Meek Kayley

"Hey!" calls out a voice from the front of the bus. "Leave him alone!"

Taylor stands up straight, an Alpha Kitty about to defend her territory against the fool that dared question her authority.

You crane your neck over the seats to see who said it and you are surprised when you find it's Kayleey, the new girl on the team that usually sat back and watched the proceeding with an air of haughtiness. Like she was too good for the team. Most of the other girls would have totally ignored her if she wasn't actually, without a doubt, the best athlete on the team.

Kayley Smith is a member of the National Gymnastics team and a Prima Ballerina that performed to the New York Ballet at the age of thirteen. She's at this school because she wanted obscurity, wanted to try and live a normal life.

You had thought when you met her that this would lead to arrogance, and the way she usually kept to herself seemed to lend it's way towards that assumption.

Now you look at it differently. Her haughty attitude could also be explained as her being disgusted. She's also never given you her homework to do. She's never said a disparaging word about you. And has actually thanked you a couple times for things.

"Who the hell do you think you are...?" Taylor starts.

"Who do I think I am? Is that your best response, T?" Kayley retorts, using a nickname that Taylor hates with a passion. "I'm a gal that performed for the New York Ballet at thirteen. I'm on the National Gymnastics team. What have you done? Oh, right you fucked your way to head cheerleader, you slut."

You look at Kayley differently, her flared hips, her tight stomach, her pert breasts. Her one point of vanity that you ever found was her belly shirts. Before her you'd never really found yourself looking at a gal's stomach, finding yourself staring above or below that body part. But Kayley's stomach had always just drawn your eyes like a magnet. You could eat off that stomach, and you are dying to know what it tastes like.

Suddenly Kayley looks at you, "You can eat breakfast off my stomach in the morning." You blink as she looks back to Taylor, "Now where were we?"