Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. El Sobador By ElSol Chapter 1 Sometimes I wonder if anyone should count high school a success. The people who hate those four years will spend the rest of their lives wishing they could change things. It's a tragedy some jocks, cheerleaders, and popular kids look back twenty years later and see the BEST time of their life. There's even something sad about the ones who never look back. For two years, four months and seven days of my high school life, my destiny was to spend thousands of therapy dollars to let some stupid teenage shit go. Fortunately, fate had plans for me and no intentions of waiting for graduation. ---- "You, freshman!" a female voice yelled. Not being a freshman, I kept looking for an isolated spot to have lunch. Truth be told, I could sit anywhere and the area would have cleared out. It was so obvious, sometimes I smelled myself to make sure it wasn't a body odor thing. "His name is Mateo, Bailey." I turned to stare at the cheerleader table. I could have called the cheer crowd, jocks, and popular kids the bane of my existence, but I was so far beneath their notice that being picked on was a step up. Magdalena Ramos put a hand on Bailey Rose's shoulder, "He's in our year." Bailey's blue eyes struggled to focus on me. "I don't know him." I snorted before trying to find an empty lunch seat. "Don't turn your back on me!" Bailey hissed. It's fine to say getting picked on was a step up in the social ladder but I liked not having to eat shit. I turned to face the Queen of our school and her royal court, "What?" Our town saw a population explosion around the same time of my birth. The high school seniors were outnumbered by every other class year. It gave Bailey the votes to be captain of the cheerleading team as a Junior. I wasn't the only outsider who found it amusing to watch the Senior girls tread carefully around her. "My shoulder hurts," she told me. I ground my teeth together at the haughtiness in her voice. "Rub it for me." The request was so completely ludicrous I froze. Bailey knew how crazy her words sounded because she waited for me to recover from the shock. I glanced at the six foot six massiveness of the basketball team captain, aka. Reggie, and more importantly, Bailey's boyfriend. Or not? He looked down at his food and shoved a forkful into his mouth. Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed one of the Senior cheerleaders trying her damnedest NOT to be caught looking at Bailey, the six-six behemoth, or me. "I got injured last year," Bailey told me. "It's acting up again and the only thing that helps is a massage." I got it--'maybe' Bailey's shoulder hurt, 'maybe' she was exercising her power over the masses, but 'definitely' it had a lot more to do with how her boyfriend and the other cheerleader couldn't look at us. In that moment, I could have cut Bailey by walking away. She lost face from what had to be a straying boyfriend. To have her quasi-authority ignored by the high school nobody might have toppled her high school regime. On the other hand, Bailey could still make my life hell. The fact she pushed her cheer-sweater and bra strap off her shoulder while looking at me through her eyelashes had nothing to do with my capitulation. I set my lunch tray down at their table. Walking behind Bailey, I did my best to ignore everyone in the cafeteria. Bailey was hot: five foot three, blonde hair, maybe a C cup (Hey! Breasts are important to high school boys), and dark blue-eyes. I didn't have much post-puberty experience touching those of the female persuasion, but massage was something I had done a lot before my mother died. Closing my eyes, I put both my hands on Bailey's shoulder. "You're supposed to rub," she said. "It doesn't help if you're not used to my body heat," I told her, keeping my hands still on her skin. "I'm warmer than you. Absorb it until we're the same." A few people snickered, but at least Bailey wasn't one of them. The memories charged back. Massaging my mother, being taught by a pair of old women about things like the equilibrium of heat between two bodies, children being put on a bed in a dark room and my hands rubbing away what I felt in Bailey now. "It's not your shoulder," I said. "Your neck and back are the problem." I decided to ignore the rest of what came to me since being nobody is better than being the weird nobody. Squeezing Bailey's skin, I found the focus of her shoulder pain. While it wasn't the real source, I could give her temporary relief. I shifted my body so my hands were parallel to her shoulders. Using my thumbs, I pressed around the center of her discomfort. Rubbing half circles with each thumb, I moved closer and closer to the spot. It was too soon to make direct contact so I widened the half-circles when Bailey's back straightened. Relieving a symptom doesn't take as long as fixing the problem. I worked the half-circles with my thumbs, wider then narrower, each time getting closer to where Bailey thought she needed help. I waited for her body to tell me it was time. Her breathing shortened; she stretched towards me but seemed to be relaxing. I pressed down hard where collarbone met shoulder. "Ungh!" she gasped. Her body fell back until Bailey was leaning against my leg. I held the pressure steady. "Jesus!" she whispered when I finally released her. Bailey's head flopped forward. Her face would have landed in her food if I had not been expecting the reaction and moved her tray out of the way. I replaced my tray in the middle of the table with Bailey's. The cheerleaders and jocks were looking from Bailey to me to Bailey and back to me. "What did you do to her?" Magdelana asked. Meeting her eyes, I saw that she knew some part of it. She didn't believe it; many kids don't believe the things their parents know. It used up all the coolness in my body to shrug as if making the hottest girl in the school do an orgasm impression was no big deal. Retreat being the better part of valor, I walked away before Mr. Six Foot Six Boyfriend decided, regardless of his own actions, he needed to take issue with my hands being on Bailey's body. Eventually, I would get used to how everyone's eyes followed me.