She opens the door, to Eleanor's office, and sits her cup of coffee down, on O'Hara's desk. She returns to the closed door, and opens it. She proceeds to slam it. She screams. She takes a seat on the couch, trying to calm down. She looks up, when she hears the door close. She looks up.
"What are you doing here, so early?" Jackie wonders.
"I had a meeting to go to," O'Hara reveals.
"Oh."
"Why are you screaming, and slamming doors?"
"Fucking karma."
"Yes, she's a bitch, what did she do now?"
"Just when I think that I can't dig a hole, any deeper."
"What are you talking about."
"I went to..."
"Cruz's last night, like you do, just about every single night, that you don't have the girls."
"Right."
"And?"
"I told him that I wanted to end it."
"Why?"
"Because I have feelings now."
"And?"
"I feel like I am somehow taking advantage of him."
"You're, bloody, kidding, right?"
"No," she shakes her head.
"It didn't go well?" Eleanor guesses.
"Zoey told me that I should end it."
"Since when do you listen to Zoey?"
"She pointed out that I have feelings," Jackie adds.
"And?"
"I might get hurt."
"So?" Eleanor shrugs.
"She was right. There is no good ending, here."
"Ok?"
"I told him that I didn't want to keep..."
"Screwing with him?" Eleanor finishes the sentence for her.
"Basically," Jackie nods, in confirmation.
"What did he say?"
"A whole bunch of bullshit."
"And then?"
"I keep doing the same fucking thing, and expecting a different outcome."
"That is what makes you crazy," Eleanor points out.
"This morning he made me coffee," Jackie continues.
"How dare him," Eleanor feigns being appalled.
"It was sweet," Jackie reveals.
"But, you're Jackie Peyton, and sweet makes you sick."
"I'm not done yet," Jackie admits.
"What more could there be? He made you coffee?"
"Last night he told me that he would get a different job."
"Is he some love sick school boy?"
"I don't want that."
"You just wanted a booty call?"
"Then, before I could walk out the door, he dropped a bomb."
"He's dying?"
"No," Jackie furrows her brow.
"He's got a venereal disease?"
"Who the hell says venereal, anymore?"
"So, yes?"
"Not that I am aware of."
"Did you get tested, while you were at..."
"Yes," Jackie confirms.
"And?"
"I don't have results yet. I am sure that I am fine."
"So what bombshell did he drop? He's a Patriot's fan?"
"Worse than that."
"He's gay?"
"No."
"He has an evil twin?" Eleanor continues to guess.
"He told me that..." she swallows hard, "I don't even know if I can say it."
"Say what?"
"He told me that he loves me," Jackie answers, in disgust.
"What?!"
"This is not how this was supposed to go."
"What do you mean? Did you have some plan?"
"Yes," Jackie nods.
"Was it evil?"
"Of course."
"What was it?"
"I didn't intend to sleep with him."
"But?"
"Once I did, I figured I would make him feel guilty enough to leave."
"The hospital?"
"And maybe even the city."
"That didn't work."
"I know."
"Now what are you going to do?" O'Hara wonders.
"I don't know," she shrugs.
"Jacks I hate to tell you this, but I am not entirely surprised"
Jackie looks at the clock on the wall, "And, on that note I need to get to work," she heads for the door.
Eleanor calls after her, "Don't forget your coffee."
"You can have it, the thought of it makes me want to barf."
"Toodles," Eleanor laughs, waving.
Jackie takes a seat at the nurse's station. Zooey shoots her a look.
"You look like someone just ran over your dog, except you don't have one," Zoey points out.
"This is just my face."
"If you want to talk..."
"I'll see a shrink."
"And we both know that's not going to happen," Zoey mutters under her breath, "Ever."
"I heard that."
Zoey scoots away, "I'm just going to go over here, now."