Waist-Deep In Walmart

:Waist-Deep in Walmart: Capitulo Dieciséis!

            I struggled to pull Julius’s hands off me, but he was pressing them too tightly against my head. “Julius!” I said warningly.

            “So you don’t want to know?”

            “No.”

“You know there are quite a few ways to find out if someone is still a virgin or not,” Anthony told him, examining the tips of his finger tails. “Some verbal… Some physical.”

            Julius’s grip tightened. It wasn’t helping my headache at all. “I still don’t care. Ellie wouldn’t do anything like that.”

            “You sure?”

            “Julius,” I groaned, my head pounding. Why was Anthony egging him on like this? Didn’t he understand by now how protective Julius was about me?

            Finally Julius realized what he was doing and yanked his hands away. “Ah, lo siento, Ellie.”

            “Esta… bien?” I tried hesitantly.

            His expression brightened. “Yeah! That’s right!”

            “Oi, puedo hablar español también,” Anthony said to Julius, a frown on his face.

            I blinked. “What did Anthony say?”

            Julius chuckled, patting my head. “He said he could speak Spanish too, but I guess he doesn’t know you can barely speak a lick of it?”

            “You can’t?” Anthony repeated in surprise.

            I shook my head. “Julius speaks it all the time, but I never pick it up. Like I told Julius earlier, I only took Spanish one and two; both in ninth grade.”

            “I took Spanish all through my high school career,” Anthony told me. “But I quit when I reached college because the last year kind of killed it for me. Too much grammar.”

            Julius smirked. “Spanish never defeated me. One day I’ll be a—”

            “Spanish teacher, we know,” Anthony and I chorused.

            He frowned. “Well, yeah. All the high school girls will be all over me.”

            “You can’t date them, you know,” Anthony told him.

            “Don’t need to. I’ll have a girlfriend by then,” he responded easily. “I just appreciate the attention.”

            I rolled my eyes. “You shouldn’t let your good looks get to your head. They might go away one day.”

            “Would you still love me if I’m ugly?”

            “Of course I will.”

            “Even if I’m bald?”

            “Well…”

            He chuckled. “Ah, I can still be handsome and bald.”

            “Then let’s shave your hair,” Anthony said wickedly.

            “Let’s not and say we did,” I interjected quickly. Shaving Julius’s head would be his waste. His hair was so soft and luscious all my friends and myself were jealous of it… And it added to his looks.