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: 14/? – The Confrontation

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"Chris." Phil knocked on the tawny blond's door, but he received no answer. "Open the damn door, Chris. I'm not in the mood to screw around. I'm tired, I'm sore, and I want my damn food."

The door opened a small crack, and Phil was able to see one of Chris' icy blue eyes. "Go rot in hell." His fingers wormed into the crack just in time to have Chris slam the door.

"Fuck!" Phil yanked his hand back and cradled his hand to his chest. "What the hell is with you, Chris?"

The silence was his only answer.

Phil narrowed his eyes at the door, as if it had committed some sort of crime. "You know what? Fine, then. Be a jackass. Because that's what you are, Chris. You're lower than shit."

Phil couldn't see inside of Chris' bedroom. He couldn't see the tawny blond, curled in on himself in the corner. Tears streaked down the teen's face as he heard every word that Phil said to him, but he didn't have the heart to make a comeback. His heart had shattered into a thousand tiny shards and he had no way of knowing if he would ever be able to collect them. So, he sat there. He made no move to answer Phil's frantic calls, and he knew that that frustrated the ravenette to no end. And… was that worry in Phil's voice?

But none of that mattered anymore. Near the end of their conversation, Phil snapped and the truth came out in floods. He told Chris was he really thought of him. And Chris was forced to wonder, if that was how Phil really felt, why didn't he just leave him in the care of his bastard father? Eventually, he would've slept off his bender and called Chris back home. They never lasted more than a week. Because this… to be so close to what he wanted and know that he couldn't have it… was torture.

MEANWHILE

"So, Adam, how have you been sweetheart? I feel like I haven't seen you in a month of Sundays." Mrs. Brooks smiled at the other blond boy affectionately.

"Good." Adam answered, before he took another bite of chicken. "How about you?"

Mrs. Brooks shrugged. "Good as well. It seems as if life has been rather uneventful these days, huh? How does the baby feel today?"

Adam smiled as he looked down at his still-flat stomach. He couldn't wait until he started to show. "She's doin' just fine, Mrs. Brooks."

"So, you want it to be a girl?" Mrs. Brooks asked.

"I know that it's gonna be a girl." Adam answered confidently.

Mrs. Brooks had been the nurse on triage when Adam had come to the hospital two weeks ago, complaining of extreme nausea, headaches, weird cravings, and restlessness. He claimed that he and his boyfriend almost always used protection, but there were a few times when they hadn't that were unaccounted for. Mrs. Brooks wasn't too worried about it. She had met Jeff and she knew that he was a nice kid. Of course, Phil hadn't told her about their little confrontation in the cafeteria, but still…

"Well, Adam, it's rather late. I don't want you to have to walk home when it's too dark… are you sure that you don't need a ride?" Mrs. Brooks asked, worried for the tall blond.

Adam shook his head. "No, I'll be fine. But thanks for the offer. If I don't make it all the way home, I may just call my host family and tell them that I decided to crash at Jeff's."

"If you're sure then…" Mrs. Brooks trailed off.

"I'll be fine." Adam assured her. He kissed her cheek, before he emptied his plate and set it in the sink. "Thank you so much for the dinner. It was delicious."

"Oh, you're welcome dear. Take care." She called after him as he walked out the front door.

The rest of the evening was rather uneventful, seeing as neither of the boys came back downstairs. She hadn't heard their conversation, but she was confident that Phil would take care of Chris. If Phil wasn't worried about the blond boy, then he would never have taken him home and brought his situation to his mother's attention. Mrs. Brooks was sure that Phil didn't have a hateful bone in his body, even for the bully that had made his life hell for the last three years. But after what she had seen, she could understand why he acted the way that he did.

Mrs. Brooks carried Selene to her bedroom and tucked her in. It was late and Selene had to be up early for her before-school program. The small child just loved to run and play with all of the other children. So, the woman leaned down and kissed her daughter's forehead, before she instructed her to say her prayers before she went to sleep. And then Mrs. Brooks retired to her own bedroom down the hall. They were in for a hefty thunderstorm tonight, and she only hoped that Phil was ready for it…

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Adam's cell vibrated in his pocket. He pulled it out and answered it. "Hello?"

"Adam, sweetheart?" It was his mother. Adam's heart sank in his chest. "Adam, it's time to come home. I've already called the school and you've been accepted. Your classes start next week."

It couldn't be true. He couldn't have been accepted. "Ma, I told you that I had to talk to Jeff -,"

He could almost hear his mother frown. "Yeah, the two of you need to talk. Didn't he turn from you when you needed him? He made it very clear that he doesn't want this child, Adam."

"But I want this child and I want him to be the father! Doesn't that count?" Adam exclaimed. He was scared and tired and all he wanted was for Jeff to hold him. "He just needs time…"

"You don't have any more time, Adam. I already called your host family. They've bought your ticket to Canada. You leave tomorrow after school." His mother said calmly.

"I don't want to come back home, Ma. I want to be with Jeff." Adam said loudly.

"I'm sorry, Adam. This isn't your choice to make." And with that, his mother ended the call.

This wasn't his choice to make? This wasn't his choice to make? Adam threw his cell down into the grass and sat down on the sidewalk in a huff. Life wasn't fair. First, he finds out that he's pregnant. Then, his mother finally manages to get him into the school of his dreams, just when the last thing on his mind is leaving Rosewood. And, to top it all off, his boyfriend wouldn't even look at him anymore. Adam felt like he was about to be sick. Slowly, he leaned back so that he was stretched out on the sidewalk. If he had his way, he'd never have to move.

Unfortunately, fate had another idea in store. Adam blinked slowly as he stared at the brilliant blanket of stars overhead, noticing for the first time the shadow of a muscular frame that hovered over him. His heart leapt into his chest as the figure stared at him for several minutes. Finally, the man straightened and Adam was able to look at his face. It was Matt Hardy, Jeff's older brother. And, at the moment, the last person that Adam wanted to see. He extended his hand to Adam and Adam reluctantly took it. Soon, Adam was back on his feet.

"You okay, kid?" Matt asked, the worry clear in his dark eyes.

"I… I'm fine." Adam lied. He looked down at the concrete sidewalk, a little embarrassed to be found the way that he had. "You don't have to worry about me. I should just head home now, as soon as I find my phone…"

"You mean this?" Matt held out the I-Phone to the taller boy.

Adam blinked slowly, before he nodded and smiled. "Yeah. Thanks."

Matt cleared his throat. "Listen, kid. I'm sorry that my brother's been a real asshole. He's just confused and scared. He doesn't understand, so he lashed out. I wish it wasn't like that, but…"

Adam shook his head. "You shouldn't have to apologize for Jeff. He's a big boy, and he's certainly old enough to take the fall-out for his own mistakes. Like I said before, don't worry about it."

"At least let me take you inside and fix you something warm to drink before you head back to your host family's house. You'll catch your death of cold out here." Matt offered.

It took Adam a moment to realize that he really had wandered over to Jeff and Matt's house. "That would be nice, actually. Jeff's not home, is he?"

"Nope." Matt confirmed. And slowly, Adam followed Matt back toward the house.

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Chris awoke to the sound of a rather loud screech from down the hall, followed by the loud crack of thunder. Unsure of what had made the noise, he slid out of bed and started toward the door. For a moment, he hesitated. But then another screech came from down the hall, and all hesitation flew out the window. Quickly, he was able to note that the source of the noise was Phil's bedroom. Not even bothering to knock on the door, Chris entered the bedroom and found and unusual sight.

Phil was huddled in the corner, thick-padded earphones on his ears. He had his music so loud that Chris could hear it on the other side of the room, and he was trembling like mad. Another boom of thunder came, followed by a soft whimper from Phil. Chris looked at him, confused. He didn't know what he should do, but when Chris looked up and Chris saw the tears that shimmered in his eyes, he walked over and knelt down in front of Phil. The ravenette didn't even notice him until he took hold of his chin and tilted his head back.

Carefully, Chris took the earphones off of Phil and tossed them aside. "Phil? What's the matter? Are you afraid of the thunder?" Chris asked.

"I… what do you care? Three hours ago, you wouldn't even talk to me!" Phil wouldn't meet Chris' eyes.

"So, because I'm such a jackass, and since I'm lower than shit, I can't be the bigger man and want to help you?" Chris hissed, before he slid down the wall and sat next to Phil.

"You know that I didn't really mean it." Phil said.

"Do I?" Chris raised one eyebrow.

Phil looked down at the floor. Another crack of thunder filled the air, and Chris hesitantly wrapped an arm around Phil's shoulders. "What crawled up your ass?"

"I…" it was Chris' turn to not want to talk. "I overheard your conversation with Jeff in the laundry room at school." He looked away from the smaller boy, ashamed.

"Oh." Phil said, before he continued. "I take it you didn't hear the whole sentence, then. To be honest, when I first met you, I really didn't like you. I thought you were a conceited prick, and I was content to keep on thinking like that. But then, I realized that all that hate was really love in disguise."

"You mean that…" Chris started hesitantly, as if he was afraid to be hurt again.

"Yeah. I went on to tell Jeff that I thought that I loved you. And now that I see how worried you are about this, I feel like I want to make it better… I want to comfort you, and I'm not the comforting kind of person. That's how I know for sure. I love you, Chris."

And then, Phil leaned in and kissed him.

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