I know I have other fics to deal with but I couldn't help it...this one plagued my mind (because of a 2-parts dream including Cho's conversation with Jane in this part, and a lovely red dress that will appear later). Just a five-or so chapters fic. Hope you'll enjoy reading this as much as I had fun writing it xD

And thanks to my half-beta for checking this!

Warning: Teenage AU, nothing too serious :D

Disclaimer: The only thing I own here is my imagination and my obsession with AU ;D

Best Enemies -1

Virgil Minelli was not difficult. He didn't need extraordinary adventures to be content with his life; his school running fine, his wife not acting too annoying, his kids not being too bothersome and his couch. As long as he could live a tranquil life, he was satisfied.

But then, three years ago, the source of his current headaches registered into his school. The funny thing was, the very moment he saw Patrick Jane and Teresa Lisbon pass the doorstep of the building, he felt his peaceful days were about to vanish. And the very second day of their arrival, he had a good snapshot of what he would be getting in the next three years.

The two teenagers had had a very… colourful argument; about gentlemanliness and ladylikeness. And it ended with a fist fight right under his window.

That kind of incident hadn't happened to him since… ever!

Granted he had been warned about their respective hot temper and stubbornness by his colleague from Junior High. And their extreme dislike of each other. But he had never expected… this! Their interaction was far from being mere dislike; they loathed each other. Not one day passed before he would hear complaints about their behaviour, or one week without them showing up in his office. Like right now.

Before him, a curly blond haired boy of seventeen and a dark-haired girl same age were sitting behind his desk, arms crossed and looking clearly annoyed. Or rather, clearly annoyed to be sitting next to their best enemy. Especially when he had a nice black eye and she had a finger tightly bandaged.

Had it been just verbal assault, Minelli would have looked away. But this time, they had physically harmed the other and he couldn't ignore it.

If only they didn't hate each other that much, they would be the perfect students. Despite being pests with each other, both were agreeable with their teachers, had straight A and B+ in every class. Both were trustworthy and hard workers. Patrick was a very charming, entertaining young man who was just filled with self-confidence and assurance. Teresa was a strict and reliable young woman, very serious in her studies… And he knew their personal lives hadn't been a piece of cake for either of them.

Patrick was living with his father, a former carnie, until a cop figured out he was being beaten and since then, was living with an old aunt or something, a very severe woman who kept a close eye on his education. Teresa's mother was hit by a drunk driver, which had devastated her father. She had to play the role of the mother until her dad met Christie Wagner three years prior, her current mother-in-law.

In short, they were admirable and strong model students –if you took back the constant tension between the two of course.

"What happened this time?" he asked, trying to remain calm.

"Nothing sir" they both replied in unison.

Another thing he resented and was unique about them. Even though they hurt the other themselves, they would never allow someone else to pick on their hated companion. He knew that they would put the blame on the other, but only behind closed doors.

"All right, if you don't want to talk, I'll have to put you two in detention."

The two teenagers nodded, apparently expecting his verdict. That depressed Minelli even more. He could have tried expulsion for a few days, but that wouldn't change a thing and those two were his ace-students after all. Not to mention the whole student community who would protest to support their idols. He sighed again.

"You know what, this won't change anything. Forget the detention; you are dismissed" he growled annoyingly. "Next time, just make sure you harm each other outside the school."

His change of opinion didn't seem to surprise them either. To his utter annoyance, both had excellent poker faces and rarely betrayed their true feelings in front of him or other teachers. Masks. They always wore masks in public. Except when they were arguing.

"Good afternoon sir" they replied, standing up and heading to the exit unhurriedly.

"Yeah, good afternoon" he growled, shaking his head. Really, if they didn't hate each other so much, they would be such a great couple…

And Minelli was right, since as soon as they were far enough from the headmaster's office, the two teenagers turned to face each other, a nasty glare on each face.

"That was your fault" Teresa hissed angrily. "You shouldn't have shut the door so quickly."

"I'm sorry I didn't see your finger was in the opening" he replied, narrowing his eyes. "And don't be a whiny; your finger will be better in no time. I didn't deserve that punch."

"You knew I was just behind, jerk" she growled, tightening her fist again. "And if you're not happy, I can punch you again."

Patrick laughed and replied sarcastically.

"Yeah, like you will actually touch me this time. It didn't even hurt, for the record… you punch like a girl."

To his words, the young woman greeted her teeth.

"Careful with what you say blondie. I…"

She was interrupted by a teacher stepping out of his office and demanding some silence. After a respective accusing glare, the two teenagers parted ways.

-BE-

Patrick Jane hurried to the library, where he knew his best friend Kimball Cho would be settled. After greeting politely the librarian, Mrs Hightower, he headed to the back of the building. As he expected, the Asian teen was sitting in a couch, firmly concentrated on his reading.

"Hey man" the blond young man said to announce his arrival. His friend merely nodded and went on reading impassively. Patrick sat at the closest table, took out his stuff and started working on the latest essay his literature teacher had given them for the next day. Fifteen minutes had passed when a fair-haired girl arrived and stopped at the blonde's table.

"Hi Patrick" she said on a mewing tone. "How are you?"

The teenager didn't even glance at the newcomer.

"Good afternoon Kristina" he replied dryly. That made the girl chuckle amusingly.

"You are so cold Patrick. Not so long ago, never you would have dared speak to me like this."

"Not so long ago you were cheating on me with John. And I don't date cheaters. Now find someone else to take you to prom, will you?"

Kristina teased a lock of her hair and pouted.

"Really, that was just a mistake Patty. I swear I won't do it again. And I miss you…"

This time, he raised his head and narrowed his eyes at his ex-girlfriend.

"You are a snake Kristine and we are done. Go bother another sucker and leave me alone. Now."

The girl shrugged and dropped before leaving:

"Whatever. Don't come to cry after me when you find no-one… And for the record, John screws better than you do. Bye Patrick."

The teen growled something and went back on his homework. Once Kristina was out of sight, Cho muttered:

"Don't let her go under your skin. She's just a bitch."

Patrick sniggered.

"Don't worry Cho, I know."

"Why did you even start dating her?"

"Honestly, I have no idea" the blonde replied, deeply concentrated in his essay. "But I'm glad I've dumped her sorry ass."

Nothing was said for a moment. One thing Patrick liked about the school library was the privacy. Only extremely serious students would come there to work and Mrs Hightower was scary enough to keep at bait his fangirls and any bothersome parasite. This was the only place he would be free to talk with his friends –mainly Cho, who was getting quite some attention since he was the star running back of the football team and only find peace in his passion for books.

Patrick suddenly put down his pen and stared at his friend.

"I'm in big trouble, Cho."

The Asian teen turned a page of his book.

"You are always in trouble" he pointed out deadpan. "You just came out form Minelli's."

"I think I'm falling for a girl."

His friend glanced at him in puzzlement.

"Oh yeah?"

"Yeah" Patrick replied worryingly. "And that sucks."

Cho went back to his reading.

"You're falling for a girl; so what? You're scared your fan club will scalp her? Or that Kristina will scare her off? Or even Teresa will do her bodily harm?"

Patrick shook his head.

"You're not getting it. I think I'm falling for Teresa."

This time, Cho stopped reading and stared at his friend in disbelief.

"You're kidding man. You've been beating the crap out of each other since kindergarten."

"I know!" Patrick snapped. "I hate her guts all right, but lately I can't stop staring at her ass and her boobs and her amazing green eyes… and I just want to punch those guys when they're checking her out, and I want to kill Sam because he's dating that idiot and screwing Mandy behind her back and despite she's just a touchy, stick-in-the-ass, grumpy chick, she's still amazing and… Oh God I did it again."

"I thought you were atheist" the Asian teen cut, deadpan.

"I am" the teenager protested. "But I've just complimented her twice in one sentence…"

"And insulted her as much" Cho pointed out.

"But that's not the worst" Patrick ignored his friend's interruption, too caught up in his babbling. "I'm having these hot dreams about her…"

"As half of the guys at school and a few girls do."

"And I know I'm attracted to her since I'm a freshman –heck I almost had sex with her two years ago…"

"You –say what?" Cho literally dropped his jaw, stunned. "How did that happen?"

The blond teenager rubbed his face in his hand tiredly and sighed.

"Remember that presentation on Macbeth from Shakespeare? The one Mrs Scott tried to pair us on, our first year." When his friend nodded, he went on: "We were in her room, arguing as always about that stupid thing and she tripped over a notebook or something and fell over me and for some reason we started making out." He paused, remembering the scene. "She was so hot in that tiny top and skirt and she smelled so good and I swear she tastes like… did you know she used a cinnamon body lotion?"

Cho shook his head, not exactly at ease anymore.

"I didn't and seriously man, I think I can do without the details."

"Yeah, sorry" he replied absentmindedly. "So, a thing led to another and we were almost done with the undressing when her father just opened the door and busted us and I ran for my life out of the house 'cause I swear he has that huge rifle next to the entrance…" Patrick suddenly cleared his throat, embarrassed by the memory. "Anyway, where was I?"

"Describing your almost screwing with the girl you've been in competition for thirteen years."

Patrick smirked in amusement at his words, before sighing deeply.

"What the hell is wrong with me? I can't come across her without wanting to pin her to the wall and having my way with her."

"That's lust Patrick" Cho informed him deadpan. "Noting to do with love."

The blond boy shook his head.

"When I kicked John's ass two months ago… I didn't give a damn about Kristina cheating on me but he made Teresa cry. He told her Sam was screwing Mandy –for which I am glad since she didn't believe me, but he teased her nastily about it after she dumped him. She has cried enough throughout her life… she didn't need that son of a bitch rubbing salt in her wounds."

Cho shook his head before sighing.

"May I remind you, you've made her cry a lot too."

"No I didn't" the blonde protested. "I made her angry and scream and broke a few bones on the way, but I never made her cry. Not that way. Shit" he grumbled, letting his head fall on his open palms. "What am I going to do now?"

Cho bit his lower lip, unsure of what to do, or say for the matter. Since he had known Patrick in kindergarten, he and Teresa were in conflict and pulling stunts on each other. Sometimes, there would be moments of peace but they never lasted long. And during those short periods, it was obvious they could be… friends. The thought was, however, extremely odd. If Patrick and Teresa showed up one day at school holding hands, a few people would have a heart attack for sure.

"That's it!" Patrick suddenly claimed out loud, earning a few disapproving glances from other students sitting nearby. When the Asian man nodded with curiosity, wondering what his friend had come up with this time, he went on: "I got a plan now… I'm going to invite her to prom. It will be the worst evening of our student's lives and she'll cheer up a little. Isn't that perfect?"

And Cho sighed. While he failed seeing the logic of the blonde's reasoning, he just felt this was a very, very bad idea. Not only he was very likely going to bother the girl again and again until she agreed, but he was also going to piss her off and be rewarded by a few bruises along the way. How that was going to cheer up Lisbon and how will it make him deal with his so-call newly discovered feelings he didn't know. One thing he was sure of though: neither of them would come unscratched out of this new future mess.

"You are dead, man" he just replied, turning another page of his book.

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