Chapter eleven

I know It's been awhile and this chapter is kind of ... eh, but I updateD and put it up!

I will come back and change some things in the distant future, so yeah :p

By the way, this is horribly edited!

Anyways, this is it!

Enjoy ~

- Nickymb! <3

Again, unedited!

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( JULIO POV )

“You’re late.”

Those are the first words that I hear as I push open the dirty door to the cafe’ and make my way in.

I stop with the door half open and when I look up from buttoning my last button to the work uniform I threw on in the parking lot, I see the little red head on the other side glaring at me. If girl could kill, I would be half way to hell.

Her hands are on her small hips and wisps of red hair is flying everywhere. She brings her hands up and whips the loose pieces away from her eyes, that way she can glare at me even better.

If the Chica was nothing more than 110 pounds soaking wet, that glare might have been enough to intimidate me.

With my top button still lose, I take the moment to shut the door slowly and then look around the Cafe’. When all I see are a handful of people, most middle aged house moms, I smirk and shake my head.

“Oh, you seem real busy.” I comment, bringing my hands back to my shirt. My keys hang from my pinkie and I pocket them real fast as Becca watches me walk to the counter.

I knew I should have been taking this whole work thing seriously, but when my day consisted of serving house moms and wiping their kids messes up, I would have rather of went to one of my mother's book club meeting. .

When I bring my hands down to the smooth surface of the counter, which she must have cleaned at least fifty times today, I swing my legs over the chipping wood and jump to my feet.

When I land, her eyes narrow more as she looks from the swinging door connected to the counter and then me. “Why must you jump over the counter when there is a perfectly usable door right there. “

She inclines her head to the door to prove her point. I look to the door, and then to her face.

“We have a door?” I ask innocently, and when she locks her jaw, plainly showing me that she didn’t find it funny, I shrug and try to hide my smile.

“I’ll make sure to use it next time.” When she still just looks at me, I sigh and bring my hand to my chest and look at her seriously.

“Scouts honor.” I bring my hand up the way I saw on T.V and Becca finally loses the glare and shakes her head, bringing that red hair back to her eyes.

“You are so lucky that we are not busy. I could have your job Lio, you know that.” She looks up at me, her green eyes shining a little, and I bring my mouth up into a half smile.

“Brighten up Chica, I’m here now. We all know you can’t function without this Mexican stud next to you. “  I say back , leaning toward her a little.

She watches my advance with careful eyes.  Sure. I was flirting a little, trying to come up with a better excuse than the one I practiced in my head on the way here.

But, of course, she doesn’t take the bait.

Becca is what people in my town call a Mujer Fuerte. She does not take shit from people, especially me, and she handles things that come her way with a strong head.

I can respect the women for that, but when it came to needing things, like her excusing me for being late, it sure in hell put a damper on my reputation.

“Julio...” She starts to say, but then she seems to change her mind. "You know what? I don’t have time for this. I had a late night last night and I still owe you for helping me yesterday.”

Instead of smiling, glad to be off the hook, I tighten my hand around the apron I was taking out of the box behind the counter.

This dick that came in here yesterday and tried to put his hand were hands shouldn’t be put and lets just say, I handled it.

After threatening to take his ass out back, he finally cursed Becca out and left. If Becca thought she owed me anything for that, then the Chica was loco.

I have this theory that guy’s should not put things where things don’t need to be put. The whole thing basically goes against everything I am.

I’m not going to sit here and say I am Mr. Fucking Righteous, I’m far from, but I know for a fact I’m not like half the bastards that walk around the streets of Michigan.

I have toyed with so many girls and gone into so many girls panties that Aiden has swore it’s a shock I haven't died from some disease.

I might be many things, but one thing I’m not is a guy who says ’yes’ after a girl has clearly said ‘no’.

The whole thing comes from when I was at the last party I went to.

Aiden likes to think I refuse to go out anymore because my pretty little Mexican ass was published all over the Internet, and I let him think that. But the truth is much worse.

I was at some rich kids white party by the Michigan lake when it all went down. I was hanging out with some kid I just met and he seemed legit.

He was funny to the point where I laughed and his friends were the type of guys I could get along with.

I was hanging by the keg, my eyes on some pretty little blonde by the water dancing to the song coming from the car next to her, when the guy saw me looking.

“Like what you see?” He asked me, his words proud and slimy. I didn’t bother to answer as I took a sip from my can, my eyes still on her.

The next thing I know, the white kid took off toward the lake and a minute later, the blonde was in his hands and heading toward the woods.

Several drinks later and some hot girls number in my back pocket, I had to piss.

Bad.

I found my way to the woods, stumbling every five seconds, and right when I zipped back up my zipper, I heard the first muffled scream.

I remember wondering if I stumbled onto some hot sex kinky shit. But, it turns out the blonde I was checking out earlier in the night, was in a predicament she didn’t want to be in.

I remember the way her blue eyes looked up at me, begging to help her, and when I stormed through the bushes and grass, pulling that bastard by his collar up, all I could think about was kicking his ass.

Actually, I was thinking of worse things.

I told him to get lost, and with his pants still on the ground, he took to the tree’s faster than a rabbit on crack.

I offered the girl my hand, telling her it was alright, but she refused to look at me. She told me to leave , that everything was fine, and after asking to help her a few more time, I finally did.

I thank God everyday that I ended up stumbling by the time I did. If it had been five minutes later, things would have been worse.

After that .. nothing. I got shit faced drunk, took off my pants, wounded up in a lack with my ass all on the student bodies phones.

But, I will never forget what happened and I swore I would never let a guy come onto a girl without permission again.

Of course, thinking of that fucked up night brings up that night with Kelsey. When I go to make some girl a Vanilla iced coffee, my mind travels back to the things I was feeling.

When I heard that first no from her lips, and when I saw that bastards hand travel down her waist, God damn did I want to hurt him.

Then, after all was said and done, the way her golden hair was slung over one shoulder and the way she was looking up at me as if she was waiting for something, Made me want to help her.

And god did I.

But Paco and his boys were there and my family was more important than her. Sad thing to say, but that’s the truth. I was not going to sacrifice my family for no girl, and Kelsey is no exception.

But, look where I was now. I hunted the girl down and asked to have six nights with her. At first, I was only going to ask for one.

Show the girl how good it felt to be with someone like me, then maybe talk to her for a few more days, and then drop her like so many others.

But when I was walking across the campus and I saw her talking to some white dude, blonde hair and a pressed shirt, It pissed me off.

I had no idea why, but I wanted to walk over and intrude on the whole thing. The way Kelsey was laughing, so light hearted, made me want her to turn around laugh at me like that.

Which is shit faced crazy.

Lets not forget that when I initially made the deal, all I could feel was this prickly feeling in my stomach. Which meant I was nervous.

I, Julio Hernandez, never got nervous. It was a trait of the family, I guess. But hell, waiting for her to answer that one simple question was enough for me or any man to go psycho.

My boys would laugh at me. Julio was getting soft? Julio getting nervous asking a girl for a good time? Yeah, it sounded like I was in some alternative universe or somethin’.

“Hey, Lio!” I hear Becca shout over the buzzing of a blender and everything goes go to hell and back then.

I jerk, her bringing me out of my thoughts, and the whip cream bottle I had in my hand goes off and white fluffy goodness goes all over my apron.

“Mierda!” I look down at the mess and I curse again, this time under my breath. When I go to reach for some napkins, I hear a laugh ring out the whole Cafe’.

I stop mid wipe to see Becca handing some girl a drink, her eyes half shut and her face screwed up in a laugh.

“Real funny, “ I say under my breath as I bring napkins to the apron. When I start to clean it, it smears and I just drop the napkins.

I bring my hands to the tie around my neck and I start to take the apron off when I see Becca materialized beside me.

“Oh, this is golden! We should do this more often. Maybe next time, we can get chocolate all over your man area. It will be a hit with all the ladies.” Becca comments, her hand coming over her mouth to stop a laugh again.

“Funny,” I say, throwing the apron in the box I got it from. I go to reach for another one when she finally talks again.

“What I was getting your attention for, is I was wondering if you had a girlfriend.”

I jerk my head up, which ends up hitting the counter top and sending Becca into a whole other fit of giggles.

I grab the apron harshly and when I straighten out I narrow my eyes at Becca, rubbing the spot where I hit my head. She needed to stop doing that shit.

“Why? Are you asking me out?”

I raise an eyebrow at the mere suggestion. Sure, me and her liked to make little banter back and forth, and I flirted a little, but I had no idea the Chica even liked me. I watch as she makes a face, sticking her tongue out.

As if me thinking she liked me was the end of the world.

Yeah, right.

“Oh god no. I already have a boyfriend, remember?” No, but I didn’t feel like correcting her. I slip the new apron on and answer her question.

“I’m not a relationship kind of guy. I like to play the field, not sit in the bleachers.”

“What does that even mean?” She asks, as a ding rings out meaning we had another customer. I give her wink and walk backwards toward the cashier.

“Maybe one day I’ll show you.” I let the innuendo slip and she makes another face at me.

I laugh under my breath and I turn on my heel and face my costumer.  When I see a guy with black hair and a cross tattoo, I smirk.

“ Aiden, man, I know you miss me but people are starting to talk .” Aiden punches me in the shoulder and leans against the counter.

“You’re way too confident my man. I wouldn’t date you if someone offered me money.” My eyebrows go up and I lean my arm on the counter.

“Right, I am a perfect man to date.”  He brings his hands through his hair and smiles a little.

“Mind telling my girlfriend that?”

I make a sound at the back of my throat and I bring my hand out to grab Aidens. “Right, you win. So what can I do for you ?”

I watch as he lets out a nervous breath and leans both elbows on the counter. He hangs his head and leaves his hands in his hair.

“I need advice, man. “ I straighten out and eyes land on his form.

The last time he asked me this, things didn’t turn out so well. We ended up running from the cops while I was in my friends Nick’s girlfriends car.

“It’s about Mia.” He says into his arms and right then and there, I know where the conversation was going.

I knock my fist on the counter to get his attention and when he looks up at me, I bring my eyebrows together.

“First, you have to tell her. I mean, you can’t go around pretending dude. It will just end up a big mess in the end. Been there, dealt with that shit.  After confessing your sin, you get the hell out of there. Nothing is more scary than a woman scorned. Then, you should change your name and-”

“What the fuck are you talking about?” He interrupts and I stop in the middle of my speech and give him a dubious look.

“Wait, what are you talking about?”

“I was talking about asking Mia to marry me. What the hell were you thinking?” My whole mind goes blank and I look at my best friend insidiously.

“I thought you cheated on the girl! What the hell do you mean you want to marry her? Are you insane?!”

I demand, not even caring about the new customer that walked through the door. Let Becca handle them, I had bigger things to worry about.

Aiden frowns and straightens out. “Wait, you thought I cheated on her?” I smack  my hand on the counter, making a few people around me give me an odd look. Like a gave a damn.

“The hell with that! You want to marry this girl?”

I watch as he walks back forth, running his hands through his hair. It was like watching a guy in the halfway house.

Walk, hands through hair. Walk some more, hands through hair. Right when I am about to tell him to fucking stop, he talks.

“It’s not like I am going to ask her right away. I need to ask her parents first, my mother is going to want to know, and hell, I need to get a ring and shit.” He stops, his eyes landing on me.

“I know we are still in college and I plan on asking her in maybe a year, maybe less or more. Hell, I don’t know. But what I do know man is I love her and I want to spend forever with this girl Julio. I just need to know if that’s crazy? You know man? It’s not like I’m asking you to be my best man at this moment, but in the future.”

Yep, my best man was loco.

I let out my breath and lean against the counter again. As much as I think this was all crazy, I had to be honest.

“Look, do you want to live with this girl for the rest of your life?”

When he nods, I continue.

“ Do you want her to have your children in the future? Do you want her to be the only girl you come home to? Last but not least, do you love her enough to never leave her?”

“Yes, yes, and Yes. Julio, I know this is the girl.” I put my hand on his shoulder and shake my head sadly.

“Then, I guess that’s it. But, just promise me you won’t pop the question for at least another year. That’s how long it’s going to take me to actually come up with something nice to say about you for my best man speech. “

I watch as he smiles and shakes his head. He takes a step back, getting ready to leave, and he nods toward me. “Did I ever tell you how much you mean to me bro?” I groan and take a step back myself.

“If you are getting all soft on me man, I take back everything I just said! By the way, I call dibs on the brides maids! “

He laughs and I smile as I go to grab the rag under the counter. All I can say is I wish him the best luck. Mia is one heck of a chick and I would be scared to marry her.

It's not the fact that I don't believe in marriage, it was just I never saw me as that guy. The one happy, in a house, surrounded by the girl I love and kids.

That kind of happily ever after thing was for guy's like Aiden.

Not guy's like me.

“Uh, Lio?” Becca says behind me and I wave my hand in the air, rag and all. “Yeah, yeah, I know. Back to work.”

"Actually, this is more important.” Her voice shakes a little, nervous, and I look over at my shoulder to see her face pale a little.

I frown and when  I open my mouth to ask what was wrong, another voice rings out.

“Ah, Julio. Hows work doing me most potential client?”

I stop what I am doing and my hand goes into a fist. Soon, I see something move and the one and only Pacho shows up in front of me. Golden teeth and all.

“Julio, just the man I wanted to see.”