#Nerd (The Hashtag Series Book 1)(4)By: Cambria Hebert
“It’s only the first month of the semester,” I argued, even though yeah, my grades sucked.
“Last year you were points away from getting kicked off the team.” He leveled me with a harsh stare. “I’ve already spoken to your professors. You’re already headed down the same path this semester.”
I sat in the chair near his desk. “It’s hard to find time to study with all the practicing I do,” I hedged. It wasn’t exactly a lie. I got up early to work out, then fueled up, went to classes, and then had football practice for several hours each day. And some days we had more than one practice.
“I hear you’re rushing Alpha Omega.”
How the hell did he find that out so fast? I’d only just gotten the note.
He looked as if he’d smelled a bad fart. “You’re my star player. I know exactly what you’re up to.”
“I—” I started to make some excuse, but he held up his hand and sighed.
“I get it, Anderson. School sucks. You’re here to play football and chase women.”
“I was your age once. But the hard truth is you can’t play if your grades don’t come up.”
That wiped the smile right off my face. “But, Coach.” I sat forward in my chair, ready to beg. Football was my life.
“Relax,” he intoned. “You’re still on the team. You’re still starting, and I intend to keep it that way.”
I didn’t like the sound of that.
“You now have a personal tutor. You’ll meet in the library every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday for two hours after practice.”
“Two hours!” Holy shit, that was brutal.
“I mean it, Anderson. The team needs you. You’re the best player we have, and the dean wants a championship this year.”
I wanted a championship too. It would draw in the NFL scouts. The NFL was my endgame. Hell, it was my only game.
“Fine,” I muttered. This was going to suck.
“You start tonight,” Coach added, then pointed at his door for me to get out.
The locker room was emptying out when I opened up my locker again. Braeden sat there with his duffle at his feet, waiting for me. “What’d Coach say?” he asked.
“I have to get a tutor,” I muttered.
Braeden laughed. “Have fun with that,” he said and stood. His laughter drifted behind him as he left.
Fun? Yeah right. Not bloody likely.
By the time I was showered and changed, everyone else was gone. I threw all my gear into my locker and grabbed my backpack, heading for the library. I was starving, and as I walked, I scarfed down a protein bar.
The library wasn’t a place I visited very often, and when I stepped inside, I realized Coach hadn’t even told me the name of my tutor. I looked around for someone who looked like they might be meeting someone else, and my eyes landed on a hot chick sitting near the back. Her blond hair brushed the low cut collar of her top. When she saw me looking, she leaned over a little more and gave me the perfect view of her cleavage.
Maybe she was my tutor. Maybe two hours in the library wouldn’t be that bad. I was just about to head over there and ask her if she was waiting for me when I heard some commotion behind me.
A cup of pens and pencils had fallen off a nearby table and some girl was rushing around to pick them up. I couldn’t even see her face because of the mess of dark hair falling around it. She didn’t look very big and was dressed in a baggy sweater that made checking out her body impossible. The way she scrambled around and kept her head down told me she probably spent a lot of time in this place.
I glanced back at the girl with the awesome tits, and she smiled. But when my feet moved, it wasn’t in her direction. Instead, I found myself towering over the pencil girl.
When she saw me, her entire body stilled. I watched as she took in my legs and tilted her head all the way back to stare up at my face.
Tangles of dark hair hid most of her features and covered her shoulders. I wondered if she’d combed it at all this week. Her skin was pale and she was wearing a pair of black-framed glasses that could have been my grandma’s. Her face was clearly makeup free and her pink lips didn’t shimmer with any kind of gloss.