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41 " Slowly, he pulled back and set me carefully on the ground, his forehead touched mine, and he looked at me. "That the girl who said something to you last semester?""How'd you know?""Thought I was gonna have to restrain ya." He smiled. "You were about to throw down.""I probably would have embarrassed myself," I confided. I moved so our noses touched as well as our foreheads."I'd have bet money on you." He pressed a quick kiss to my lips before bending down to the mess I made on the sidewalk. "
― Cambria Hebert , #Hater (Hashtag, #2)
42 " That dude is a class-A douche nozzle."-Braeden "
43 " Everyone started to file toward the door, crowding each other in their attempt to get the hell out of this flying deathtrap. I stood and waited for my turn, hefting my purse over my shoulder, and turned my cell phone back on. The second it lit up and I was able, I shot out a text. Landed. Getting off now.Romeo's response was instant, and I smiled.I'm waiting. "
44 " here is this quote that I read a long time ago. A quote that I loves and made me feel strong. It had stuck with me over the years, like so many of the other words by the author. ‘And though she be but little, she be fierce.’- Shakespeare. I thought about that quote right now. I might be little. I might be easily intimidated, but I could be fierce. I was fierce. – Rimmel "
45 " She sighed in appreciation and wrapped her hands around the cup. She took a sip and glanced at Braeden. “How did you know I like mocha?” “Because you’re a girl.” “Oh,” she said and went back to her coffee. "
46 " Yo, where you at, pretty boy?” Braeden hollered and came around the corner. I grinned and he laughed. “You ready for today?” he said and hooked me around the neck with his arm and tried to bend me down so he could mess up my hair. “Hells yeah,” I said, dodging his attempt. The guys that were around us all starting trading insults, so we joined in until the sound of music cut through the laughter. Some old song about how the guy singing was too sexy burst through the noise, and we all started to laugh. “B-man!” someone shouted a row over. “Phone’s ringing. "
47 " As if I conjured him into being, Braeden materialized nearby and shouted, “Rome! Where you been hiding?” The crowd parted slightly to make room for Romeo’s best friend, and he grinned when he saw me standing there. “Ah,” he said, “tutor girl is back.” I sighed dramatically. Was he ever going to stop calling me that? Braeden pushed into the center of the small crowd and put his arm around me, and Romeo let go of my hand as Braden tugged me into his side. “He’s been unbearable while you were gone,” he said. I was aware of everyone watching the easy affection he showed me. It made me slightly uncomfortable, even if I did enjoy it. “I doubt it,” I said, poking him in the ribs. “You were probably just annoying.” People around us laughed, and Braeden hooted. “Rome, I need to borrow your girl. She knows all about books and I can’t seem to find the one I need.” He shoved his wrinkled paper beneath my nose and steered me out of the crowd so I would help him. I found the book in like three seconds and handed it to him with an are you for real? look on my face. “Looked like it was getting a little crowded over there,” he said, taking the book. His eyes held a knowing look. He’d done that on purpose. He knew almost as well as Romeo how uncomfortable I could get. “Thanks,” I said, and I meant it. “Anytime, tutor girl.” “I do have a name, you know?” I said. “I know.” He grinned. It was the only answer I got. He definitely didn’t say he was going to start using it.-Braeden & Rimmel "
48 " Braeden sighed and looped his arm across my shoulders again and steered me toward a stack of books. “So innocent,” he mused. “Tutor girl, as your man’s best friend and your self-appointed big brother, I feel like it’s time I teach you about the real world.” “You’re my self-appointed big brother?” I asked, looking up at him. He nodded like it was obvious. “You and Rome… you’re an exception to the rule. You two are the real deal, but most guys, guys like me, aren’t looking to settle down. They like—” “To have fun?” I finished for him, slightly amused. “Exactly.” “But what about the girls?” I asked. He gave me a clueless look. I sighed. “Maybe it’s me who needs to teach you, brother.” He lifted an eyebrow. “Guys might want to have fun,” I said, using his words, “but girls have a harder time keeping their feelings from getting involved.” “Relax, tutor girl,” Braeden said. “I know how to handle things.”-Braeden & Rimmel "