Last Chapter: I wasn't sure why, but whenever I stared into her eyes, it seemed like I was getting lost and off track.
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"I-I'm sorry Steven." She stuttered and tried quickly to get away from me. I sat there stunned at what had happened only seconds ago. My body wouldn't let me move as I watched her jump up and quickly tug on her shoes and pull her hair back into a neat ponytail. I watched as she watched me from across the room and then my body betrayed me once more. I felt myself walk up to Jackie and my hand reach out to cup her cheek. She looked up at me with her brown eyes and I swore they had doubt etched all over them. "I won't hurt you." I whispered before catching her lips against mine once more.
I was the one to pull away this time and after I did, Jackie fell into my chest and hugged me. I don't know what was wrong with me. I never treated people, even those I dated, the way I was treating Jackie now. I was becoming soft. There was a set of nice sunglasses I liked at a store down the street from the hub I could steal. It would make this moment of weakness all the more tolerable. Knowing I was going to steal later that day, I wrapped my arms around her waist and slightly rocked to one side. Her hair smelled of coconuts. I may have to take a matching shirt to go with the glasses later.
Jackie had left for her house half an hour ago and I was now upstairs eating breakfast. It was cold, and Mrs. Foreman wouldn't let me heat it up. "Well if you weren't goofing around down stairs with your little girlfriend then it wouldn't be cold." She had told me. Foreman decided to walk into the kitchen right after she had said the word 'girlfriend' and got intrigued. "So Hyde has a girlfriend. What's her name?" I knew he had directed this comment at his mother, although he was looking at me when he said it. I'll never tell. "I don't know her name." Mrs. Foreman answered. I gave him a look that said 'tough luck.' He shot one back.
"Kelso is cheating on Jackie again." Foreman shouted all of a sudden. It caught everyone off guard and I choked on my orange juice. "He's what?" Mrs. Foreman yelled. She seemed particularly angry this time and I could tell she was trying to seem shocked. After last night in the basement, Mrs. Foreman already knew more than Foreman did. What was so different about this time than any other? "Dumbass," said Red as he passed through to the living room. "I agree." Kitty said. "When will Michael learn that he can't toy with a girl's heart the way he's messed with Jackie's?" She added. Foreman nodded his head vigorously as he tried really hard to quickly swallow his pancake and add his two cents. "Y-yeah. Mom, guess who he cheated with." His goofy grin was too much, so I chewed the last of my bacon and got ready to leave. Mrs. Foreman didn't seem too eager to find out and busied herself with cleaning up my mess. "Steven, you seem quiet. Is something wrong?" She asked me as I handed her my plate. "Not really." I answered before getting up to leave. Foreman followed me.
"Wow. So do you think it's really over or are they gonna get back together tomorrow?" He asked while thumping down the stairs. Foreman had followed me out the front door, around to the garage, over the fence and down the street; where I got a soda, and then back down the street, over the fence, and into the basement, where we were entering right now. "I don't know." I said with edge in my voice. "Come on Hyde. That's been your answer for the entire walk we took. Get a better writer." He laughed at his corny joke and jumped ahead of me down the stairs. "Where do you think Kelso is? Hey Jackie." He spat out quickly. I guess he wasn't hoping on her hearing his comment let alone be here. "He's probably out sucking your sisters face." She responded coldly. I chuckled. He glanced at me and then smiled at her. I didn't expect her back this soon after what had happened this morning. By how she was acting, she seemed cool with it, so I acted cool too. 'It never happened unless she wants it to,' I told myself.
By the time Charlies Angels was just beginning, Fez walked in with Kelso. The true test was about to begin. "And then we walked up to him and said, 'you can't eat that sir, it's chicken." I didn't catch the joke, and probably didn't want to, but it had Fez laughing. By the way they stumbled inside and knocked over stuff you could tell a few drinks weren't all they had. "Kelso, Fez, are you drunk?" Foreman asked with disgust. He didn't believe in getting wasted before 3PM. I thought you could get wasted anytime you wanted, but I didn't really get wasted. I had a tolerance. Alcohol didn't affect me like it did to these losers. I looked over at Jackie and saw the frightfulness in her eyes. None of us thought Kelso would show his face the basement today…let alone drunk.