Author: LookUpI'mThere PM
This is basically an AU about Lisbon and Jane when they meet in high school. Both have their own problems but can they find each other despite that. I suck at summarys. First Mentalist fic, please R and R.Rated: Fiction T - English - Romance/Hurt/Comfort - Teresa L. & Patrick J. - Chapters: 6 - Words: 4,767 - Reviews: 22 - Favs: 8 - Follows: 25 - Updated: 03-30-13 - Published: 07-20-12 - id: 8339598
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This is my first Mentalist fanfic so I hope you enjoy. This is the first chapter New Boy.
I rapidly copied my friend Grace's maths answers to the maths homework from last night; I didn't have time to do it after taking Tommy to his soccer game. After I was finished I chucked the exercise book onto her empty desk. She was probably making out somewhere with her boyfriend Craig O'Laughlin; I didn't like him much and not because he was a senior and she was a sophmore. Grace slid in just before Mr Thomas walked in. Behind him was a blonde haired boy; he was dragging his feet and staring at the floor.
"Class, you have a new student." Mr Thomas motioned for the boy to stand in front of his desk. "Patrick would you like to introduce yourself."
The boy stood and looked up at us with gorgeous blue eyes. "Hey everybody. I'm Patrick Jane."
After that he slid to a seat in the back row. I could sense some of the girls in the class staring at him with lovestruck eyes.
After the register Mr Thomas said, "Class I want you to look after your new friend."
I left the room for English and sat down next to Grace.
"Hey," I whispered.
"Hey," she replied. "Did you see the new guy?"
"Patrick yeah. Did you get your maths book?"
"Yeah I did thanks. So Patrick, what do you think of him?"
I looked at her and her raised eyebrow. "Oh god Grace, no."
"Oh come on, he's very good looking and he looks really nice."
"I have a lot of stuff on my plate as it is," I insisted.
"Alright but you know every other girl wants a piece of him too?"
"I can tell that."
"I just want you to be as happy with someone as I am with Craig."
Mr Leighton walked in making Grace quiet, thank god. I love Grace, she's my best friend, but I don't want a boyfriend; I have Tommy and James and Alex and Dad to deal with.
"Teresa," my eyes panned up at Mr Leighton saying my name.
"Here," I replied quickly.
He continued down the register.
"Class begin reading through chapter 12 of Jane Eyre, once you've read it answer the question on the board. Patrick I'll go and get you a book, I'll be right back I want no noise."
And with that Mr Leighton left. The class begin to whisper to each other and the room was eventually buzzing with noise again. When he did return the room fell silent once more. He chucked Patrick a copy of Jane Eyre with two pieces of blank paper inside. Mr Leighton returned to his desk and I to my work. About a half hour later, the class' silence was interrupted when Mr Leighton barked at the new boy:
"Why are you not reading?"
The class' ears perked up but we all kept our eyes low as if we hadn't heard the question.
"Because I've read it before," replied Patrick.
"So why aren't you writing?"
"The real question is why are you risking your 12 year long marriage on a relationship with Miss Adams? She's not rich and you're obviously not that into her so she must have something over you. What does Miss Adams have over you Mr Leighton?"
The class all looked up at that. Some eyes panned over at Patrick but most looked at Mr Leighton's face that was growing red quickly.
"Mr Jane, leave this class immediately!" Mr Leighton barked across the room.
Patrick got up and slid out of the room, Mr Leighton followed him; we could hear barking from outside which ended abruptly with Mr Leighton's reappearance to the room. I looked back down at my work and began scribbling violently. Double english was over with the screeching sound of the bell. The corridor by my locker was busy; people were gathering which could only mean one thing: fight. I slid through to the front to see (and hear) the new boy slammed into a locker.
"Do you take it back now?" The senior who pushed him into the locker asked.
The new boy stood up slowly.
"Whatever I say doesn't change the fact that you knocked up your girlfriend or that your dad wishes you were more like your brother," Patrick replied.
That got him a punch square in the face. Once he was down on the floor the older boy began kicking him until our guidance counsellor Luther Wainwright pulled him away.
"That is enough Brad," Wainwright said to the senior. "My office now."
Suddenly I did something I rarely did, I acted on instinct.
"Do you need a hand?" I asked Patrick as I crouched down beside him.
"The nurse might be a good idea," he suggested.
I helped him up and took him to the nurse.
"There you go," the nurse handed Patrick a cloth to wipe up his nose. Her phone buzzed and she suddenly looked frantic. "Teresa could you stay with Patrick until he feels better. I'll clear it with your teachers."
"Sure," I agreed.
"Thank you," the nurse then suddenly dashed off.
I stood awkwardly, leaning on a cabinet, trying to not look at him.
"Thank you, for helping me," he pipes up, filling the silent air with sound.
"No problem," I reply. "Those things you said back there, were they true?"
"He wouldn't have gone at me if they weren't," he answered.
I could tell he was clever, a lot cleverer than most people at this school.
I placed my hand on the ice pack he was holding and moved it up slightly. He winced.
"Sorry," I replied although he'd said nothing. "But if you don't put it there you'll get a black eye."
He seemed to accept this as he left the ice pack there.
"Teresa is a very pretty name."
I giggled slightly. "Thanks. Patrick is quite nice too."
"Call me Jane."
"Call me Lisbon."
"Well it's very nice to meet you Lisbon."
Awwww poor Patrick. Anyway a review would be lovely. I hope you enjoyed it and I hope you have a good day :)