Title: Don't Mess With The Best
World: AU
Rated: M (Mature)
Genre(s): Romance
Pair(s): Chris/Phil, Jeff/Adam, Mark/Hunter, Bret/Shawn, etc.
Summary: Chris Jericho is Rosewood Academy's resident bully, who constantly harasses Phil and his two best friends, Adam and Jeff. Phil and Jeff couldn't care less, but it starts to really affect Adam's self-esteem. But when Phil stands up for his friend, Chris kisses him. Is it true? Can a bully love?
Disclaimer: I don't own anyone, besides my OCs.
Warning: Slash, Mpreg
Part: 1/? – Introduction
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It was the first day of school and Phil raced down the halls, his Calculus textbook underneath his arm, as he searched for the room labeled 209. He had almost reached his destination when the bell chimed, which marked him late. On the first day of school, no less. He let loose a slew of curses under his breath, before he slowed down and walked over to the door. Phil wandered over to the open door, and when he walked inside, he earned an odd look from Mr. Michaels, his math teacher. The only reason that he wasn't reprimanded was because he had had Mr. Michaels last year, and he knew about Phil's issues at home.
Mr. Michaels silently motioned to a seat in the back row, where he knew that Phil liked to sit. Phil smiled and nodded in silent thanks, before he walked over and took a seat. The desk was old and rickety, with words inscribed on the wooden, yellow surface. But Phil couldn't have cared less. Mr. Michaels then continued down the list of names as if their little silent conversation had never occurred. Olive colored eyes roamed around the classroom, taking note of where all of the friends that he had made last year sat. Jeff and Adam sat in the row in front of him on the other side of the room, their seats so close that they almost touched. Phil smiled a little at that.
Trish, Amy, Mickie, Natalya, and Beth all sat in the front row. It made sense, Phil reasoned. Each was extremely intelligent and attentive… and they were also Teacher's Pets. Matt Cardona was in the next row, stretched out in his seat and, most likely, fast asleep. His girlfriend, Eve Torres, sat beside him, a look of boredom on her pretty face. The entire school knew that she had stepped out on Matt several times, but the poor kid just couldn't see it. Cena and Lesnar sat two seats down. Phil never understood that relationship, but he wasn't one to judge others. Cena's best friend, Randy Orton, was in the year below them. And that left only one…
"Well, if it isn't the little Punk. I see you cut your hair. You don't look like so much of a pansy now." Chris Irvine smirked, before he kicked the base of Phil's desk and almost knocked it over.
Phil nodded. "Yeah. I cut my hair. So what? I see that you have your bitch-face on."
"I'm the one with the bitch-face?" Chris' eyes widened, as if he was truly shocked. "No. Actually, I think the one with the bitch-face is your friend Adamina."
"You're such an ass. No wonder you don't have any friends." Phil said.
"It's better to be an ass, then to be a cocksuckin' bitch. And you would know all about that, wouldn't you Phil?"
Phil frowned. "Leave me alone, Chris."
Chris shook his head. "Is it possible? Is the Great Phil Brooks actually afraid? I didn't think that this day would come. I think I'll have to take a picture to remember the moment."
Chris took out his I-Phone and snapped a photo of Phil, who frowned at the older blond man. "You know, now I know why I've never seen you with a date. If you're this much of an ass with everyone, you don't deserve to be loved."
Phil turned away so fast that he missed the look of hurt on Chris' face. "Oh? Is that so?"
Phil didn't answer. Instead, he turned his attention toward the Smart Board at the front of the classroom. Mr. Michaels had put their warm-up on the screen, and was currently passing out the dark blue formula sheets to show how to complete the complex equations. Chris shifted uneasily, Phil's words still ringing in his ears. Did he really not deserve to be loved? Did Phil really hate him that much? Chris' look of unease slowly melted into a look of frustration, and he tore the formula sheet into little strips, rolled them into balls, and started to throw them at the side of Phil's head. Phil twitched, but didn't turn to face Chris.
"Well, maybe I don't want to be loved. Did you ever think of that?" Chris hissed lowly, so as to not attract the attention of the teacher. "I don't need love. I derive satisfaction from watchin' idiots like you cry."
"Well, then, I'm sorry to say that you'll receive no satisfaction today." Phil said steadily.
"Boys!" Mr. Michaels snapped from the front of the classroom. "Would you care to enlighten us about this ever-so-important conversation? Or would you rather join us in our class discussion?"
"Fucker…" Chris muttered beneath his breath.
"What was that, Mr. Irvine?" Mr. Michaels asked, one dark blond eyebrow raised.
Chris looked over at Phil. "I didn't say a word, Mr. Michaels."
Shawn flinched a little at the condescending tone, and Phil shot Chris a scowl. Everyone knew that Shawn had been in love with the former Health teacher, Bret Hart. They had three children together, and had planned to get married. That was, until a freak accident took Bret from this world prematurely. Shawn still wore his engagement ring, and close friends doubted that he would ever date again. Just the fact that Chris would prey on that memory made Phil's stomach churn. He didn't know what had made Chris so hard, but then, he didn't really want to know. After all, the less he had to do with Chris Irvine, the better…
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Phil wandered out onto the track. The first activity of the year was soccer, and across the field, the cheerleaders had their free period. Olive eyes flickered around, before they landed on Matt and Tommy (more commonly referred to as Crimson for his dark red hair). Matt kissed the smaller red-head softly, gently rubbing the man's protruding stomach. It was rumored that Tommy's father had disowned him after he found out that he was with another man, and was pregnant by that man no less, and Tommy had moved in with Matt and his family. They were in love, that much was obvious. Phil frowned. He wished that he could find love like that.
"Phil!" The ravenette turned around in time to see two young women race over to him, their bodies wet and cold with water from the stream. "Welcome back, baby!"
"Lilly!" He picked the small blond up off of the ground and swung her around. Her dainty chuckle was like music to his ears. "Holy shit, you're heavy! What did you have for breakfast? Bricks?"
Lilly slid out of his arms and punched his shoulder playfully. "What did you do, then? Swallow a boat?"
"Very funny, Lills."
"I know. I crack myself up." Lilly said sarcastically.
Annalisa touched a hand to Phil's shoulder. "We went to see Dad after Calculus let out and he was in tears. Did your buddy Jericho have somethin' to do with that?"
Phil nodded. "He may have mocked his relationship with Bret."
"That damn bastard doesn't even know the half of it." Annalisa hissed viciously.
Mr. Helmsley-Calaway and Mr. Calaway blew the whistle to start Phys. Ed. "I have to head back over to class, you two. But I'll see you after school. Maybe Jeff and Adam will come to see a movie or somethin'."
"That sounds fantastic, Philly. We'll see you then." The two beauties chimed.
Phil leaned in and kissed each softly on the cheek, before he watched them run off to rejoin the rest of the cheerleaders in their pre-workout stretch. Phil wandered back over as Coach Mark Calaway (who led teams like the Boy's Track & Field, Boy's Basketball, and Football) started to take attendance for the class. Once your name was called, you were sent out to the field by Hunter Calaway to start five laps around the track. Phil's name was called, but not before he noticed the odd look that Chris sent him from the other side of the field. If he looked closely, it almost looked like Chris was pained.
He turned around, not giving the idea much thought. Chris, pained. Yeah right. And if it was true, what did he care? It wasn't like Chris had ever given two shits about him. Hell, if he weren't as big as he was, Chris probably would've shoved him in a locker like he did to poor Evan. The kid never did come back to Rosewood. Phil was pulled out of his silent reverie by a soft moan. He looked around, confused as to the sound's origin. And then, his eyes fell on the old wooden bleachers. Jeff and Adam were curled underneath the bleachers, wrapped around each other lovingly, kissing lazily. Phil smiled.
"Yo! If you don't want to incur the wrath of the Deadman, I recommend you start to make your way to the track. He's not in the best of moods today." Phil said.
Jeff drew back and offered Phil a small smile. "Thanks. C'mon, Addy."
"Comin' Jeffy." Adam said, before he interlocked his hand with Jeff's.
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A/N: Well, there's the first chapter. Please remember to review! Reviews – Faster Updates!