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Summary: Jackie Burkhart has it all; money, popularity, beauty, and the attention of Point Place High's most gorgeous guy, Michael Kelso. So why does Jackie keep finding herself in the company of Michael's burnout friend, Steven Hyde? What will happen when these two polar opposites find that they are more alike then they ever knew? Will love blossom, or will their differences still tear them apart?

A/N: This story still takes place in the 70's and I will attempt to keep the characters similar to the show. However, all events and dialog in this story are original creations of my own or are simply inspired by the show. It is not my intention for this story to follow the storyline of the show. That being said, I hope you enjoy it! Read and Review!

*Jackie's POV

I stand before the gathered group of cheerleaders, preparing to show them the new dance I had come up with, when Pam Macy lets out a loud groan.

"Ugh, I told him that I didn't want to see him!" she says, her eyes on the bleachers behind me.

I look back to see Michael Kelso, Pam's recent ex, sitting down with his usual posse. Eric Forman, a skinny, twitchy kid, Fez the foreigner, and Steven Hyde, Point Place High's resident 'bad boy'. Donna Pinciotti, their only female friend, is no where to be seen.

"I can't believe he showed up at our practice!" says Stacy indignantly.

"What a jerk." says Melissa.

"Oh Jackie, please tell him to go away!" says Pam in a whiny voice.

"Will you bitches shut up and learn the dance if I tell him to leave?" I ask, putting my hands on my hips.

"Yes! Just get rid of him." says Pam as the others nod enthusiastically.

"Fine." I turn on my heel and march over to Michael and his friends.

"Hey, Jackie. How's it goin?" Michael asks when I stop at the foot of the bleachers.

"Get lost, jerk-off. Pam doesn't want to have make-up sex right now." I say in my best bitchy tone.

"Oh I'm not here to see Pam. I'm over her." says Michael.

"Really? Then what do you want?" I ask skeptically, hands on my hips again.

"I came to watch you." says Michael, his eyes traveling up and down my body in a way that makes me shutter.

"Ugh, I think I'm gonna be sick." I say, as Michael's friends laugh.

"Oooh, burn." says Hyde.

"Shut it." says Michael over his shoulder before turning to me again.

"Come on Jackie. I know you still think about that night we had together." he says in a loud whisper.

"You mean the night you took me on that super romantic date to the movie theater? Then made me buy the popcorn, and later tried to feel me up in front of my parents' house?" I ask in a similar tone.

"Yeah, that's the one." says Michael in an excited tone that suggests he did not catch my sarcasm.

I roll my eyes, and glance at his friends. Steven Hyde is shaking with silent laughter, and I see him wink at me behind his sunglasses when our eyes meet. I look quickly away, back to Michael.

"That was fun, right? So, we should do it again. What do you say?" he asks.

"Michael, there's a reason I never went on a second date with you." I say irritably.

The date in question happened about three years ago, when I was a freshman, and naïve to the dating scene. But all that had changed quickly. I saw Michael for what he truly was, when I saw him making out with Stacy Wannamaker in the gym, two days after our date. He still didn't know that I had caught him, but I never went out with him again. For awhile he pestered me to give him another chance. He begged to know what he had done wrong. But eventually he moved on. To Stacy, Michelle, Crystal, Pam, and many others besides. And while I might not be pure myself, I still refused to give him another chance. For one thing, I didn't want to give him the satisfaction of sleeping with every girl on the Cheerleading Squad. And secondly, no one cheats on Jackie Burkhart.

"And what might that reason be?" asks Michael, as if he believes it will be impossible for me to answer.

"You're a cheating, lying, scumbag ass-hole, who just broke up with one of my best friends!" I say more loudly then I intended to.

Behind him, his friends double over in silent laughter. Michael stares at me, dumbfounded, for a few moments before he retorts.

"Fine! But we're not leaving. This is school property and we can stay if we want to." he says.

"Fine. But if you say so much as one word, I'll make you wish you were never born." I say, and with that I turn on my heel and stride back to my squad.

"They refused to leave." I say to Pam and the others. "Just ignore him, Pam. He isn't worth it." I add, when she opens her mouth to protest.

The girls don't argue, and I began to teach them the new dance. Despite my threat, I can hear Michael and his friends whooping and saying things like 'damn' or 'oh shit' every time I swing my hips or kick my legs up. One of the boys whistles loudly when I drop into the splits, but I can't tell which one. When I dismiss the squad, the girls all form a sort of protective huddle around Pam as they stride past the bleachers. Michael does not attempt to talk to her, but instead waits around for me, as I lag behind the others. He falls into step beside me as I head towards the parking lot.

"Nice dance, Jackie. That was hot." he says.

I give him a dirty look but keep walking. He and his friends keep pace with me.

"Yeah man, I don't even like cheerleaders, and I thought it was hot." says a voice on my other side.

I look over to see Steven Hyde smirking at me in a way that confuses me. Did he really think it was 'hot' or is he making fun of me? Or is he making fun of Michael?

"Thanks." I say with an innocent smile in his direction. "Are you done stocking me yet?" I add, looking back at Michael.

"Tch, no. I haven't even started yet!" he says stupidly.

"Ahh, Kelso, maybe we should just go home." says Eric carefully.

"Fine, Eric. Go if you want." says Michael.

Eric glances at Hyde and Fez, who nod, and follow him towards the other end of the parking lot. Michael glances between me, and his friends, clearly unsure as to who he should follow. Predictably, he chooses to follow me.

"Wait, Jackie." he calls.

I turn irritably on my heel and face him with my arms crossed over my chest.

"Oh what do you want, Michael." I say, tapping my left foot in annoyance.

Michael looks slightly taken aback. He is so used to girls falling all over him because of his looks, that my attitude has clearly confused him. Which isn't hard to do, considering his looks are about the only thing he has going for him. Still its kind of hard to be so mad when he gives me that stupid look. I sigh.

"Look, I'm sorry I yelled at you, but seriously, I don't want to date you. Okay?" I say.

"Oh, yeah, sure. Would you give me a ride home, though?" he asks.

I stare incredulously at him.

"No!" I say, and I storm over to my powder blue Mustang, get in, and drive off before Michael can react.

I see him racing over to Eric Forman's car and trying to get in, in my rearview mirror. Every time Michael gets close enough to open the door, Eric speeds up again. I roll my eyes, but smile in spite of myself as I drive towards home.

*Hyde's POV

(The next day, at the end of the school day)

I lean against the back wall of the school, and pull a paper bag out of my back pocket. I open it slowly, and breath in the sent, then smile.

"Hey! What do you think you're doing, Steven Hyde." says a horribly familiar voice from behind me.

I look back to see Coach Ferguson standing in the doorway.

"Uh, nothing. Just waiting for my ride." I say casually, as I attempt to hide the bag.

Unfortunately, the bastard notices, and snatches it out of my hands.

"My office, now." he says, angrily.

Great. I follow him inside, down the hall, into the gym, and over to his office. The moment I take the seat in front of his desk, he starts yelling.

"I can't believe you! Having stuff like this, on school property. You're in for it now, boy."

Eventually, all I hear is; blah, blah, blah.

Then suddenly, he falls silent at a small sound from the doorway to his office. I glance behind me, to see none other then Kelso's crush, Jackie Burkhart. She is wearing her cheerleading uniform, since there was a pep rally this morning. I know, because I always come to school an hour late when there's a pep rally. Still I can't help but admire her slender legs, as she stands there, her eyes on Coach Ferguson.

"Miss Burkhart, how are you?" asks the Coach, and I catch his eyes dip to her chest, then down her legs, before going back to her face.

Oh shit! The coach is a perv! Jackie crosses her arms over her chest in a way that tells me she noticed too.

"Umm, sorry to interrupt, Coach Ferguson." she says, as she glances at me. "I really need to talk to you. Its about the cheer squad car wash, you know, the one you said you would help sponsor." she says in a voice that suggests the cheer squad car wash is a life or death matter.

"Oh, right, yes the car wash. Well, if it could wait," begins Coach Ferguson, but Jackie interrupts him.

"Please, Coach. Its important." she whines, then pouts at him.

"Oh all right. You, consider this a warning." he says threateningly to me.

Hardly daring to believe my luck, I jump from the seat and rush out of the office. As I pass Jackie, I swear I see her give me a tiny wink, before taking the seat I had just vacated. I pause half way through the gym as I replay the moment in my head. Did she do that on purpose? To help me!? No way, she couldn't have. Again I picture her face as I walked past her. In my mind's eye, I visualize the moment. I had looked her right in the face, our eyes had met, and then one of her lids had dipped down. She winked at me. She must have done it on purpose. I glance back at the office, confused, then shrug and move towards the door. I am half-way to my El Camino, which I drove today since Forman was being a little bitch about ditching the pep rally, when I hear a female voice call my name.

"Steven, hey. Wait up."

Blinking in confusion, I turn to see Jackie Burkhart rushing over to me. Apparently her talk with Coach Ferguson had been short.

"What's up?" I ask.

She looks embarrassed as she glances at me.

"Well, umm, see I was supposed to get a ride home with Pam today, cause she brought me this morning. But, umm, well, while I was talking to Coach Ferguson, she left. And I tried to call my mom, but she must be out, cause no one answered the phone." she babbles quickly.

"So, what, you need a ride?" I ask, raising an eyebrow at her.

"Look, normally I wouldn't ask. I mean, I hardly know you. But its that, or accept Coach Ferguson's offer to drive me." she looks terrified at the very thought, and I recall the way her arms had crossed when he had looked at her.

Damn it. No part of me wanted to give this spoiled brat a ride, but I did kind of owe her. If she really had talked to Coach Ferguson just to get me out of trouble, then it was my fault that her ride had left with out her. And even if she had really needed to talk to him, her appearance had still spared me from getting so much as a detention.

"Nice friends you've got, ditching you like that." I say casually, as I start towards the El Camino again.

Jackie stands there watching me, her eyes wide. The pout back on her face.

"Are you coming, or what?" I snap, when I get about five feet from her.

She jumps, as if shocked, and runs to catch up with me. We walk to the car in silence. I go to the passenger side door, unlock it, and hold it open for her. She glances at me in surprise, before sinking into the car. I get in, start the car, and back out.

"Left or right?" I ask Jackie, when I reach the road.

"Left." she says, and I turn.

"Thanks." she says quietly, after a couple minutes in which the only sound was Zeppelin, playing through my speakers.

"No problem. I figured I owed you. You got me out of some pretty big trouble back there." I say with a glance in her direction.

"Oh that reminds me." she says.

She reaches a hand into her purse, digs around for a moment, and pulls out my paper bag. I stare at her, before remembering that I should be watching the road.

"Is that,… really… But, how?" I sputter in joy.

"Well, when Coach Ferguson wasn't looking, I swapped it with a bag of gumballs I had in my purse." she says as she nods cheerfully. "Ohh, turn left here!" she shouts, suddenly, pointing to a street I'm about to pass.

I turn so quickly that Jackie slides across the bench seat and crashes into me.

"Sorry." she groans, as she slides back to the other side of the car.

I laugh. I can't help it. I'm not even sure what's so funny. The fact that I nearly killed us? The discovery that the captain of the cheerleading squad stole my bag of pot from a teacher? And replaced it with gumballs? It was probably a combination of all of it. I was laughing so hard, in fact, that I had to pull over so that I wouldn't crash my car. Jackie was staring at me in concern.

"Umm, are you okay?" she asks, and when I don't answer, she adds, "What's so funny?"

But after another moment, she starts to giggle too. The laughter is contagious, and in seconds we are both hysterical. Finally, when I regain control of myself, I turn to her.

"Do you even know what this is?" I ask, holding up the bag she stole.

"Pot." she says simply.

"Have you ever smoked it?" I ask, smiling deviously at her.

"Of course not!" she says.

"Then why steal it back for me?" I ask. "Don't you think Coach Ferguson will know you took it, when he discovers the bubble gum."

At these words, Jackie throws her head back and laughs arrogantly.

"Please. You saw the way he acts towards me. He would never suspect me. And even if he did, he would never confront me about it." she says with absolute certainty.

The sad part is; she's probably right.

"Well since you went through all the trouble to get it for me, I think you should try it." I say, smirking at her.

"Are you crazy? Why would I do that?" she asks.

"Alright, if you're too chicken shit." I say, as I began to drive again.

"Hey, I am not any kind of shit!" she says angrily.

"Sure, whatever you say, princess." I say.

"You know what, fine. If it will get you to shut up, I'll try it." she says, folding her arms over her chest.

"Alright!" I say, and reach into the bag.

She lets out a squawk like a bird.

"Not here!" she shrieks. "Anyone could see us! And you're driving!"

"So what? I smoke and drive all the time." I say in annoyance.

Man, what is with this chick? She's nuts.

"Look, we can smoke it in my room, okay. We're almost to my house anyway."

I stare at her again. Jackie Burkhart, preppy, cheerleading, straight-laced, roller-disco dancing, Jackie Burkhart, wants to smoke pot, with me, in her room!? I pinch my leg, out of her line of vision, to make sure I'm not dreaming.

"That's it." says Jackie suddenly, pointing at one of the largest houses on the block.

Which is saying something, cause they are all huge. The Forman's whole house could fit inside any one of them. I pull up to the curb, and kill the engine. Jackie leads the way up to the front door. Skipping! I roll my eyes, but still keep them focused on her butt, which is flashed to me each time she jumps up. She must not care, since she is constantly flashing the whole school during her cheers, and she is still in her uniform. She pulls a key from her purse, unlocks the door, and pokes her head inside.

"Hello?" she calls.

When no one answers, she beacons me inside, and closes the door quickly behind her.

"Come on." she says, and she actually grabs a hold of my hand, and drags me up the stairs.