#Nerd (The Hashtag Series Book 1)

By: Cambria Hebert

The Hashtag Series #1



Never judge a person by their status.

Rimmel Hudson isn’t an ordinary girl. She doesn’t care about her hair, clothes, or the color of her lip-gloss. She volunteers at the local animal shelter and spends more time with her furry friends than anyone on two legs. People are too judgmental, but animals love unconditionally.

Her time at the shelter is cut into when she’s told she has to start tutoring on campus to keep her scholarship for veterinary medicine. She tells herself it’s all part of the path to get her where she wants to be in life.

And then she meets the person she has to tutor.

Roman “Romeo” Anderson is probably the most well-known student at her entire college. He is practically a football god, from a prestigious family, rushing the most popular frat on campus… and he has no clue she’s alive.

Rimmel and Romeo are from completely different worlds. Worlds that usually run parallel and never intersect.

Until now.

Romeo didn’t get his name by staying home on Saturday night. When beautiful women throw themselves at you, you do the honorable thing and show them a good time. Tutoring was just something he had to do to stay on the team until he was drafted by the NFL.

Romeo never thought he’d be totally charmed by Rimmel. He never thought a girl like her would intrigue him like no one else. But he can’t date a #nerd—can he?

He thinks maybe he can. It’s everyone else who has a different idea.

With the odds stacked against them, can Romeo and Rimmel find a way to bring their two completely different worlds together, or will Rimmel’s #nerd status stand in their way?




Dedication


To all the #Nerds out there.

And for anyone who’s ever loved one.





#NERD





Chapter One




Rimmel

Being nervous was stupid.

I wasn’t a stupid person; even still, I couldn’t shake the nerves coiling in the pit of my stomach like a cornered poisonous snake. The paper clutched in my hand trembled like the coloring leaves that dotted the trees outside in the cool autumn air.

I didn’t want to be here. I’d probably rather be anywhere else. But the choice wasn’t mine today. In fact, it wasn’t going to be between the hours of five and seven p.m. on Monday, Wednesday, and Friday for the foreseeable future.

Saying no wasn’t an option. This “job” was presented to me as something I had to do to keep my scholarship. Considering none of the other scholarship recipients (that I knew) were practically ordered to tutor struggling students, I wondered if this really was a requirement.

Not like I would say anything, though. I hated confrontation; it made my stomach hurt. And I certainly wasn’t going to argue with the dean over what I needed to do to keep my free ride. So I agreed. It was only a few hours a week, right? And I’d get points for doing a good deed.

Inwardly, I cringed.

Everyone knows the nice guy always finishes last.

Once I was good and committed to the tutoring, I was given a sheet of paper—the same sheet I was now crushing in my nervous hand—with a list of the subjects the student needed help with. Math, English, and history.

Geez, it was like half this person’s schedule. Did they do no studying on their own?

Then I saw the name.

There it was, typed neatly at the top of the paper, right there in black and white. It appeared so simple, just letters arranged in a row. I remember being slightly shocked the second I read his name that fireworks didn’t appear overhead and the marching band didn’t storm through the hall, playing the university’s fight song.

“You want me to tutor Roman Anderson?” I’d squeaked, and the pathetic sound reminded me of the nickname my nervously high voice had earned me in high school.

Mouse.

But this wasn’t high school, and I didn’t squeak anymore. Okay, not much.

“Is there a problem with that?” the dean had asked, choosing to ignore my shock.

Yes! He’s like way out of my league. I cleared my throat again just to be sure my voice was normal when I spoke. “I guess I’m just surprised he needs a tutor.” There was no reason to even pretend I didn’t know exactly who he was.

Everyone knew Romeo.

“Being the incredible athlete that he is, football takes up a great deal of his time. We thought it would be best if he had some additional help with his academics,” the dean replied.

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