El Sobador
By ElSol

Epilogue

It's not like I didn't plan to say hi to Bailey or smile in the hallway as I passed her or pretend she hadn't ignored my existence for the last two and a half years by joining in whatever conversation she dragged me into. The thing is she wasn't in school the first day back or the second or the third. That will make shit of any teenage boy's plan! By the time, I saw her on the fourth day I talked myself into believing she regretted what happened, that she didn't mean 'anytime', that she didn't really want me to treat her like an every day acquaintance.

So when I caught a flash of her hair out of the corner of my eye, I ran the other way.

Janet found me sitting in the stairway at the start of my lunch period. "Hey, dude. What are you doing in here? Don't you have lunch?"

"Don't you have class?" I grumbled.

"Sick teacher and no sub." She crouched in front of me. "Are you okay?"

"I really don't want to talk about it, Janet."

"That's some stupid shit to say to a girl, Mateo." She knelt down and sat on her heels. "What's up?"

Being my only friend, I didn't have much of a choice, even if I REALLY did not want to talk about it with a girl.

"I have a problem," I said. "I had sex with Bailey."

"Maybe you need to look up the word problem because sounds like you have it confused with 'I hit the lottery'," she said, giggling around the words.

I pressed my lips against my teeth.

"I'm sorry," she said, patting my knee. "You banged the hottest girl in school and now..."

"I have to say hi to her and be her friend," I said.

"Only if you want to her to blow and fuck you again," she said.

I sat up straight, "She told you?"

"I'm friends with both of you," Janet replied. "Except for Maggie, Bailey's friends don't get it since you're not hot or anything."

"Hey!"

"I'm lez, dude! Maybe Bailey sees something I don't," she said with a dismissive wave of a hand. "I also set the trap for you at my apartment so I was someone she could talk to."

She slapped my knee, "I don't get it, Mateo. She's hot! And she wants to bang you a lot. You can't think being a shithead is the better choice."

"I'm not a shithead!"

"You hate jocks. You don't like cheerleaders, probably because you want to fuck them but you can't. Wait! Doesn't the Captain of the Cheerleading Cult wants to fuck you very often? Which by itself makes you a shithead! You can't stand the popular kids who aren't jocks or cheerleaders. You're not the sharpest tool in the box so you resent the smart kids. You think the stoners are idiots." She ticked them off one by one on her hand. "Should I go on? I mean, is there anyone in school who doesn't know your opinion about the below-stupid kids?"

I sighed.

"You're a shithead," she concluded.

"Reggie is going to kick my ass," I pointed out.

"That fuckhead is going to kick your ass whether you're fucking Bailey or not," she told me. "Because you already fucked Bailey and if he doesn't know it, he thinks it."

"Her friends aren't going to like it."

"Bailey doesn't give a shit what other people think," Janet said. "She plays nice until someone gets in her face."

I looked down at the floor.

Janet leaned over to grab my face. She made me meet her eyes. "Mateo, you're going to fuck her. I bet she's already done some shit to you that... You're going to do what she wants because she didn't ask for a lot compared to what she's going to give you. It's how Bailey Rose works!"

She slapped me lightly. "Get over yourself, bitch! Let Bailey dictate how your friendship is going to roll. You keep rolling her into a little fuck-me ball when the two of you are alone."

"Shit!" I groused. "I'm going to be one those douchebags who follows behind a popular girl's shit."

"Yeah, but you're going to fuck her," Janet said, slapping me again. "And she's quite adventurous in that area. Come on! She's probably waiting in the cafeteria for you to admit she's won."

"Fuck!" I said, grabbing my bag and standing up. "Wait! How do you know she's adventurous in that area?"

Janet might have gotten away with a lie about Bailey spilling things, except her face gave it away. Intense shivers flowed up and down my body. I grabbed Janet's arm and spun her around before she could get away.

"Tell me!" I insisted.

Janet looked around furtively before stepping close to me. "That's what Bailey wanted to smooth things over for me."

"What?"

"She'd make it clear to her friends I was off-limits if I..."

My mind blanked. Janet and Bailey!

"You're shitting me?" I whispered. "You were her lick-bitch?"

Janet punched me in the arm. "No! She returned the favor."

My mind didn't want to process that piece of information. "Since when?"

"More since she started dating Reggie but from when I got caught with that girl."

"Holy fucking shit!"

She grabbed the front of my shirt and pulled me in until we were nose to nose. "Mateo, I know where you're at right now! Do whatever Bailey wants! She was more bossy with me than she is with you, but it was worth every single time we were together. Believe me!"

Punching me in the chest, she continued "And don't think about telling anyone."

"Bailey?" I said, staring at Janet. "Bailey!!!"

"Why the fuck would Reggie cheat on her if she's like that?" I wondered out loud. "Wait! She was cheating on him. I mean, a girl doing another girl is still cheating. Right?"

"You're the idiot sitting here wondering if pussy is worth being nice to THAT girl," she said.

"I wasn't going to not do it," I said, taking the steps two at a time.

"What a fucking cliche! Tell a guy a girl is into other girls and he runs to follow her shit."

"Hey! I never tried anything with you."

She stopped and gave it some thought before nodding. "What a fucking cliche! Tell a guy a girl is into guys AND girls and he runs to follow her shit."

"That's right!" I said holding the door open for her. She punched me in the gut. Janet had never been that friendly or touchy with me. I stared at her back wondering if the impossibility of Bailey and me changed things for Janet.

The truth is that being the nobody can be habit forming, especially if you don't think it's a bad thing, but there wasn't a plane of existence I wasn't going to do what needed to be done to explore what Bailey meant by anytime. Being polite and friendly required thought though, and my hesitation was somewhat based on believing I might well fuck it up. If I did forget myself, I could have to go above and beyond to get back into Bailey's good graces. It was a slippery slope; then again, the walls of Bailey's pussy could well be described as slippery when she got excited.

"Take a deep breath," Janet whispered as we finished getting our lunches and walked into the seating area. "Hot blonde fuck buddy to the right. We're going to pass by close enough for a hello."

"Your teacher isn't sick?" I asked.

"Nope," she replied. "I wasn't going to miss the Great Hater Mateo kowtowing to a cheerleader."

"Bitch!"

"And...now!"

I turned my head towards the cheer table. Bailey's dark blues were waiting for me. It wasn't hard at all--I smiled and opened my mouth, "Hi!"

"Hey," she replied.

Janet and I kept walking. She led me to a spot, taking the seat that would force me to sit facing the cheer table. Bailey was watching me; she smiled widely and raised an eyebrow.

"Okay, you're going to have to practice the worshipful smile," Janet told me. "Right now, it's more of a crazy stalker thing."

I broke the eye contact with Bailey. "Thanks, Janet."

"It's fine," she said. "We figured you needed help with Bailey being gone most of the week. You're a lot like her actually--you both like your plans."

"We?"

"You didn't think Bailey Rose was going to let you escape her clutches, did you?" Janet's hand paused on the way to sticking a french fry in her mouth. She pursed her lips, daring me to pursue it. "Dude, it's worth just for how badly it pisses of Reggie."

"Shit!"

"It's not bad or at least you get used to it very quickly," she said. "Come to think of it, you're a guy so getting your dick wet in that pussy probably means you'll have an easier time of it than I did. I'm sure it's biologically imperative for you to be tolerant of girls like her. Plus, she likes you more than she ever did me."

I looked over Janet's shoulder. Reggie was staring bullets at me. Lots and lots of bullets!

"Shit!"

"She's cancer free, Mateo," Janet said. Her eyes were thoughtful and serious as they stared at me. "Bailey insisted the doctor test her again, then the doc wanted to run more tests because she didn't believe it. Doctor Yeh thinks it was a mistake with the first set of tests."

I shrugged.

"Bailey doesn't."

I didn't know what to say to say to her or to Bailey later. It was impossible for me to question the things I had always known or to explain them to people who didn't know them too.

Bailey was looking over her shoulder at me. I didn't smile as we stared at each other.
