Title: Bitter Enemies Forever?

Author: Moody Writer.

Summary: Tag to 1x10 The Turning Point. Jeremy's weird attempt to get revenge on Tyler make them both explore unknown feelings they have for one another. Will they embrace the feelings or fight them?

Warnings: M/M Slash.

Disclaimer: I own nothing except for the plot. No profit is being made out of this story. I just wrote it for fun and that's all.

Author's Note: This is my first The Vampire Diaries story. I love this pairing, so I thought I would write a little something about them. I kind of have a general idea of how I want this story to turn out, but I still haven't quite thought it through. So, I guess the updates will come slowly. Hope that doesn't put you off! Please, to take a few seconds to review after you finish reading. By the way, this story is not beta-ed so all the errors are mine. Feel free to point out any slightest mistake, whatever it was. Constructive criticism's always appreciated. Enjoy!

- Jeremy's POV -

"This is for the bruise you gave me."

Before I even finish my sentence I take one long stride towards him and crush my lips against his viciously, forcing Lockwood to take two steps backwards. It takes Lockwood a second to process what is going on: A boy is kissing him and that boy is none other than me, Jeremy Gilbert, his rival. Lockwood instinctively shuts his lips tightly, tries to pull his head away and slams his hands against my chest. I immediately grab his head with my hands; keeping him in place for as long as I can because, as much as I hate to admit it, Lockwood is stronger than me, and he is going to break free any second.

This kiss is vengeful; it's payback for punching me earlier this night when I did nothing to deserve it. Hell, I was trying to be nice and help him. He blew away all my good intentions to make truce with him and now I'm angry. I truly wanted to beat the hell out of him for what he did to me, but a better idea flashed in my mind. What would piss Lockwood more than a kiss on the lips from me? Fighting seemed a bit typical. It's actually what we basically do every single day so obviously it won't have that long, lasting impact on him like I want it to have. So, kissing him might be the craziest thing I have ever thought of and ever done, but at the same time it will be the most satisfying thing too. At least, I will feel that I have finally got my revenge.

I can't do much but press my lips against his. I want to do more than that just to add fuel to the fire. I want my taste in his mouth to linger and to stick in his mind so deep that he can't shake it off, but it's so damn hard to give a proper kissing when Lockwood is thrashing around like if he is possessed. I feel him getting more aggressive in his fighting to break free and I know that I can't hold him still any longer so I pull away just enough to swiftly lick his lips once, announcing the end of the abrupt kiss that I have started.

The next thing I know is a very hard punch is delivered to my cheekbone, right on top of the sore bruise. I stumble away and fall to the ground, landing on my right side. Lockwood takes outrageous steps towards me and straddles me. He delivers more punches to the same spot again and again.

"You pathetic bastard! How dare you?" He grabs a hold of my front shirt and shakes me. I lock my eyes with his. A great wave of satisfaction washes over me when I see the fire in his eyes. God, he's so pissed, which means that I finally got my revenge. I grin widely.

Lockwood lets out a growl and punches me again, then grips my front shirt, lifts me up roughly and crashes his lips against mine.

My eyes flow wide open, astonished. I'm frozen for seconds; my mind is not absorbing what is happening. I feel Lockwood's lips press harder, it is then when I gain composure and bring my hands against his chest and shove him hard, imitating his actions earlier, however; it doesn't budge him an inch.

My hands are flying everywhere, unskillfully punching and hitting Lockwood all over his tight body. He breaks off the kiss long enough to grab my wrists, push me down on the ground and pin my hands to the both sides of my head.

"Let me up you son of a bitch!" I yell loudly. My heart is bounding and my face is flushing both from embarrassment and anger.

A devilish smirk forms on Lockwood's lips, "What, you started this."

Hot, angry breaths escape my mouth. I grind my teeth harshly. Yes, I started this to get my revenge, but now he is using it against me. This is not supposed to happen. My attempt becomes utterly useless, and the satisfaction I had a few minutes earlier is now gone.

I look him in the eye, trying to contain my anger and clam down. He stares back at me, his expression is blank. A minute ticks by.

I close my eyes, sigh and open them again. "You know what, I'm done. I'm done playing this shit. It's not worth it. You obviously won't change. Now get off of me."

A puzzled look evident on his face. "I won't change? What are you talking about?"

"It doesn't matter. Let me up for god's sake." I wriggle my hands underneath his grip, but that only makes him squeeze harder.

"Say it."

"Why do you care?" I snap.

"Just say it," His tone is somewhat softer.

We stare at each other for a moment. I consider the possibilities silently: if I don't tell him, then he, being as stubborn as he is, will keep pushing until he hears whatever that I'm not telling, which means I won't be released anytime soon. On the other hand, if I do tell him, then what difference will it make? Nothing. He will still be the jerk he has always been, but at least I'll be up and away from him quickly. It's been a long day and I'm tired. There is nothing I want right now more than just go home and get some sleep.

I swallow, clearing my throat. "After the fight we had at school and all that drama with your dad earlier tonight, I came to you to make truce; I wanted to help you and all you did was push me away and punch me," I pause, "I was so stupid for even thinking that you might change, that maybe there's small part of you that still believes in friendship. Obviously, I was wrong. Now get off of me." The last words came out sharp, and I squirmed underneath him for emphasis.

Lockwood holds me still.

"You came out to make truce? You kidding, right?" he huffed.

"I don't care if you believe me or not. Let me up, you jerk!"

"Quit doing that," Lockwood hisses and uses his weight to keep me still, but I continue thrashing around until I hear him yell, "I'm sorry, OK? There, I said it!" That freezes every muscle in my body and paralyzes my moves. I stare at him and keep quiet, waiting.

Lockwood looks away for a moment, then turns to stare back at me. "Wrong time, wrong place." He releases my wrists and straightens up, but keeps straddling me. "I… I wasn't feeling myself earlier. I was…" a pause, "nothing felt right, I shouldn't have come here to this stupid Career Fair in the first place."

"So you decided to punch me?" Anger crawls back into me.

"If you weren't being a bitch and quit stalking me wherever I went, I wouldn't have done that to you. Besides, how the hell was I supposed to know you wanted truce if you didn't tell me, huh? You should have told me straight away. "

Now I'm really pissed. "Well, forgive me for trying to be nice then, asshole!" I shove him off of me forcefully and he falls to his left side, our legs tangle so I kick his legs away.

"Hey!" Lockwood snaps.

"Damn you, Lockwood." I say in disgust, wiping the dust off my pants roughly.

"Wait! I said it wasn't you. " I turn away from him. "Hey! Look at me. You have to tell me why you kissed me." The words rush out of his mouth.

"I should ask you the same." I give him one last, angry look and without uttering another word I turn around and walk away.

To Be Continued.