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For the Love of Jackass	By : GinaKnoxville Category: Reality TV > Jackass Views: 1613 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know the celebrity I am writing about. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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The girls looked relieved and excited the guys sulked into the house for their punishment. The girls and Kyle stood on one end of the living room, looking down
“I told you guys we would stomp y’alls asses!” Gina exclaimed, smiling slightly at Johnny.
Heather walked into the room (she had gone to change) dressed in knee high boots and a long leather trench coat covering the rest of her body. She smirked at Bam as Trent walked in.
“Congratulations, girls… and Kyle, you all have won this week’s challenge! As winners this week, you all get to choose someone from the opposing team to be your personal servant for the week. We have all your names in a hat and they’ll be drawn at random to see who gets to choose first,” Trent reached into a hat that resembled Frankenstein’s head and pulled out the first piece of paper. “Courtney! Who would you like to serve you for the next week?”
“Uhmmm…” Courtney swayed as she chewed her nails. “Dunn,“ she smiled as she pointed at him.
Gina patiently waited for her name to be called, still unsure of who to pick. If she picked Johnny, it would mean that she could get plenty of alone time with him, but she was scared of that very thing. Plus she would feel bad for making him do her chores all week; she decided that she would pick him anyway; she could pick up her stuff for herself and it would give her an excuse to be around Johnny all day.
“I pick… Johnny!” Karen said, interrupting Gina’s thoughts. She skipped over to him and clung to his arm as she smiled up at him.
“Oh, great…” he mumbled under his breath. He really wanted to see if Gina would pick him, if he had a choice, Karen would be the last person for him to pick up after.
Back on the girl’s side of the room, everybody watched Gina as she balled her fists up. The look she was giving Karen could have set her ablaze if it was possible.
“Gina?” Trent questioned, breaking through her silent prayers of destruction, “who are you going to pick?”
“Oh, uhhh… Steve-O, so he has to teach me to skateboard!” she said excitedly, quickly masking her anger.
“Man, my legs are all bruised to hell from earlier and I have to have a week of that?” Steve-O pulled up his pant legs, showing the dark purple bruises on both his shins.
Gina nodded and smiled. “Yep.” She dropped her voice to a whisper and leaned toward Heather. “I’m sorry… I just said the first name that came to my head since that douche took Knoxville. I’m sure you would have chosen Steve-O.”
Heather looked at Gina and raised an eyebrow. “Are you kidding? I get a chance to do my favorite thing: be a bitch! And plus, do you really think I would pick him wearing something like this?” Heather fully turned to Gina and opened her trench coat, holding it so nobody else could see.
Gina burst out laughing before putting her hand over her mouth, “Oh my God!”
Dunn pointed over at her. “Hey, she’s getting a free show!”
“Oh, hush ya trap! I’m wearing clothes, you dick!” Heather turned, showing everybody else what she was wearing. To match her knee-high boots, she wore a short black skirt and fishnet stockings while a black corset covered her chest; wrapped up in a coil, a bull whip hung at her waist.
Dunn jumped back. “Holy hell!” he shouted as Wee-Man and Preston whistled at her. Trent’s eyes widened in shock before he read the next piece of paper.
“Oh, what a coincidence, Heather, it’s your turn to pick.”
“Oh goodie!” she said, clapping her hands together. “For my bitch, I think I’ll pick Bam.” Heather smiled wickedly as he groaned.
“Okay then, Savvy you’re next.”
“As if I really have to say; Chris!” Savvy bounced on the balls of her feet as Pontius shot her a boyish grin.
“Alright then, the last person is Kyle, who out of Preston and Wee-Man are you gonna pick?” Trent asked without pulling the last name out.
“I guess I’ll give Wee-Man a break and take Preston.”
“Lucky break for you then, Jason!”
“Yeah, no shit. I’m gonna go skateboarding then!” Wee-Man said as he walked toward the backyard.
Trent stepped forward with his finger in the air. “Uhm, actually, you know what, just for my own amusement, Wee-Man, I think I’ll designate you the pool-boy, Speedo and all.”
Wee-Man stared at Trent with his mouth open. “Is this guy serious? I’m not doing that shit!”
“Yes, well, you agreed to do what the host says in the contract you signed. Good day and good luck to all of you!” Trent stepped out of the house leaving everyone inside to their own devices. The camera men stayed for the week to videotape the punishment.

Later that night at dinner everybody sat quietly as they ate. Johnny, growing nervous from the quiet and the flirtatious glances Karen was giving him, finally broke the silence.
“So, who’s doing dishes tonight?”
“I will… I mean, Bam will!” Heather smirked at Bam, quite proud of herself.
“Fuck you, bitch! I’ll clean up after you only because I signed that damn contract, but as for volunteering me for shit? You can suck a dick!” Bam was infuriated.
Heather calmly slid her fork out of her mouth, keeping her eyes low. Stabbing her Salisbury steak, she flung it over her shoulder, the piece of processed meat stuck to a cabinet door with the aid of its brown gravy before slowly sliding down.
“Well, now you have to clean that up, so might as well do the dishes, too,” Heather stared at Bam with a blank expression, which he had no retaliation for.
Gina stood and stretched, preparing to head off to bed. Johnny stood up after her.
“Are you going to bed?” he asked.
“Yeah,” she sighed, stretching.
“Well…uh… I-”
“She’s a big girl, Johnny, she doesn’t need Daddy to tuck her in,” Heather laughed.
Johnny rolled his eyes at her, but couldn’t hide the grin spreading on his face. Gina just shook her head and proceeded to leave the room.
“But she might need some help with something… STEVE-O!” Heather smirked, clapping him on the back.
“Dude, she doesn’t need anything-” Steve-O muttered, focusing on his food.
“Actually…” Gina smiled, drawing out the word.
“What?” both Steve-O and Johnny asked at the same time.
Gina shot Johnny a quizzical look before addressing Steve-O. “I was going to change my sheets today… so, uh, I guess you have to.”
Steve-O groaned, getting up out of his chair. Johnny stared after them, looking dejected.
“Wow, a freshly made bed sounds great! Come on, Johnny, you can make my bed! My mom, she used to wash my sheets with this stuff that smelled like this perfume my grandma uses. My grandma makes the best apple fritters, you need to try them sometime. They‘re even better than Jeffersonville Bakery downtown-” Karen exclaimed, jumping up and grabbing Johnny’s arm.
“Make your own fucking bed. You guys cheated, I am not going through with this thing,” Johnny cried out, jerking his arm away from Karen and making his way to his room.
“Johnny, you knew the rules of the challenge, now don’t be a dick… why are you so mad?” Pontius asked.
“Because I just got cock-blocked by a dude who isn’t even interested in the girl I am after!” Johnny snapped viciously.
Karen looked around. “Oh, Johnny, no one is blocking you! I am right here.” She blushed wildly and giggled, tracing Johnny‘s arm.
“Stop touching me! I am going to bed!” Johnny yelled out in frustration, brushing Karen’s hand off him roughly. He stormed away, leaving Karen standing there.
“He’s just so stressed out and tired, poor thing. Maybe I should go and calm him down-”
“NO!” Everyone screamed.
Karen looked taken aback. “Yeah, you’re right, it is a little late. I’ll just go talk to him tomorrow…”
Her voice trailed off down the hallway as she continued her meaningless banter.
"What the hell is up with Karen, and why is she so fucking annoying?" Dunn, asked, grabbing the remote and muting the TV.
Savvy, shivering at the mention of her name, recited a story from long past. "Well, back in high school..."

Eighteen-year-old Savvy sat down at the circular lunch table, Hiz and Gina in quick pursuit. They each bent low, obviously hiding from someone. Across from them came a bright, chipper voice. "What are you guys doing?" Karen looked all the part a peppy cheerleader, even with her trademark red nose. Savvy groaned loudly, and when Karen looked at her, confused, Savvy waved her off. "Nothing, Karen. Just this girl." Karen leaned in, suddenly interested. "Oh? Who is it, I might know her." Savvy, grinning to herself, looked at Karen. "It's this really fucking annoying girl... She butts into everyone's business, and she's ugly and annoying. Her name's... uhh... Jessi. Yeah. Jessi. She's a lesbian, too.. I got nothing against them, but she's like.. after us. She sweats my balls, man." Karen turned up her Rudolph-like nose at Savvy's language, but otherwise she didn't acknowledge knowing this 'Jessi'. Gina and Hiz cracked up, patting Savvy on the back and going back to gossiping. Karen looked clueless, but that was a normal look for her.
Tuning out Karen's mindless chatter, the three girls gossiped about anything and everything; what were high-schoolers to do at lunch? Gina, finally opening up to Hiz and Savvy after countless nagging, giggled shyly. "Okay, fine. There's this guy, Janic, in my Government class... he's here from Germany. He's really nice, and he's pretty cute..." As Savvy, Hiz, and Gina giggled together, they took no notice as Karen perked up, listening intently.
The next day, Gina filed slowly into her Government class, looking hopefully over to where Janic was sitting. Next to him, giggling and holding his hand, was Karen. Gina stopped dead in her tracks, her eyes zeroing in on their clasped hands. Her fingers intertwined with his perfectly, and turning stiffly, Gina took her seat. She spent the class paying no attention to anyone, raking her mind for any sign of this a few days ago. They hadn't been going out yesterday, so what had caused this sudden turn of events? Gina ignored the hurt in her heart, and instead analyzed what she had done to cause this. She thought back to lunch yesterday, and her laughter and fun with her friends. She had told them her secret... and Karen had been there, smiling and laughing along with them. But wasn't that what Karen always did? Butt into things? She remembered one tiny detail that she'd seen. Something that should have clued her in. Karen had smiled, then hurried off. Karen only hurried if she had something in mind.
Defeated, Gina thunked her head on her desk. It was all her fault.

"It took me 3 months to get Gina out of her funk over that... I mean, Karen broke up with Janic like the next day, but it was always over Gina's head. Karen could do anything she wanted because she had something Gina didn't have. That's why we fucking hate her... as for why she's a douche.. I dunno. I think she was born that way. That and her fucked-up duck walk..." Savvy lapsed into silence, imagining Karen with a bill and webbed feet.
Dunn laughed, looking over to Savvy. "Dude, Karen is like.. sickly. The only way I'd hit that is with a blindfold and 3 condoms. Now, Gina, she's a woman. I'd tap that so hard--" Savvy had clapped her hands over her ears, screeching about 'TMI'. Kyle, on the other hand, had burst into laughter, shaking his head. "You have weird tastes, man."
"Disregarding Dunn's last statement, Gina really is a beautiful woman.. and she's much cooler than Karen. She just needs to understand this, man. You guys should help me out with that." Savvy smiled at everyone in the living room, climbing up from her seat on the floor. "Come on, Chris, let's go to bed. There's something I wanna try." Pontius and Savvy walked hand in hand from the room, leaving the rest of the group to their own business.

“Thanks, Steve-O,” Gina sighed, climbing into her freshly-made bed. “Good night.”
“Actually, before I go, can we talk?” he asked, sitting on the edge of her bed.
Gina sat up. “Uh, sure, Steve-O, what’s up?”
Steve-O smiled, picking a strand of string off the bedspread. “Would Heather have picked me if….well….you hadn’t?”
Gina smiled. “Steve-O, believe me you don’t want to be picked by Heather. She picked Bam to make his life a living hell. She probably would have still picked Bam just because she wanted someone that she could torture. I don’t think she wants to torture you… I think she wants to do other things to you…”
Steve-O smiled to himself, but shook his head at Gina.
“But, yeah, consider yourself lucky that you won’t be treated as bad as Bam,” Gina yawned, snuggling down into her blankets, barely hearing Steve-O’s voice as sleep crept up on her.
“But, is she flirting with Bam?”
“I don’t think so,” Gina mumbled.
“I hope not,” Steve-O sighed under his breath.
“What?”
“Nothing. I’ll let you go to sleep now. Thanks, Gina.”
“Night.”
“But… I have one more question.”
“What’s that?”
“Were you going to pick Johnny? I mean, since you like him and all?” Steve-O asked, watching Gina closely for her reaction.
“What? I don’t…. what?”
Steve-O grinned. “He really really really really likes you.”
“What do you mean?” Gina was blushing, trying to hide it under her blanket.
Steve-O laughed, playfully pushing her. “So, it seems we find ourselves in similar situations. Good night, Gina.”
“Good night, Steve-O.”
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