Date: Fri, 23 Jul 2004 11:23:22 EDT
From: Sunsethape000@aol.com
Subject: Frailness

Note from the author: This is the first story I have written since Pizza
Parlor and My Love, and I hope you all enjoy it. Remember, if you are not
18, go away, you should not read this. This story is a work of complete
fiction. None of its characters are real.

				 Frailness

    "Why do I always have to wait on the cute ones when I have to go to
the bathroom?" Baily playfully asked.
    She did it often, flirted with her sister's friends. It was like a
contest only she knew about. A test, really. This one, though, happened
to be very cute, and Baily could see prospects for multiple encounters.
    "I'll be out in a minute," the boy replied, pulling up his swimsuit.
If he wasn't mistaken, he would say Shannon's sister was hitting on him.
Not that he minded, the little number did more than just rouse his
interest; she was just about every man's fantasy.
     As he walked out the door, Matt looked again at Baily. This was the
first day he had ever met her, though he wouldn't mind if it wasn't his
last. She was in a bikini at the moment, her tan flat stomach with a
belly ring fully exposed. Her face was flawless, full pink lips leading
up to a pixiish nose, with wide brown eyes that begged to be lost in. Her
blonde hair was pulled up, with her bangs framing her face in the way
that made a person want to reach out and comb them back behind her ears.
    "We had strawberries upstairs, so I brought some down for you," Baily
said, holding the fruit to his lips. The boy may be cute, but he was
completely devoid a brain, she found out as he reached up and grabbed it
from her, instead of letting her feed it to him. Still, she managed to
make eye contact, and pulled him down to her level with her hand at the
back of his neck.
    "Well, don't be so selfish, I wanna taste too..." she said, before
letting her tongue make contact with his.
    She could hear his breath catch in his throat, feel his heart beat
faster, sense his excitement.
     And yet, like always, she felt nothing but a hallow in her chest,
and a sense of shame and guilt...
     ***
     "Oh god how I hate her!" Brooke laughed.
     "Yeah, the little slut is SO a walking STD," Michelle agreed. The
girls were hiding out in the bathroom between first and second period,
sharing a joint Brooke had brought with her from home that morning.
     "I heard Matt Micheals talking about how she slept with him the
other day," Michelle said as she took another hit, holding it in as a
smile tugged at her lips.
     "Oh I know, and Brent Douglas before that. What a skank," Brooke
stated, grabbing the joint from Michelle's fingers and taking another
toke. Just then, the bell rang.
     "Oh shit, we gotta get outa here," Brooke whispered, futilely
fanning the weed tainted air around her.
    Michelle was already on her way out the door, so Brooke left as well,
with an exasperated groan.
    Tally walked out of the stall, shaking her head. Another new school,
and already she wished she were not there. Her head hurt from all the
weed she had taken in vicariously, but she hadn't wanted to walk out with
the potheads still gossiping about this Baily girl. Oh, what a great year
this would be...
                                                     ***
    "Now, all of you will have a partner for the entire semester, and
before you ask, the answer is yes, I will let you choose them. However,
if I find you and your partner to be a distubence to my class, I will
have no problem with failing you, so take that into consideration..."
    Mrs. Henderson went on, speaking of the rules of the class. It was
what you would expect on the first day of school, though Tally wasn't in
the mood for it. All she wanted to do was go home and get unpacked.
    She looked around the room, coming to the conclusion that either she
had been somehow warped back to the fifties, or this small town still
considered men not to be suitable for Home Ec. class. All the girls, and
she really meant ALL girls, were already in aprons, with their haired
tied back. Some whispered to one another, though most remained quiet in
respect for their teacher. Exept one girl.
    She was in the back of the room, looking at the desk she was sitting
at. She didn't dare look up, otherwise she would be admitting to the
three or four girls giving her sideways glances and giggling to
themselves that she was aware of their prescence. She seemed beautiflul,
at least to Tally, who had never really thought of her own looks as
remarkable. Her's was the only desk with only one occupent, the other
girls having already decided not to sit with her. To single her out...
    "Alright, we don't have that much class time left, so I'll let you go
ahead and pick your partners. After you've done that, you can spend the
rest of the time talking amongst yourselves," Mrs. Henderson finally
concluded.
    It was then Tally noticed the other girl look up, a hopeful look in
her brown eyes, until she saw the other girls pick their partners,
leaving her alone. She looked down again, a deep sadness inscribed on her
face.
    Tally walked over to her.
    "Do you have a partner?" she asked softly, noticing the other girl
had tears in her eyes as she looked up.
    "Um, no, I don't...do you really want to be with me?"
    "Yeah, sure. I'm new here, so I don't really have anybody that wants
to be with me." Tally smiled.
    "Oh, well, none of the girls in this school really like me very much,
so I basically never have anyone that wants to be with me." Baily said,
forcing a grin.
    Tally could tell it was forced, could see the hurt in the other
girl's eyes when she admitted to not having many girl friends in the
school. She was also confused. Why would this girl, who seemed to Tally
to be perfectly nice, not have a lot of friends here? She certainly
wasn't geeky. Far from it, the girl was gorgeous. Tally found herself
drowning in her eyes, wanting so much to make her no longer hurt. Why,
she did not know. But, as most instictual feelings are, it was very
compelling.
    "What's your name?" Tally asked, her curiosity about the other
growing with every word they exchanged.
    "Baily. What's yours?" She asked, hopeful for the opportunity to have
someone at the school like her for a change.
    Tally's reply caught in her throat. So this was Baily. Though she may
not seem like it at the moment, Tally was sure she was bad news. After
all, hadn't she just heard in the bathroom this was a girl not to be
trusted? Now Tally realized why she hadn't had a partner. Damnit, what
did I get myself into? She probably won't work on projects at home,
she'll be so busy with boys, Tally thought. I'll be the one paying for
her sluttiness.
    "My name's Tally. You know, your reputation certainly does precede
you." Tally said icily. She didn't want to sound mean, but she was not
looking forward to a school year full of her bimbo partner slacking off.
    Then she saw it. Baily looked at her, and for an instant Tally could
see such pain in the brown depths of her eyes. Tally was so ashamed with
herself. She was about to apologize, when that pain turned into blatant
defiance.
    "Yeah, well, all the girls here are just jealous of me," Baily
replied haughtily. She had thought this Tally girl might become a good
friend, but it was obvious she was just like everyone else. Always
judging. Always gossiping about her. Well, if she won't be nice to me, no
skin off my back, Baily thought, preparing herself for another horrible
school year. Slowly but surely she built the wall around herself even
higher.
    Baily took the silence that had fallen between them to sum up her new
partner. She had light brown hair, shiny and strait, with little streeks
of blonde in places. She had large eyes, beautiful in every way
conveivable. They were bright blue, with long dark lashes that fanned out
in the most sexy way. Her skin looked soft as silk, her lips soft as rose
petals. Though Baily didn't want to admit it, she found the girl
absolutely beautiful. And intriguing.

Note from the author: I will continue the story if I get a big enough
response to it. If not, I will take the hint, and leave it be.
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