#Nerd (The Hashtag Series Book 1)(8)By: Cambria Hebert
“I guess I didn’t.” He agreed and pulled out the chair beside him for me to sit in. “What’s your name?”
“Rimmel.” I sat. But only because it got me one step closer to my bag.
“Hey, Rimmel.” He started, speaking my name like he’d said it a hundred times before. “I’m—”
“I know who you are, Romeo.”
His lips curved up. “My schedule says Roman.” He pointed at the paper I was given.
“No one calls you that.” And now I know why, I silently added. I mean, sure, he was like super popular and great at football, but I hadn’t realized just how far his charm extended until I followed him deep into the bookshelves.
He leaned forward, bringing his face close to mine. “My mother does.”
“Does your mother know what you do in libraries?” I countered. My lips snapped closed, and I ducked my head. Oh my God, what if he knows I saw?
His warm laugh dusted the air around us. “You mean study?”
He knew damn well I wasn’t talking about studying.
“I have to go.” I started to rise.
He placed a hand on my shoulder and pushed me back into the seat. “Stay. I really do need help or I’m going to get thrown off the team.”
“Why should I care?” I asked nonchalantly.
He tugged on the long ends of my hair. “Because if I do, you’ll be known as the tutor who couldn’t help the star player stay on the team.”
“What makes you think I care what people think of me?”
I looked at him from underneath the black rims of my glasses. “Well, I don’t. But I want to keep my scholarship.”
He grinned like he won.
“We should probably set some ground rules.” I continued.
He slumped back against the chair, crossing his arms over his chest. “You want to make rules for tutoring.”
I nodded. “And if you don’t follow them, I’ll quit.”
He studied me for long moments. It made me squirm in my seat. Romeo had a very intense and level stare. “Okay, Rimmel,” he drawled. “Let’s hear these rules.”
I swallowed. Every time he said my name, the spit in my mouth seemed to thicken. “Okay.” I agreed. My shoulders straightened and I held up my hand to count the rules as I went. “One: do not be late. It’s rude. If you’re late again, I won’t wait.”
His lips twitched, which brought me to the next rule. “Two: Don’t bother trying to charm me into doing your work for you. I won’t.”
He pressed a hand to his chest like he was offended. “You think so low of me.” He gasped.
I rolled my eyes. “Three: No girls during tutoring. No disappearing.”
“But you’re a girl,” he said, sitting forward swiftly and tucking a bunch of hair behind my ear. The back of my neck broke out in goose bumps and they scattered down my spine, and my toes curled in the Converse I was wearing.
“Rule four,” I said, ignoring the funny way he made me feel. “No charm at all.”
“I can’t help it, Rimmie.” His intensely azure eyes roamed over my face like he was looking at me for the first time. “It’s so easy to make you blush.”
I hit away his hand. “Rule five: Do not call me Rimmie.” Ugh, he was irritating!
He chuckled and sat back. “Fine. Now, can we get to work?” he asked, pointing at his paper.
“No,” I snapped. “Tutoring is over for today.”
“But what about this assignment?” he whined.
“Here’s a thought,” I said as I snatched my bag and stood. “Sit here and do it.”
I started to stalk away, nearly tripping over my half-untied shoelace.
He laughed beneath his breath, and I thought about kicking him.
“Rimmel,” he said. I stopped and turned. “See you day after tomorrow.”
I rushed outside into the cold autumn air and dragged in great gulps of the crisp atmosphere. He was absolutely infuriating! Full of himself. Arrogant. Far too pretty.
He was terrible!
This was going to be torture!
So then why was I already anticipating our next study session?