Title: Loving the Enemy
Author: JeffroMattyHardy
Disclaimer: All my days in court have had no effect as WWE still does not belong to me. But I still do own Alexis Michaels. No one can ever take her away from me.
Summary: They were supposed to be enemies. They were certainly not supposed to be friends. They weren't even supposed to be seen together. So how did they fall in love?
I got this idea awhile ago and I finally started writing it down!
'Comin' in Hot' by Hollywood Undead is stuck in my head…ugh…
.*.
"Can we pretend that airplanes in the night sky are like shooting stars? I could really use a wish right now, wish right now, wish right now…"
"Your wish is my command. Here I am. Anything else?"
Jeff Hardy frowned at his older brother, Matt, tapping his pencil against the edge of his shoe. "You're so funny, Matthew," he muttered. Matt just laughed and slid into his own seat on the bus headed for Ontario High. Alexis was singing it in class and it got stuck in my head."
"Well, then transfer out of her class and get a new teacher," Matt suggested. Jeff pouted. "Well, my idea would work if she wasn't your favorite teacher."
The bus started, taking its few passengers to Ontario High School about 5 miles up the road, Toronto High School's arch-rival. The two schools were having a wrestling match against each other and the small team was headed to their enemy school.
"Hey, Shawn? Alexis?"
Two heads poked up over the seats of the first rows. One was female with short jaw-length dirty blonde hair flipped out at the ends with bangs coming down across the left eye with purple streaks and blue eyes. The other was male with a bit longer than shoulder-length dirty blonde hair held back with a rubber band at the nape of his neck hidden by a tan cowboy hat with blue eyes. Shawn and Alexis Michaels were the English and Science teachers at Toronto as well as the wrestling coaches, the brother 9 years older than the sister. "Yeah?" they asked together.
"How much longer?" The bus slowed to a stop. "Never mind."
Jeff followed Matt off the bus, the older already dressed in a pair of black kikwear pants and a white tanktop with sneakers and a duffel bag over his shoulder. Cody Rhodes and Ted DiBiase caught up with their, their hands interlocked with each other. "Who're you fighting today, Matt?" Ted asked.
"Copeland," Matt spat out angrily. "Could've been anyone else but I have to get that asshole."
"Glad to know you're already accepting defeat, Hardy."
Matt looked up at the door to Ontario, a tall teenager with long blonde hair kept back with a rubber band standing against the door, a cocky grin on his face. "Fuck off, Copeland," the elder Hardy muttered.
Adam looked Jeff up and down with an appreciative grin. "Who's the twink?" he asked.
Matt growled protectively, stepping in front of Jeff. "Stay the fuck away from him," he warned.
"Alright you two, break it up." Alexis walked in between the two, an annoyed look on her face. "Either fight in the ring or don't fight at all."
"That's a good philosophy, Miss Michaels. Care to enforce it?"
Alexis glared over at the man standing behind Adam, keeping her mouth shut. Mark Calaway was the Science teacher at Ontario and never passed up an opportunity to piss her off in one way or another. "Can't say anything, Michaels?" he asked with a small smirk.
"Come on," Alexis said, pulling Matt into the high school.
"See ya later, twink," Adam said when Jeff passed him. He watched the slight sway of the younger Hardy's hips as he walked away, grinning.
~.**.~
Jeff sat next to Cody and Ted on the hard gym floor as they waited for Matt and Adam's match to start. "You cold, baby?" Ted asked, noticing the smaller brunette shiver. He nodded.
"That's not fair!" Jeff whined when Ted moved Cody to sit between his legs, wrapping his arms around the other's chest from behind. "I don't have something warm!"
"Can't you two act like fags somewhere else?"
"Fuck off, Randy."
Randy Orton was Ted's older cousin and Cody's twice removed somewhere along the family tree. He hated the fact that two members of his family, no matter how distant, were fucking and never passed up an opportunity to bully the two younger brunettes. "Don't you have some dick to suck, Orton?" Jeff snapped, glaring up at the Ontario senior.
Randy smirked. "That's your department, Hardy-bitch," he shot back. "You're not on the team anyway. Whose dick did you have to suck to tag along?"
"Matt's my brother, I don't need any reason to come but that," Jeff muttered under his breath, drawing his knees up to his chest. "Besides, I'd never pass up a chance to see you get your ass kicked."
Randy seethed angrily. He grabbed the front of Jeff's shirt and yanked him up, their faces dangerously close together. "Why you little—"
"Orton!"
Randy's head snapped around when he heard his name, relaxing just a bit when Adam walked up. "What do you want, Copeland?" he asked, his grip on Jeff's shirt never loosening.
"Let the twink go, Orton," Adam said. "S'not like you were gonna do anything too horrible anyway. One more thing like that and you're off the team, remember?"
Randy took a deep breath. "You're lucky, Hardy-bitch," he growled. He let Jeff drop to the floor and walked away without another word.
"Thanks," Jeff muttered softly. He kept his eyes low to the ground, Cody and Ted staying quiet when Adam leaned down.
"I expect more thanks than that," he smirked. He grabbed Jeff's chin and yanked his head up before crushing their mouths together in a bruising kiss.
"What the fuck do you think you're doing!"
Matt angrily pulled Adam off and threw him toward the ring. "Get your fucking diseased mouth off my brother!" he yelled, his blood boiling at the thought of the blonde touching his baby.
"If anyone's mouth is diseased, Hardy, it's yours," Adam shot back. "God knows how many dicks you sucked to pay for school."
"At least it's better than getting fucked for tuition like you. Heard you've been with all the teachers at least 3 times. That why you're getting straight A's?"
"You wish you could fuck me, Hardy, but you're probably be like a toothpick in my ass."
"I wouldn't fuck you if you were the last person on earth, Copeland."
"Okay, this is getting stupid." Alexis stepped between the two seniors with an annoyed look on her face. "Would you two please just shut up and get in the ring and fight?"
"You will not tell my student what to do, Michaels," Mark interrupted, glaring down at the blonde.
"Watch me, Calaway," Alexis dared. She grabbed the back of Adam's neck and threw him into the ring under the bottom rope. "Matt, would you like to get in or would you like to be thrown in like Copeland?" Matt, knowing that she'd go through with it, quickly rolled into the ring himself. "Good choice."
"You can't do that to my student," Mark growled. He grabbed her chin and forced her to look up at him. "You don't know what you're getting yourself into."
"You just tell your little friend Helmsley to stay away from my brother and you keep away from me," she growled, shoving his hand off before going over to sit next to Shawn.
Cody and Ted looked over at Jeff, the blonde's hand over his mouth as he sat in shock. "Jeffy, are you okay?" Cody asked, poking his arm. He frowned when the blonde didn't respond. "Teddy, Jeffy isn't responding to my pokes!"
"Hey, Jeff, Cody's gonna cry if you don't respond," Ted warned.
Jeff snapped out of it and sat up straight, a dark blush covering his face. "Sorry, Cody," he apologized softly. "I'm just…distracted."
"Distracted by Copeland?" Ted clicked his tongue against his teeth. "Jeff, how could you?"
"What are you talking about?" Cody asked. He watched Adam and Matt circle each other in the ring. "I think he's kinda cute." Ted pouted immediately. The younger brunette noticed and immediately gave the older a kiss. "But he's not as cute as you are, Teddy."
Jeff smiled at the couple, but he turned his attention to the match. Adam noticed him staring not long after and glanced down, a smirk tugging at the sides of his mouth. Jeff blushed again. "Why are you so embarrassed today, Mr. Hardy?" Cody teased with a smile.
"That was my first kiss," the blonde admitted softly, his blush darkening. Cody looked back at Ted, the older nodding.
"Looks like you have a crush, Jeffy!" Cody announced happily. "Congratulations!"
"Jeff has a crush on who now?"
Matt rolled out of the ring; his match had barely lasted a minute. "What crush now?" he repeated.
"Jeffy has a crush on Copeland," Cody said with a smile, not realizing what he'd just unleashed.
"Fuck no."
"But, Matty—"
"I said no," Matt repeated. "In fact, I said fuck no which is a hell of a lot stronger than an actual no."
"But—"
"No buts. And Jeffrey Nero Hardy, if I so much as catch you looking at Copeland, I'll ban Skittles from the house. Do you understand?"
Jeff wanted to argue, but he knew he was beat. "Yes, Matty," he said in defeat, bowing his head.
"Good." Matt stood up straight again and grabbed his bag. "I'm gonna go change. I'll be right back."
Jeff watched the raven walk out of sight. "Matty's so mean!" he whined, crossing his arms with a pout. Cody and Ted just laughed.
.*.
Wow, long first chapter by my standards:)