#Nerd (Hashtag #1) by Cambria Hebert Read Free Book Online

just because I knew she’d hate it. “I won’t be late. I know how you hate that.”
    “Dude,” Braeden said from beside me.
    Rimmel made a little squeaking sound and then rushed away without looking back.
    If I didn’t have such a good self-esteem, I’d be offended.
    “She don’t look like your type,” Braeden said.
    I laughed. “She isn’t. That’s the tutor coach assigned me.”
    Braeden laughed. “Shit, man. That’s just mean.”
    “What do you mean?” I asked, glancing at him as we walked.
    “You playing with her emotions like that. That poor girl doesn’t have a chance in hell with you.”
    Something inside me recoiled. “I was just teasing her. I wasn’t hitting on her.” He was right. Rimmel wasn’t my type. Far from it. I wasn’t even flirting with her. I just liked to see her flustered.
    “You better be careful, man. A girl like that, she don’t understand the difference.”
    I grunted in reply. He was wrong. I didn’t know Rimmel very well at all. But I did know she wasn’t stupid. It kind of irked me that he implied she was.
    But then someone from across the lawn shouted my name, and I shouted back. Several people started chanting my name and I laughed.
    Just like that, thoughts of my tutor faded away.

Chapter Seven

    Rimmel
    I knew when he walked into the library. I didn’t even have to look. I felt the change. I felt people actually turn and glance his way. How did he do it?
    How did he command so much attention… so much energy just by walking into a room?
    I kept my eyes down on the paper in front of me. The guy didn’t need any more attention. I was surprised he could even walk upright with his big fat head.
    I heard his deep chuckle. His low voice filled the room as he spoke to others as he walked through the library. I sat in the back tonight. I figured the less people around us, the less chance of him wandering off into the back of the aisles with some random girl.
    Just the memory of how I found him the last time we were here was enough to make me squirm in my seat. I could still see the look of pleasure on his face, the way his lashes fanned out across his cheeks. I remember the way the girl moved, the sounds she made in the back of her throat. She seemed to enjoy it.
    I wondered if that was something I would enjoy.
    His dark-colored bag hit the top of the table, and I jerked in surprise. “Are you daydreaming?” he teased as I looked up.
    I glanced at my watch. “You’re on time.”
    “Told ya I would be.” Romeo used one large hand to spin the bag toward him so he could pull out his books and notebook.
    Seconds later, a girl with long dark hair and a big chest sidled up to the table. If she knew I was sitting here, she gave no indication. “Hey, Romeo.”
    “Hey,” he said, offering an easy smile.
    “Are you going to the bonfire tonight?”
    “Wouldn’t miss it,” he said. “How about you?”
    I watched her tug a strand of hair away from her shoulder and twirl it around her finger. I rolled my eyes and pulled a paper out of his book with his assignments written on it. He had a history paper due on Tuesday.
    “Where’s your outline for your paper?” I said, interrupting his flirting. She wasn’t too happy about the interruption and glanced over and gave me a dirty look. I looked away.
    “Maybe I’ll see ya tonight,” he said, turning away.
    She muttered some silly reply and left.
    “Your outline?” I asked again.
    He gave me a sheepish look.
    “Oh my God.” I groaned. “Please tell me you have an outline.”
    He shrugged.
    “A topic? Resources?” I tried.
    “I’ve been really busy at practice. Coach has been running us into the ground.”
    “Those excuses might work on everyone else in this building, but not me,” I snapped.
    His sinfully blue eyes narrowed. “Excuse me?”
    “I told you I wasn’t going to do your assignments.”
    “I didn’t ask you to,” he bit out.
    I blew out a breath. “No, you didn’t. Sorry.” I turned away