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“She never like her.” Natalie laughed.
I nodded in agreement. My mother’s intuition was like something out of a movie. Always right, and never too wrong. Especially when we first met. I waited at least a few months to bring Vivian home, but the day we met will never be lost to me.
Damn Levi and his escapades. My shoulders were stiff, my back tight. How did I let him talk me into a ten mile hike up the mountains?
Good thing I didn’t have class for another few days, winter break was much longer than it was last semester. I could go to the massage parlor downtown, maybe they would have open spots. If I can get out of bed. I laid out for a while, checking my emails. Damned finals dropped my GPA again. If I don’t graduate with a 4.0, mom will be pissed. I begrudgingly signed up for tutoring, then got in the shower.
Was I bruised? I checked in the mirror. Of course, I was. My shoulders, my back. Maybe because I fell a few times and we slept on the ground. Levi wants me dead, obviously. He was already halfway to Aspen now with his family. I made a mental note, never go hiking with your Levi.
I shook up a protein shake, hoping it would help with some of the soreness. I got in my Cadillac and followed the navigation to the university wellness center hoping to get a massage to ease my pain.
“Hey, I need a massage. Are there any openings?” The receptionist was older.
“Yes, just fill this out please.” I groaned to myself. Of course, there was a five-page patient history for me to fill out.
“Here.” I handed it back when I was done. It was a bunch of simple stuff anyway.
“Are you a student here?” she looked up at me through her glasses.
“Yeah. A senior.”
“Oh, congrats. Do you have your ID with you? You’ll get a discount.”
I looked through my wallet. Of course, I didn’t have it.
“Uh no, I left it.”
She pursed her lips and typed a few things in.
“That’s okay. Just go through that door, and follow the signs to the massage center. Also, our massage therapy students are on call today so you might get a student, might not. But they’re qualified, I promise.” She smiled kindly. I’d rather have someone do it right, but if she says they are qualified.
“Okay. Thanks.”
The signs were relatively easy to follow, and I entered in another room. Someone handed me a robe and led me to a private room. I’d had massages before, so I got in position, laying down on my belly. The door opened moments later.
“Hi, I’m Vivian. I’m a massage therapy student and I’ll be doing you today. I mean your massage.” I smiled down into the face circle. She had a cute voice, and she sounded young. I’m sure she was hot too.
“Nice to meet you.” I barely made any sense with my face down on the massage table, but I think she understood enough of it.
She clicked on some music and asked me if it was okay. I was fine as long as I could move my shoulders again. Her hands were soft, the oil made them softer, but she had a good technique. I couldn’t tell she wasn’t a professional yet.
“Are you a student here?” She asked me.
“Yeah. A senior.”
“What’s your name?” I don’t think they were supposed to ask you all these questions, but the way her hands felt and her voice fell over my ears, I didn’t mind it. Maybe I was talking her up in my head.
“Tristan Cox.”
“Oh, I know you. You hacked the school’s what’s it called last year.”
“The interface and firewall, messed with the algorithms too.”
“I don’t know what that means,” she giggled, “did you get into any trouble?” I smiled at the memory.
“For a second, yeah. Then the dean had me fix the system. Now we have the strongest firewall on any undergraduate campus.” I had done it to prove a point to the school, to show them how vulnerable they were. They didn’t listen to me until I hacked in.
“Whoa, so you’re a tech guy?” Her hands were drifting dangerously low into my towel, but I told myself she was just doing her job, being thorough. It felt good anyway, I was so sore.
