Author Notes: Well welcome to my recent baby! This fic hit me in the middle of the night and honestly, I couldn't be happier with it! I am going to try to stick with an updating schedule for this, so expect an update every Friday. (or earlier depending on my inspiration)

A few housekeeping things: This fic takes place in the fall of Jackie's sophomore year, so her characterization is centered around her season one portrayal.

Saying that, she will not come off as ditzy simply because she was only really "ditzy" when she was with Kelso and in this fic that just doesn't take place. She is a bit more manipulative and a tad bit more mature than her season one self but that will be addressed later in the fic.

To me, Jackie has always been a bit ambitious, she just focused her drive on things that seemed petty and shallow to others so hopefully that explains her characterization in this fic. Also this fic is heavily inspired by many teen cult classics so if you see something you recognize from movies such as Bring it on, Mean Girls, Heathers, Clueless, etc, just know it's probably done on purpose.

Another thing, this fic will not be following the timeline of the show as it is an AU, but some events from the show will take place because I do feel like they are essential to the characters or their relationships.

Please leave a comment or review if you enjoy it! Constructive criticism is appreciated and encouraged! I also have a tumblr ( .com) if you want to ramble to me or see updates about the fic!

Disclaimer: If I owned That '70s Show then seasons 8 wouldn't exist. Simple as that.

Chapter 1: Anything for the crown

Sitting on the seemingly only comfortable chair in whoever's house she was in, the young brunette crossed her bare legs over each other as she let her gaze travel the room. Point Place had finally won a game in the rather sad football season, and of course it was a cause to celebrate, (and excuse for teens to get drunk).

So here she was, in the vacant house of one of the football players (or was it one of the cheerleaders?) on her third cup of beer from a keg in the far corner of the living room. Usually she would be making her way around the room, dazzling her many peers with her untouchable beauty but she couldn't bring herself to stand from her spot. Maybe the beers were finally catching up to her, maybe she was just tired from the game, or maybe she was just feeling a bit off her personal game.

Letting out a slight snort, the young girl smoothed her pleated forest green cheer skirt over the tops of her smooth tanned thighs and brought the cup that was half way full of beer back to her glossed lips. Jackie Burkhart was never off her game; it was just simply unheard of. So the alcohol had to be the source of her unusual feelings. Taking yet another sip from her cup, the brunette let her gaze roam over the slightly crowded area, her fingers absentmindedly twirling a dark strand of her hair.

"Jackie! Are you even listening to me?"

The petite girl found herself blinking her mascara covered lashes slowly before turning her head to the blonde that was occupying the armrest of the seat she was resting in. A false smile spread across Jackie's rosy glossed lips, and her head tilted slightly.

"Of course, Leslie. I just became a bit distracted by all of the eye candy tonight."

The dark haired girl raised an arched brow suggestively, letting her coy words register on the blonde next to her. She watched as Leslie smiled back at her, and nod eagerly, her own eyes turning around to scope out the many males in the room.

Usually, Jackie would be paying attention to Leslie, even engaging in a conversation with the blonde; the girl was an excellent source of information and always seemed to know a bit of everything about everyone, but she just couldn't bring herself to care about what was coming out of the chattering blonde's lips. Maybe she needed a nap.

"Oh! I am so glad you said that, I have been meaning to tell you. The girls think you need a boyfriend." Jackie heard the peppy blonde beside her say as she patted Jackie's sweatshirt clad shoulder. Jackie could barely cover up her cough as she seemingly choked on air at the words that just escaped Leslie's own glossed lips. The brunette turned her mismatched gaze to the blonde on the armrest, her button nose scrunching at the information she just received. She knew Leslie was good for something. Blinking a bit slowly once more, the brunette flicked her hair over her shoulder and tilted her head up, fixing the blonde girl with a look that always sent her into a spout of gossip.

"Boyfriend?" Jackie questioned, her brow arching once more as she stared at the shifting blonde and watched a flush appear on her pale cheeks.

"Well you see, some of the girls believe that you need a boyfriend to, uh, you know, secure your status."

Once the statement left Leslie's lips, Jackie felt both of her dark arched brows raise. She knew which girls Leslie was referring to; it was the same girls that always offered comments or advice about her life, the cheerleaders. Jackie nodded, encouraging the blonde to go on and she listened as the words started to tumble out of the other cheerleader's mouth.

"We-ell, We all know that you are the most prettiest girl in school, I mean you hair is amazing." Jackie nodded again at the blonde's words; of course everyone knew that. It was like stating the sky is blue, a simple and obvious fact.

"But I overheard Julie talking to some of the girls about how you have never had a boyfriend and that just doesn't make sense, ya know?" the blonde rambled, a nervous look crossing her soft features as Jackie watched her, listening to each and every word that came out of the blonde's glossed lips.

Jackie found herself nodding once more; her mind working over the gossip the Leslie just spilled onto her. She could see where the other girls were coming from. She was the prettiest in all of Point Place and the prettiest deserved to have someone a little less pretty beside her. Jackie let a bright smile grace her features, and reached out to pat the other girl's skirt covered thigh.

"Thank you so much for telling me this, Leslie. You are such a good friend." The brunette said, watching the blonde's nervous demeanour melt and a smile spread across her lips. She placed her empty cup on a nearby end table and turned back to the blonde next to her, placing her hands on her lap as she cleared her throat. "Now, who are the single boys?" The brunette asked with a suggestive wiggle of her brows, ears perking up as she listened to the blonde begin to chatter away.

The list of boys the blonde provided her was an extensive one to say the least. Hell, if Jackie was a lesser being she would be intimidated by the prospect of having the chance to woo so many different potential process, but she wasn't a lesser being. She was the Jackie Burkhart and any chump would be lucky to have her. Jackie waved her hand dismissively as the blonde continued to name guys that didn't quite hold her interest, and as the next name left Leslie's lips, Jackie lifted a hand to stop the girl mid sentence.

"Micheal Kelso is single?" The brunette asked, a dark brow arching as she questioned the blonde. "Uh, yeah, He's fresh on the market. Word on the street is that his last girlfriend was just too boring for him."

Jackie let out a noncommittal sound after the blonde finished speaking and started to continued her list once more. Micheal Kelso was, to be quite honest, a beautiful specimen. He was the type of guy that made her heart ache, and her gaze turn into stars.

If she had the perfect dream of what her first boyfriend would look like, it would be him. A man that was damn near as beautiful as she was, but that's where the good things seemed to stop. Everyone knew he was Point Place residential idiot, and Jackie didn't know if she could deal with a blubbering man just to secure her position in the hierarchy that was Point Place High, but maybe she could mold him into what she needed to be. Jackie shifted in her seat once more, tuning back into blonde's endless chattering just in time to catch the next name she was saying.

"And of course you have Steven Hyde. Although he's a bit of a burnout, he has this edginess that the girls seem to enjoy, plus he has this whole only one week thing maybe because of that Donna chick, but no one is sure."

Jackie tilted her head as she absorbed the information that spilled from the blonde's glossed lips and felt the thoughts in her head begin to shift into overdrive. Of course, she only saw Steven about once or twice briefly in the halls simply because they didn't run the same circles and he didn't tend to show to any of the classes they shared (not that they shared many). She could see where her fellow cheerleaders were coming from as in her brief time in his presence she too felt the intimidating yet alluring vibe he held.

Yes Micheal was beautiful and he sure as hell would be easy to bag, and flaunt by her side, but if she could bag Steven, the residential bad boy, a guy that held so many red flags he might as well be a stop sign, her position wouldn't be threatened anymore. A slow, bright smile began to spread across Jackie's petite features, and she flicked her dark hair over her shoulder once more, fixing the girl beside her with the same smile that helped her secure the spot of Point Place's number one girl in such a short time.

"You can stop, Leslie. I think I have made my decision." The brunette said, her eyes gleaming as she picked up her long emptied cup.

"You have? Well, who are you choosing?" Jackie watched the blonde next to her perk up and lean forward at the prospect of new gossip but she just shook her head and held out her empty cup, her manicured nails grasping the rim of it.

"Now where is the fun in telling you?' Jackie said, a smile still fixated across her features, as her dark hair swayed behind her. "Besides, I think it's time for our drinks to be refreshed."

The brunette shook her hand indicating that she wanted the girl next to her to take the void cup. Leslie took the hint, grabbing Jackie's empty cup before she stood up The dark haired girl mindlessly watched the other as she walked over to the emptying keg, her bright smile still firmly in place.

While, yes, Micheal seemed to be the perfect first boyfriend on paper, Steven posed more of a challenge. She was sure that she could get Micheal to fall for her, to be the perfect man that she needed by her side in the halls of Point Place High. He was beautiful and in time she was confident she would be able to fall in love with him, but she couldn't bring herself to taint her first relationship with the pretense of popularity.

With Steven it would be like one of her father's many business transactions, he wasn't an idiot like Micheal was and she could speak plainly to him and offer a relationship that benefited them both.

If she could have Steven, a boy that never had a serious relationship in his three years at Point Place High, on her arm as she walked the halls and streets of Point Place, her position of number one would never be questioned again. Yes, Micheal was easy and fit the perfect mold of rules that were in place, but Burkharts didn't do easy nor did they follow things as petty as rules and the blood that ran through Jackie's veins was pure Burkhart.

Things were finally about to become fun around this small town.