#Nerd (Hashtag Series #1
Published on 11-3-2014 Genres: New Adult, Romance
Two people from completely different worlds are about to be thrown together...
In more ways than one.She wants to keep her scholarship. He wants to stay on the team. An awkward alliance doesn't even begin to cover Rimmel and Romeo's relationship.
But that's about to change.
It starts with a dare. An initiation. A challenge.
Quickly, it turns into more. But when you're a victim of your status, there is no room for anything real. The rules are clear and simple.
Stick to your circle.
And never fall in love with anyone on the outside.
Through the glass doors I could see the rain spattering against the sidewalk, and I prepared myself for the cold drops as I stepped outside. Romeo was parked at the curb, in a no-parking zone, leaning up against a lime-green car.
He had a baseball hat pulled low over his face and his arms were crossed over his chest.
Why in the world was he standing out here in the rain?
“Come on,” he called to me and motioned at his car.
I glanced behind me to see if he was talking to someone else.
His chuckle floated through the rain. “Yes. You. Come on.”
He wanted to give me a ride? “No thanks!” I called out.
He moved fast. Of course that wasn’t a surprise. But the way he sank low and wrapped his arms around me was. I shrieked as he lifted me off the ground and carried me over to his car. When I was on my feet again, he opened up the passenger side and looked at me from beneath the rim of his hat. “You aren’t walking home in the rain.”
His glare was steady, and since I was getting wetter by the minute, I gave up and slid into the warm leather seat. I settled my bag between my feet as he dashed around the front of the car and got in. The seats were bucket style, so I could barely see over the dashboard, but he fit behind the wheel just fine.
He tossed the hat into the backseat and ran a hand through his hair. “What dorm you in?”
“Why are you doing this?” I asked.
He glanced at me. “Because I was an ass.”
I fidgeted with the hem of my too-long lesbian-like sweater. “You totally are an ass.”
“Look. I’m sorry. I’ve had a long day and I’m tired.”
“I wasn’t going back to my dorm,” I replied, not sure what to make of his apology. I felt myself softening again.
“Where to?” he said and started the engine.