Last Chapter: We opened the door and walked in to Jackie's room. It was shocking. "NO WAY," Eric shouted.
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I wonder how many flamingos had to give their lives for Jackie's room to be as pink as it was? The place as blinding and I had taken a step backwards in to the dull hallway to get my vision back. Getting a better glance, I saw thousands of stuffed animals, most of them unicorns. In the middle of the room were a large bed with multiple sizes of pink throw pillows, small stuffed animals, a dairy, and a small girl with her phone at her ear.
Eric's shout had alerted Jackie that someone was in her house and she looked spooked. She kept saying "okay" and "yeah" over again. We waited patiently by her door, Donna not wanting to over hear anything, Eric out of politeness and me out of fear. I thought of something funny to take my mind off the overwhelming amount of pink. 'This must be the 'brightest' room in the house.' I laughed aloud, but didn't realize it until Donna and Eric gave me a strange look. "What?" I asked. Okay, so maybe it wasn't really that funny, and half of my laugh was from the room being so stupid looking, but I had to let it out.
"I'll see you next week then Daddy," Jackie said into the phone. Suddenly her face turned crestfallen. "Oh, okay. Then in four weeks." We heard the clink of the phone call ending because none of us wanted to speak. A slightly clearing of the throat, followed by Jackie's quiet voice. "So what are you guys doing here?" Her voice wavered. I noticed that her eyes looked glossy. What do I care? She was just a pink loving, rich, snotty girl who didn't like us.
Jackie was in front, laughing with Donna, while Eric and I walked behind them. "Does she seem abused to you?" he whispered over to me. I wasn't going to answer him, so I stared ahead of me, at her smile. "I'm not sure if you're looking for signs or you're into her." Eric smugly stated. I had to answer this one. "I'm not into her. I…I have my eye on someone else." I said matter-of-factly. "It better not be Donna again or else Hyde." He countered. I gave him a look and we started laughing.
"What's so funny?" Donna asked looking back at us. "Nothing." I answered. We had come to a stop at the top of the staircase. It was like in those old sappy movies Mrs. Foreman liked to watch where the stairs came down the middle and there were two hallways on both sides. "What's over there?" There was another door on the other side of the staircase. It was a double door with dark ebony wood and etched sides. Seemed very important.
"Nothing important." Jackie brushed it off and faced us with a small smile. "What now?" I glanced over to Donna and Eric for a suggestion, but only Donna met my gaze. Eric was gone. Where he happened to be was in front of the door across the hall. "NO, you can't go in there. That's his room." She quickly walked over and slammed the door shut. It startled us at how angry she was. "Sorry, just you left a cliffhanger there and I hate cliffhangers. Like in Star Wars episode…owowow." His ear was being tugged down the staircase by his tall, redheaded girlfriend.
Jackie and I followed down the staircase. She was giggling at the couple in front of us. Personally, I thought it was sickening, but she liked it. Her smile was captivating, and I forced myself not to stare, Just a glance here and there. The way Jackie was giggling made it seem like she hadn't laughed in a long time. That can't be true, because she was a cheerleader and there was nothing funnier than a cheerleader. Kelso said that cheerleaders are like mini goddesses sent from heaven to captivate boys into being good with their skillful moves and curved bodies.
Her laughing subsided because we had reached the front door, and before I knew it we were outside on the front porch. "Thanks for the tour of your house Jackie," Eric said. Donna coughed, making Eric roll his eyes. "I'm sorry I tried to go into the room you said I couldn't go into," He finished. Donna seemed happy and Jackie forgave him. "Feel free to stop by the basement anytime to just hangout." Wait! She was going to be coming by more often to the basement where my room was. I guess I could accept that. She locked her hands behind her back said something like thinking about it. The long sleeves on her shirt hiked up slightly. I was shocked, because on her arms where scars, and not just on her wrists.