Walter looked down at his baggy sweats and ridiculous long-sleeved oversized Adidas shirt then looked up. “What’s wrong with this?”

Hector looked back down at his hands. “You’ll see just a few minutes after you start working out.”

The guy would be sweating like a pig in no time. Had he never worked out in his life? That’s the only way he couldn’t know this.

“And next time?” Walter asked. Hector looked up just in time to see Walter rub his neck with his hand. “I don’t wanna take up too much of your time because, uh . . .” his eyes met Hector’s for a second then darted away again. “I was hoping maybe you could help me with something else too.”

Hector refrained from frowning, but was this guy kidding? Instead of frowning, he stared at him without saying a word and waited. What could he possibly want now? After watching Walter rub his neck a few more times without saying anything, Hector lost his patience.

“Just spit it out already. What is it?”

Walter hesitated again until Hector stopped refraining and unleashed an all-out scowl.

“It has to do with Charlee,” Walter finally said.

Curiosity replaced his irritation, but the irritation was quickly back when he remembered her total lack of enthusiasm about her newest teammate. “What about her?”

“Well,” Walter started with the neck rubbing again, but Hector gave him a look again and he stopped. “I was thinking now that you’re on the team maybe you could help me . . .” A few guys walked by and Walter shut up until they were far enough away. “You know, help me get her attention or something.”

Hector looked up at him, surprised at just how irritated he felt, remembering Charlee’s indifference and the impression he must’ve made on her, smiling all stupid like he had. Growing up in a neighborhood where it was predominantly Hispanic, Hector had always gotten the feeling that white people sort of looked down on them. It never bothered him, and it wasn’t his reason for preferring Latina girls over white girls. He just thought he personally wasn’t attracted to them—they weren’t his type. Now he was beginning to think maybe that wasn’t the case. So maybe his reasons for never even considering being with one ran deeper.

Walter must’ve mistaken Hector’s irritation about Charlee for irritation about his request, because he sat down, looking very frustrated and started pleading his case. “I really like her, man, and I know I need to get in shape. That’s why I’m here, but I’m no good at talking to girls. I get all choked up and nervous, and then something stupid always happens.”

Hector scoffed, throwing the final piece of wrap from his hands in the trash and stood up. As if he would know the first thing about impressing white girls. Obviously, he didn’t. Then he remembered her friend Drew. She was white and she’d flirted with him. Okay, maybe he was being stupid about judging girls by their race. He’d never had a racist thought in his life, and he wasn’t going to start now.

“Yeah, I guess I can give you a few tips.” He pulled his t-shirt off and pulled out a clean one from his locker. “First things first.” He punched his own abs lightly. “You don’t have to get this hard, but you have to work on that gut. No tip I give you is gonna work as long as you’re hauling all that weight around.” He pulled the clean t-shirt over his head and almost didn’t say his next statement, but he had to. If Walter wanted his help, he was going to hear the truth even if it hurt. “And you gotta do something about the unibrow and that hair. C‘mon.” He threw a towel at Walter and started out the locker room.

Walter touched his unibrow and frowned but said nothing then touched his hair. “What’s wrong with my hair?”

“Dude,” Hector glanced back at him. “The shaggy look wasn’t even cool when it was in, and that was like five years ago. Cut that shit off already.”

Saying Walter was sporting the shag look was putting it nicely. The shag had actually been a style once upon a time. Hector didn’t know what to call that curly mess on Walter’s head. Hector had his work cut out for him. Great. All he’d wanted was to ease a little of the guilt he felt about Walter. Now the guy had become his project.

~*~

He was a pig. Charlee reminded herself again as her heart pounded faster with every step she got closer to her school’s chess lab. She knew Hector was too good to be true Saturday—knew there had to be something wrong with him. Walter had already mentioned he was popular with the ladies. That had come as no surprise, but to behave the way he had in the parking lot with those two girls was just disgusting.

It was bad enough to see the one girl, Leticia, throw herself at him the way she had, especially since they knew perfectly well she’d just met him. But both Drew and Charlee’s jaws had dropped when they saw him pull the second girl to him and proceed to make out with her as well. Drew had been that close to honking as they sat there in her car, watching the whole thing unfold just a few spaces away. But Charlee had begged her not to.

There was no question where the three of them were headed and what the rest of their night entailed. The way he’d skidded out of there in such a hurry just added to her disgust. Obviously, he could hardly wait to get to it. And although Charlee would never admit it, even to Drew, she’d been green with envy that those two whores got to do with him what she’d been fantasizing about doing for days. But she’d never stoop to the level of being with a guy who clearly had zero respect for women, no matter how beautiful he was.