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I never valued money, it was just paper that I could buy clothes and makeup with. I used to think that I could buy friends, like the girls on the cheerleading team. But they weren't my real friends. I learned that when I started dating Michael and met his friends. I used to spoil Michael, and I got a cheating bastard in return. I never spoiled Steven, and I got the best damn thing that has ever happened to me in return. He taught me that you can't please everyone, but that it's okay, that it shows you who your real friends are, and that's something you can't buy with money.
I picked up my first and last paycheck from Fatsoburger earlier. Two hundred fifty five dollars. I sighed, earning money is so much harder than I thought. I never worked for the money I spent, daddy just handed it to me. I used to blow all of his money in pointless stuff just so I out did everyone else. If Brenda from cheerleading bought the new curling wand, I would buy it, even if I hated curling wands.
I slumped back on the basement couch at the Forman's. No one's here, or at least I don't think so, they're all probably out together and just didn't invite me. I've kind of been excluded lately, but it's probably because I exclude myself anyways. But it's cool, I needed to think of a new plan to get money. I just don't know what to do, the only way I could get all that money is if I robbed a bank. I smiled at my thoughts, bailing someone out of jail with the money you stole from a bank, oh the irony.
I jumped a little when I heard footsteps coming down the stairs. So someone is here.
"Oh it's just you." I turned to see the tiny blonde bouncing down the stairs bobbing her curls.
"Hm. She placed the laundry basket on top of the drier, not paying attention to me.
I walked over there, a little curious.
"Can I help you?" she sneered.
Me and Laurie have never been the best of friends, especially with the whole Michael thing, but that's all in the past. But were still not friends. I almost envy her, but I would never admit that to anyone. I hope she can't read my mind. Hey hoebag if you can read my mind I think you're a slut for stealing my boyfriend. But she didn't say anything so I figured she really can't read my mind.
"How do you get money?" I was desperate.
"Excuse me?" she said slightly snobbish.
"Well you always have money for beer and stuff, how do you get it?"
"Awe is someone still a beer virgin?" she turns to face me for the first time. Like I said, we're not exactly the best of friends.
"I just need money."
"Well you could always work hard for it," she turned back toward her clothes, or strings of thread I should say, "or you could get it the easy way."
I must say, I'm a little intrigued on what this "easy way" is. The easier the better right? Ha. That's something Michael would say about girls. I rolled my eyes at the thought.
"And that is?" I rotated my wrist motioning for her to continue.
I stood there waiting for her to answer me while she finished her laundry.
"Come on," she started up the steps.
"You never answered me!" I was starting to get a little irritated, but I followed her anyway.
"Just come on."
She ended up giving me a makeover. I was a little weary of it at first but when I saw my reflection in the mirror I was completely ecstatic.
"So are you going to answer me now?" I pestered impatiently.
"Do you like it?" she asked ignoring the question.
She smiled, obviously proud of the outcome. I guess she did learn something in cosmetology school. I know, shocker.
I looked in the mirror again and smiled, "Of course, now can you tell me the easy way to get money?"
"Okay now all we have to do is pick out an outfit!" she had the biggest smile on her face.
What did she think we were friends or something? She probably doesn't have any actual friends that are girls that she can do this kind of stuff with though. I can relate, Donna would never let me do this with her, so I went along with it.
Her closet looked like slutsville. She picked out a short tight black leather high waisted pencil skirt that complimented my curves and a red tight crop top that hugged my body in all the right places.
I don't know if I should be horrified or happy. I mean I look hot and all but I look like a high class prostitute. But at the same time, I felt really confident which is something I haven't felt like in a while so I decided to wear it.
She picked out her outfit and tossed me a pair of red stilettos from her closet. I slipped them on and they almost slipped right off. For a small girl she had some really big feet. I guess everyone has their imperfections… besides me. I looked at her confused. She laughed and tossed me a box of tissues. Did she really want me to stuff my bra with these things? I raised an eyebrow.
"They are for the shoes!" she giggled.
I can't believe I'm saying this but I'm actually having fun. This is a side of Laurie that I've never seen before, a genuine Laurie. I don't think many people have seen this side of her. It's because they never give her a chance I'm guessing. I don't even think Eric has seen this side of her before. It's nice to have a good time and not think about any of my problems. To not have to worry about how I am going to get Steven the money, or Edna, or the letter. I was just like how high school used to be. I was just Jackie Burkhart.
I looked in the mirror. I felt so tall. It's like I'm on top of the world. I'm almost as tall as Donna probably. Nah, not even, she's the jolly green giant.
"Ready?" She finished touching up her hair and makeup.
"Wait we're actually going somewhere dressed like this?" Um I'm not sure if she noticed but we looked like street walking hookers. I mean come on it's the middle of December.
"Duh, what did you think we were just playing dress up?"
Yes.
We took off it Red's red Toyota. I don't know where we're going, but I didn't question it. I mean I'm having a good time for once, why ruin it?
(Hyde's POV)
Jackie hasn't visited in a few days. In a way I'm kind of relieved, all she does is talk and cry, talk and cry, I mean give me a break. But on the other hand, without here constant talking and crying, it's pretty lonely in this joint. She's pretty much the only company I have. One of my cell mates' sentence was over yesterday, the cell mate that got picked up for a bar fight got bailed out, and my only other cell mate is a 40 year old hag. I hollered at one of the guards walking down the hallway past my cell block. He stopped whistling and glared at me in disgust. They looked down at us, we were criminals, menaces of society, we were nothing but scum underneath their dirty boots.
"Can I get a phone call?" I asked calmly. I'm trying to be as good as I can here. Why make something worse than it already is? It won't help any.
He nodded and shackled my feet and hands together. I have always hated these things, I don't think anyone does. They are locked on so tight that they cut through the skin leaving itchy scabs a few days later, and are reopened once getting shackled again. He handed me a quarter and I dialed the one of the only two numbers I know by heart.
The ringing felt like it was going on for hours, kind of like Jackie's nonstop talking.
Hi this is Jackie, I can't get to the phone right now, if you leave your name and number I'll get back to you as soon as possible… if you're important. Thank you!
I sighed and waited for the beep.
"Jackie, it's Hyde. Uh just checking in since you haven't been around in a few days. Um yeah." I hung up the phone. I didn't know what to say. I was planning on her to answer so I could to her skinny, but sexy ass to get over here.
I sighed again while the guard re shackled my hands together and wobbled back to my new home. Home. Yeah new home. I'm promised three meals a day, that's more than my old lady ever did for me.
Jackie's POV
Laurie pulled up to some club a few towns away from Point Place. I got a funny feeling in the pit of my stomach. Why did she bring me here? I should have known this was her plan all along. Where else would we go to dressed like this? The Hub? I don't think so. I just followed her past the bouncers who didn't even care that I was under aged, just so they could see some ass jiggle as we walked past them. The club was dark with strobe lights and was filled with smoke and wreaked of alcohol and a mixture of other things that I don't even want to know what it is. Not exactly my scene. There was a stage with poles, I'm guessing for the strippers. Again, not exactly my scene.
"Come on!" I heard Laurie's voice shout over the loud music.
"Jackie this is Dana, Dana this is Jackie," she introduced me to some girl whose hair was bleach blonde and face was caked in makeup. She might as well have skank written on her forehead with sharpie. At least Laurie had the decency to make her makeup look good.
"She a newbie?" her voice was high pitched and squeaky, really annoying. If Steven was here he would want to wring her neck.
Laurie just nodded her head yes. I didn't know what they were talking about.
"Then you might want to down this," she handed me a shot that was in her hand.
I shook my head reluctantly. I'm not much of a drinker, but when I do drink, I would rather it be in a place like the Forman's basement with people I trust, then I place filled with creepy men.
"You told me you wanted an easy way to make some cash," Laurie handed me over the shot glass.
I looked at the stage and saw how desperate these girls were, how desperate these men were throwing singles after singles at these girls who were half naked. The thought of me doing this made me want to throw up. But I was just as desperate as these strippers. I needed the money. And I'd do anything to get Steven out of jail, even if it meant I would lose all of my self respect for myself.
I gulped the shot and told the bartender for more. If I'm gonna do this, I am going to need a lot of these.
AN: Tada !(: What do you guys think? This chapter was pretty much just all Jackie and Laurie with a little bit of Hyde, and it didn't have much drama or anything but it was needed for the more interesting things to fit in xD. Anyways Favorites, Follows, and Reviews are always welcomed and appreciated!(: