah, I'm kind of hungry." I got up from my chair and began to walk away.
"I'm hungry, too. I think we should all get something to eat," Forman suggested, with a small, smug smile on his face.
Oh, he was up to something.
* * *
"I know, man," Forman admitted when were alone in the basement. "I saw you and Jackie kissing!"
"So?"
"So? What do you mean 'so'? This isn't right, man. It's you and Jackie."
"Look," I said, getting up from my chair, "it's not like I planned this. It just happened."
"When did it start?"
"About a week ago. We were bored out of our minds. It was something to pass the time." he shook his head. "Why does this bother you so much? It's not like you like her."
His eyes widened. He stood quiet for a moment. "Just forget it." Before I could respond, he left the basement.
* * *
"Did Forman say anything to you?" I asked Fez the next morning, while we played basketball in the driveway.
"No, but he seemed sad when we left the pool."
"I think he likes Jackie." Of all the people to like, it had to be her.
Fez stopped dribbling the ball. "Oh, that son of a bitch better not make a move on my woman," he threatened. "This is Fez's summer of love."
"Too late man," I made a shot. "I'm already making out with her."
"You like Jackie?"
I chuckled. "No, I don't like her. I like to make out with her. There's a difference."
Fez laughed. "Hyde has a girlfriend, Hyde has a girlfriend," he sing-songed. I threw the ball at his crotch.
He got up from the floor. "You know, it's funny. Gorgeous ladies always want a piece of Eric. He has that… nerd chic."
"What the hell are you talking about?"
"Nerd chic is when you aren't the best looking man but you have some cuteness that make strong, beautiful woman love you. See, Donna is hot, and she liked him. Now, Jackie is hot and she likes him too."
"Jackie does not like Forman… at all," I told him.
"I think she does because she's always staring at him. It's funny, Eric stole Donna away from you and now he's stealing Jackie away. Oh, Eric is such a ladies' man."
"Don't ever put those words in the same sentence ever again, " I ordered him.
Just then, Jackie came by. "Hey guys," she greeted.
"Hey. Lets' go downstairs. It's getting pretty boring out here." I tried to lead her inside, but she wouldn't budge.
"Actually, I'm going to the movies," she replied, letting go of my hand.
"With who?" I asked.
"With me," Forman answered, walking over to us. He greeted Jackie with a smile that seemed to make her blush.
"Let's go," she insisted, taking Eric's hand. She led him to her Lincoln. This left me speechless. Fez patted my shoulder.
"See," he said, pointing at them as they drove away, "nerd chic."
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