Ok I know it's like the 3erd time I have posted this but I realy can use all the betaing I can get so when some one offers I jump. Again thank you to Aeir1 and not to Mazzy as well for all your help and putting up with me pestering you.

As for the story I hope you all enjoy my first romance story in all it's fluffy glory

True Love is Never Easy

Persy (Persephone Mason)

I hate him, no I love him. Okay, what I really want to do is
hit him. Instead I will just ignore him. Not that he will notice with his face
planted in his latest fling's neck as she sits on his lap. I wonder what is up with him. Usually Brennan is much more sensitive than to make out in front of me, with one of his yes girls.

Sigh…

At this point I'm sure you are wondering why it's such a big deal to
me that my brother's best friend is making out with someone in front of
me. Honestly, I wonder about this all the time myself and almost wish I
did not know the answer, but it's kind of hard to ignore the fact I have
been in love with him since I was 5 years old.

God, did he have to sit right in front of me too? Giving into a childish
urge, one I'm sure he would enjoy tormenting me about later, I swing my
leg hard and kick him under the table. The only indication that he
notices is that he stops nibbling on bimbette's neck and smirks at me.

Yep, I am going to regret that action especially as it had not even
resulted in even a tiny yelp of pain, and now he was looking at me with
his moss green eyes with way to much glee. The bastard had set me up!
She figured out as the pieces of the puzzle to his behavior fell into
place he was looking for a fight with her.

"Feeling neglected Phony?" he asked in a tone of voice and using a
nickname that just confirmed my suspicions about being set up for a fight.

"How could I when your giving me so much attention, it's not everyday
you put on a show for me, Beany" I shoot back watching with
satisfaction as me calling him on his actions brought a light blush to
his high cheek bones. The boys at the table with them suddenly got quiet
with anticipation for one of our school famous fights. I could see
some had even pulled out the popcorn having started popping it when they
saw Brennan sit down in front of me with his latest fling. I rolled
my eyes at them and turned my attention back to Brennan.

God, he was beautiful and disgustingly perfect, well if you did not
count the emotional retardation as flaw that is.

Okay, here is the low down on Brennan O'Reilly. He's as Irish as his
name suggests accent and all. He just turned 18, tall... very tall, as
in 6 foot 4 tall. Being the stupid jock that he is, he is of course
,broad and muscular, star of both the football and soccer team. And if
that cliche is not enough for you he is rich to boot, extremely rich.

Of course this is not such a big deal at Canterbury Academy for the
gifted. Generally speaking you had to be rich (as well as gifted in some
way to get in) in order to pay the tuition, unless you got in on a
scholarship, but mostly we were all wealthy. He was just richer then
most. Oh yeah, and if all that is not enough for you he had an IQ of 180
hence how he had gotten into the school. The boy was not just smart he
was uber smart and had made it into the school's academically gifted
program, not the athletics one as most would first assume. He even
already had a doctorate in Physics.

How is this possible, since we are all only in high school? Well that
was the whole thing about the academy it let the special people (as they
liked to call us) experience high school life and be teenagers while
still advancing us educationally at the level of our gift.

Now don't look at me like that, because I am no genius... more of a
prodigy is how I like to think of it. I had gotten in the academy's arts
program. More specifically the music department. I could play the piano
and violin by the age of 6 like a pro and was starting to write my own
symphonies by the age of 10. Not to toot my own horn, but Music is
easy for me. It called to me. It is my obsession. There was only one thing I
loved more and that was him, the cold hearted basted.

Blowing a red curl out of my eye, I could see the bimbette glare at me.
She was just dying to lay into me, but was holding her tongue. She was
smarter then I had given her credit for, because the last one of his
sluts to do that in front of him got dumped publicly and viciously (as
only he could do it). It had been so harsh and public that she had
left the school rather than face the embarrassment of it. Which only
made Brennan nastier about it after the fact.

Brennan was glaring at me his jaw clenched hard. He was pissed that his
plan had backfired on him and that I now had the upper hand which was
probably driving him crazy, the control freak. I know he would not say
a thing until he is sure what he said will put him back into the
drivers seat.

Raising an eyebrow at him in challenge, I felt a hand on my shoulder
giving it a squeeze.

"Bren, Persy drop it okay? The last thing I want to have to put up with
this year is another slide show. An ode to the fights between the two of
you and yet again at the closing of the year ceremony... so do you two
think we could start out this year right and avoid that hardship
please?" I heard my brother Paris plead.

I could feel the tension thicken as Brennan turned, his jaw clenched,
to glare to Paris. He hated when Paris interfered between the two of us.
More then one nasty fight between the two friends had started that way.
Paris being the only other person, than me, not in awe or fear of
Brennan. He was often jumping in between us and trying to play
peacemaker, protective older brother, or best friend.

The tension and quite was suddenly broken by Jake Mackey's successfully
throwing of a bun at my brothers head and shouting "Shut your trap
Mason! It may be torched for you, but the rest of need some kind of
entertainment." He grinned at them, as the rest of the boys laughed and
agreed with him, a few even following his lead of chucking there buns at
Paris Mason's head. None of which made contact with his head, now that
he was prepared for them.

To the great glee of the boys at the table with them. Brennan finally
took the upper hand again. Smiling at Paris, without even looking at the
girl on his lap, "As you wish Mason." He then proceeded to shove the
bimbette off his lap onto the floor and turn his full attention to me.
He ignored the screech from the bimbette, as she jumped up and stormed
off. Reaching across the table and taking my hands in his, he leaned
slightly across the table he brought them up to his mouth and brushed a
kiss across my knuckles. My breathing accelerating, My heart thudding painfully in her ribcage, as he met my eyes and held them with his.
I was so absorbed in Brennan that I did not notice Paris nervously
twitching in the chair next to me in apprehension. Or that the rest of
the boys had gone silent again, munching eagerly on their popcorn just
waiting for it to happen.

Brennan slowly smiled at me, the dimple in his left cheek showing up,
making my knees melt.

"I know it cant be easy to still be a virgin at your age, dear Persy, love…" he rubbed my knuckles with his thumb. I felt my mouth go dry, knowing it was going to be bad, but still too
wrapped up in his hypnotic gaze, and at being called love, to stop it
from happening, "so when ever your ready to finally lose the cherry, you
let me know I still have an hours worth of charity work I have to do to
get that extra credit," he tilted his head at me, the knee melting smile
having melted from his face to leave in place a face of cold granite.

I started to shake and red blinded my vision. The only sound in the
cafeteria the sound of her brother's hissing exhale, as everyone has
stopped to watch what was promising to be the worst fight ever even the
boys at the table with them had stopped munching on their popcorn. All
of them were clinging to there seats in anticipation of what was to come
next.

It was as if time had paused itself for a second and then burst in to
fast forward to make up for the small stop in it. As her brother said
harshly, "Too far Brennan." The cafeteria came back to life, loudly
whispering about what was just said. Before he could do anything, I
grabbed the lunch of the boy to the left of me, which to my great
satisfaction was a bowl of Zoodles, and dumped it on Brennan O'Reilly's
head. Taking a brief second to enjoy my handy work, I quickly looked him
over. I was more then a little happy at the site he presented. My
particular favorite part was the lion on his nose. I quickly grabbed my
books and took off just as the sounds of my brother leaping across the
table and a fight between him and Brennan broke out.

And to think this was only just the first day of the new school year.