Lollipop Luxury

A/N: Alright! So yes, this is something new with a strange and unusual pairing that I've always held dear and favored—as well as put them together in more than a few stories of mine. Aha, but yeah, I kinda already know where this is going, and don't worry, I will keep working with "Justify My Love" and "When You Least Expect It" but I simply just HAD to write this idea out. Hope you enjoy this small little teaser!

Summary: What is one to do when the one person you want seems to want everyone but you? Well, in Paul's case he tries every romantic trick he knows in hopes of finally wooing Brady. But as Paul learns, not everyone is looking for a trick. Some just want romance.

Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight, only my wildly erotic imagination involving those fuck-hot werewolves.

Cherry

Really, I wouldn't have cared if it were anyone else. But it wasn't anyone else. It was Brady Fuller. Really, I couldn't help but stare as I watched that damn sucker pass through his lips again and again. Damn, not only did his lithe, petite body turn me on when I'd see him stretching out on the grass with the other cheerleaders, but having to watch his lips forming a small 'O' shape as he pulled the sucker from his mouth. Fuck, I had it bad for a fucking ra-ra boy. Isn't that some shit? Paul Meraz, bomb-ass wide receiver of this fucking high school's football team, was dying to get with a fucking male-cheerleader.

Damn, why did I have to be thrown into this damn "Study Hall" class with him? I mean, what the fuck is the point of this damn class anyway? Nobody studies, the teacher doesn't teach or reprimand anyone—the students just fucking talk, eat, sleep…do whatever! Really though, this class was the class that most of the sports people took to get less of a work load and chill out with their friends. When I say sports though, I mean the same people that play a sport throughout the entire year and the girls on drill or cheer team—and that included Brady.

It was no secret that Brady had…I don't want to say he'd been around the block, but he'd definitely walked down the street. I know for a fact that he'd blown my friend Jared in his truck one night at an after-game party, he'd let my homeboy Jacob fuck him in the bathroom at his house when they were working on a project together, and as for Sam…well it was no secret that Sam and Brady had a little thing going on for some time over the summer and in the beginning of this school year. As for me, well I'd been just a tad chicken shit about hooking up with him since…well…fuck, because I actually really like him. We'd only talked a few times, but it had been enough to start that infatuation.

Fuck, I wanted him so badly and sitting a few seats—six in total—away, watching him work that damn sucker is like torture.

"Try talking to him." Jacob's voice cut through my haze.

I turned a heated glare to him and simply grunted. He knew—as did Jared, Sam, Emmett McCarty whom is a fellow football player, and Rosalie Hale, his girlfriend and the cheer captain or head cheerleader…whatever—about my little crush on Brady, just like he knew about why I was so damn hesitant about this whole thing. Brady had shot me down once already when I'd ask him out a few months ago—back in the beginning of the year after he and Sam were done—and hadn't said more than a few words to me here or there, let alone hang out with me at parties or in school.

"I saw him flirting with that little Newton fucker this morning." I ground out, dropping my head down onto my folded arms on my table.

"Then do something about it, bro!" He encouraged me enthusiastically with a punch to my bicep.

Lifting my head to glare at him again I said with frustration, "If I knew what the fuck I had to do to get him to be with me, do you think I'd be sitting over here with you alone?"

With a shrug and a small snicker, Jacob simply slouched in his seat next to me.

The tables were set up in rows in the classroom, each row containing six seats, and Brady was one row in front of me, on the opposite end, so basically on the other side of the room. Nobody sat to my left since I was sitting at the end of the row, as Jacob sat to my right, then it was Sam, followed by Jared, and finally Emmett and Rosalie finished off the row. Rosalie sat directly behind Brady, who was turned in his chair so his body was facing my direction so that he could communicate with the other people on the squad—I only knew Seth, who was currently dating Jacob, Kim, Alice, and Collin. The other girls, and the one other guy, were just nameless faces to me. Everyone else in the other rows were doing their own thing while the football guys and the cheer team socialized within their own cliques.

"Babe, c'mere!" Jacob called out, causing me to lift my head again and watch as Seth stood with a smile from his chair—only one away from Brady's mind you—and walk to stand on the other side of our table, pressed between the edge of it and the people in front of us' chairs.

"What's up babe?" He asked, his medium pitched, yet soft and gentle voice asked.

"Hey, what's up with B? Is he trynna get with that Newton kid or what?"

As Brady was made the topic of our conversation, I sat up straight in my chair and looked expectantly at Seth, "No, but Mike was flirting with him this morning and Brady simply went along with it because…well I don't know. But I know for a fact that B doesn't like Mike at all, really. Why?"

Jake simply gave me a small look and smile and that clued Seth in as he let out a small "Aww."

"Fuck you guys." I ground out again as I turned my head just a bit to be able to get Brady in my line of vision but making it seem like I was looking at Jacob.

"You've got it bad, man." Jacob snickered, "Thanks babe…what're you guys giggling about over there?"

"Well, it just so happens that Brady was telling us about Mike when you called me over here." He smiled, "I'll talk to you later, kay babe?"

"Yeah, sure baby."

As we watched Seth walk back to his seat, I noticed Brady looking in our direction—but for my own sake, I'll say he was looking in my direction—with that damn red sucker pressed against his lips as he'd sucked it down to the size of a nickel, a curious look in his eyes. But as they seemed to meet with mine, his nose scrunched up a bit, but the small smile that played on his lips made me think that it was some emotion other than disgust. Then he turned to laugh at something that one of his friends around him at said that was out of earshot for me.

"Rosalie just text me saying she has something to tell you after class." Jacob informed me, pulling my gaze to see him gazing down at his hand by the pocket of his jeans where he held his phone—the classic text during class position—before he showed me his phone, "Says it's about you-know-who."

With a blush, I had to wonder: Were they…were they talking about me?

A/N: Short? Yes. Hahaha, but as it goes with all my stories, the first chapter is just a sort of…introduction or test-run, really. Aha, so yeah, lemme know what you thought in a review! Hahaha I actually really don't have a clue as to your guys' reaction will be to this…but I have to say that I like this idea a lot! So lemme know what's going on in your mind with this.

With Love,

GoinnGaGa