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by Leia Shaw




  Boy Meets Nerd

  Copyright © 2014 by Leia Shaw

  Published by WC Press

  1st Edition

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  The characters and events portrayed in this book are fictitious. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental and not intended by the authors.

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  To Holly, for all your help getting me through this.

  Chapter 1

  “Your boyfriend is cheating on you.”

  Silence. She waited for the tears, the cursing, the drama that came with telling her clients her digging turned up a truckload of dirt.

  “That fucking coward!”

  There we go.

  Emerson flinched and held the phone away from her ear as Lauren let out a string of curse words. It wasn’t often someone promised to rip someone’s dick off and shove it up his ass.

  “Are you sure, Em?” Lauren asked, after she finally settled down.

  If only she could pass it off as a joke. Clients weren’t usually friends but they did pay her to find the truth. And the truth was staring her right in the face. Private messages between Lauren’s boyfriend and a girl named Gypsy Peach filled her computer screen.

  “I could send you proof but…” She winced. “I don’t think you want to read this.” The girl needed therapy, not a detailed account of what Gypsy was going to do to his genitals the next time they saw each other. And it wasn’t to shove it up his ass.

  “No. I definitely don’t. I already want to kill the motherfucker.” She sighed. “Well, thanks, Emerson.”

  How should she respond to that? You’re welcome for ruining your life? And at the low cost of only twenty dollars an hour! Some days she felt like a soul-sucking demon. Not only did she deliver bad news – and it was almost always bad news – but then she billed them for it. Maybe she should do it in person so they could at least use the bill to dry their tears.

  Quiet sniffles sounded from the other end of the phone.

  “Um, you’re welcome,” she said, then ended the call.

  After minimizing the screen with the incriminating evidence, she stared at her desktop background. All black with white words across the middle that read, Stop staring at my screen.

  Maybe it was a little off-putting but sharing an apartment with a nosy roommate had made it necessary. The Gmail alert dinged and with a sigh, she opened the window, expecting another boring job offer. She was collecting those. They always started the same – dear Mrs. True, you were at the top of the list for placement recommendation in our company from the Massachusetts Institute of Technology, blah blah blah… As if it were any hacker’s dream to work for a corporation. Bosses, cubicles, rules and limitations… She shuddered.

  Instead of a job offer, the email was from a Levi Morrison, subject line Help me find my dream girl.

  Was she a matchmaker now? Why weren’t her spam filters working? Just before she clicked delete, the sender’s name registered. She’d heard it before.

  Lauren’s friend. She’d mentioned giving her email address to a prospective client named Levi. He sounded desperate already. She clicked open the email. She didn’t often have men asking for help. What was his sad story?

  Hi. I heard you’re a professional spy.

  Spy? She snorted. Why did everyone think hacking was exactly how it appeared in movies? High stakes government secrets set to a soundtrack of suspenseful music. If her life was set to music, it’d be more like monk chanting. Boring and uneventful.

  I need help finding out if I’m being catfished. Can we meet up and go over the details? I live on the south side of the city. I’m willing to pay whatever it costs to find out if I’m falling for a real person or not. Look forward to hearing from you.

  Levi

  Catfished. So this guy was in love with a girl he’d never met in person and now wanted to know if she was who she said she was. With social media gaining so much popularity, it was easy to steal someone’s identity, or start a fake account with a made up name. But there were also ways to find the truth. This was too easy. She hit reply then began typing a response.

  If you want to talk, meet me at Starbucks on Memorial Drive in Cambridge. I charge twenty dollars an hour and before you ask, no, I can’t predict how long it will take me to find out who this girl is. But I’ll update you as I go and you can stop services at any time. I’ll be there at 9am on Saturday. Let me know if you can’t make it.

  Emerson

  Maybe this job would help pay her half of the rent this month. Her two closest friends from school had moved away months ago. One went to work at Google in California and the other got a government job in D.C. Emerson loved the atmosphere, the weather, and the culture in Boston. Even still, she couldn’t help but feel a little felt behind.

  Her grandmother lived nearby at least. They’d grown close since she’d started school. When it came to her traditional Midwestern family, she felt disconnected. Growing up in Ohio had been as boring as most job offers, and she’d been ostracized starting in middle school. Never interested in being popular, she stuck to videogames and computer coding instead. Her mother had no idea what to do with her pierced up, introverted tomboy of a daughter.

  Boston was full of her kind of people. Misfits. At MIT, she’d blended in so well. She’d graduated with a degree in Computer Science with a specialty in Information Analysis. A professional hacker. Now she bided her time doing freelance work, waiting until she could land the perfect job. Or maybe she’d discover a new prime number and finally be recognized for her mind. That was the best outcome she could hope for.

  Another email came back almost straight away. Levi confirmed he’d be there on Saturday and asked what she looked like so he could find her.

  Now how should she answer that? She clicked her short nails on the keys while she thought.

  The apartment door opened then slammed shut, making her jump in her seat. “Jess?”

  Her roommate turned the corner into Em’s bedroom. “What?”

  She pushed away from her laptop and looked Jess over. Her roommate was easy to point out. Pixie cut dyed bright red, olive skin, lip ring, and athletic build. She dressed funky but stylish and was always trying to give Em a makeover.

  “How would you describe the way I look?”

  Jess smirked. “Like a corruptible little sex kitten.”

  She rolled her eyes. “I’m being serious.”

  Jess bit down on her lip and narrowed her eyes as she looked her over. “Hmm. No. You’re more like a naughty librarian.”

  She turned away and faced her computer with a sigh. “Why did I bother asking you?”

  Jess left the room, her chuckles echoing behind her. “You just let me know when you’re ready to try girls,” she said from down the hallway.

  She stared at the computer. Naughty sex kitten librarian, according to my roommate, didn’t seem appropriate. Finally, she typed her answer.

  Short black hair. Glasses. Nose ring.

  She tapped the keys again, biting the inside of her cheek. Small breasts, messy hair, and pale skin from lack of sun? She watched the cursor blink a few times then typed again.
/>   Short black hair, Glasses, Nose ring. Two eyes, a nose and a mouth.

  Ugh! Delete. This wasn’t a Mr. Potato Head game. Why was this so difficult?

  Short black hair. Glasses. Nose ring.

  Signed, Em.

  She clicked send before she could change her mind. Shit. Had she just signed with her nickname? Getting personal with clients was a no-no. This guy didn’t seem stable. Only idiots and idealistic romantics got catfished. If Levi was contacting her to investigate a potential online relationship then there were already red flags, and that didn’t bode well.

  Another broken heart would be left in her wake. If only it was because she was so hot and cool that she rejected romantic declarations of love left and right. Like that would ever happen. What guy wanted a scrawny girl with unruly hair, big geek glasses, and no boobs? Her tattoos would’ve given her some cool points, except the few she had looked like random numbers to the average person. Unlike most people, tattoos didn’t make her look cool. She made tattoos look uncool.

  Did it matter anyway? She wasn’t interested in starting a relationship. Love made people act like idiots. She didn’t have time for that shit. There were prime numbers to find.

  She pushed away from the laptop in her bedroom then headed to the main living area, where her real office was. She looked at her four monitors. Two were still running code. With a sigh, she grabbed a Coke from the fridge then plopped down at her desk.

  She avoided looking at the clock. At the twelve hour mark on one project, she tended to feel a little guilty. And hungry. But there’d be time to eat later. The world needed her mind and the RSA needed her prime numbers.

  Chapter 2

  I missed talking to you today.

  Levi stared at his phone, grinning like a fool.

  I missed you more, he typed back.

  A moment later, the bleep signaled the new message. No, I missed you more.

  His fingers moved across the keypad. No, I missed…

  “Shit.” Was he really going to write that? God, he made fun of people who did this mushy, gag-worthy shit. As a musician, he’d always been a little on the poetic side, but this was ridiculous.

  Hope had been awake too late the last few nights, preparing for her first observation as a teacher. She didn’t tolerate caffeine well so filling up on coffee in the morning wouldn’t help. He’d coached her through her nerves earlier that day, the same way she’d been there for him when he’d been turned down by his dream job. If he was there with her now, he’d make her some tea then rub her back until she fell asleep in his arms. Naked. After he fucked the tension out of her first, of course. God, he was dying to do that.

  With a frustrated sigh, he erased the last few words and wrote instead, Goodnight, sexy.

  His eyes stayed glued to the screen. He hated when she didn’t say goodnight right away. Stupidly, he waited for her response, even though he already knew what she would say.

  Goodnight, hot stuff.

  There it was. Smiling, he turned off his phone and looked up. Darren stared down at him, one brow arched.

  “What?” Crap, had he been all spacey again? Sometimes when he and Hope talked, it was like the rest of the world disappeared. She made him forget anything existed but her. Recently, he’d spent his days walking around distracted, feeling seriously unhinged.

  “You’ve got it bad for this chick,” Darren said, shaking his head. He sat down on their couch and took a swig from a can of soda. “You’re all love-sick puppy about her and you haven’t even met her.”

  A tiny detail. But Levi knew her. He knew all of her – her heart, her soul, her mind. The only thing left was knowing her body. And god did he ache to do that. He shrugged. “Doesn’t matter. It’s her mind I’m attracted to.”

  “Yeah, but you like tits.”

  He had a point.

  “This girl might not even be a girl. She could be some fifty year old dude getting his kicks by crushing your idiotic heart.”

  It’d crossed his mind, but he always pushed those thoughts away. Living in a state of denial was comfortable for now. This was his dream girl. They’d been talking almost constantly for the last four months – first about music then things had turned flirty. Most recently, it’d morphed into something real, surprising both of them. He’d never guessed he’d be the internet dating type but here he was, falling for a girl he’d never met. But they had a connection – stronger than anything he’d felt before. Seeing her, feeling her, would complete it, but it didn’t make him like her less that he hadn’t yet.

  “I have pictures of her.” Blonde, big blue eyes, sweet smile. She even looked like a kindergarten teacher. A naughty teacher who was secretly dirty and just needed someone to bring it out of her. He almost groaned. Yeah, he’d had that fantasy too.

  Darren shot up in his seat. “You don’t know if that’s her!” He placed the soda can on the coffee table. “And the fact that she won’t video chat with you is a huge red flag.”

  Levi glared at the soda can. There was a coaster right there. Was it so hard to put the can on the coaster? Why did he share an apartment with this slob anyway?

  He sighed, knowing the answer easily. Not many people could put up with his guitar strumming at all hours of the night. Not to mention, when he got a song idea in his head, he often forgot to eat and sleep.

  “Listen,” Darren started. “I’m begging you to think about this rationally. Get your head out of that sappy, poetic, musician space and into reality.”

  Drops of water glided down the can and slid onto the table. There’d be a ring when he picked it up. He leaned forward and placed the can onto a coaster then tossed his roommate a dirty look.

  Darren snorted. “Sometimes I wonder if you’re even a dude.”

  “Fuck you.”

  “I’m serious, Levi –”

  “I know, I know.” He put a hand out to ward him off. “I already emailed that girl. The tech genius or whatever.”

  He nodded. “Lauren said she’s good. Odd but gets the job done quick.”

  Quick was good. Not only because she charged by the hour but he was anxious to see what she’d find out. The biggest red flag revolved around Skype. Every week, he begged Hope to video chat, but she always had an excuse not to. Her computer wasn’t working or she had company over and it was too loud or something. Every time they had the conversation anxiety formed a knot in his gut. But then she’d talk about coming to Boston to visit and it eased his fears.

  He refused to believe Hope was some dude sitting in his mother’s basement. Their bond felt too real. If she wasn’t real, not only would he feel like the biggest sucker in the world, but it’d break his heart too.

  “The timing kinda sucks though,” he said, thinking about paying this hacker to prove he wasn’t crazy. “I haven’t sold anything yet and teaching guitar lessons only goes so far.”

  “I’ll spot you the money. This girl could be a serial killer and it’d be a pain in the ass to find a new roommate.”

  Levi chuckled. “Must be nice to have a degree in accounting instead of something useless like music.”

  Darren leaned back and smiled. “Yup. Sometimes it pays to do what your parents tell you to.”

  “If I did that, I’d be sitting in a cubicle all day, brainwashed into thinking my boring life didn’t suck.” His dad worked hard to fund their mother’s perfect life charade and pill habit. His only fond memories of him as a child were family vacations twice a year – skiing in the winter and a lake house in the summer. Same place every time. He’d gotten bored of that too. Was it any wonder he’d picked an unstable career?

  “Better than teaching little brats how to play guitar for ten bucks an hour.”

  He sneered at his friend. “It’s twenty.”

  “It’s barely enough to cover your grocery bill.”

  His ego suffered a blow though it was true. Darren didn’t know this but he’d only had to cut back because he was saving for a ring. If not for Hope, for someone, someday. �
�I can pay the hacker on my own,” he told his friend, “but quit drinking my groceries, asshole.” He gestured to the soda can on the table.

  Darren barked a laugh then stood. “I’m going to bed. Tell Hope I said goodnight, pookie.”

  He chucked a pillow at his friend, which Darren dodged on his way to his room. The guy took the typical frat boy stereotype and multiplied it by ten. Levi had spent the better part of this year waiting for him to grow up, but getting anyone just out of college to reliably pay their bills was a miracle. Darren did that plus they liked the same music and movies. Any housecleaning disputes they settled in Call of Duty. Who else could say that about their roommate?

  Chapter 3

  Short black hair, glasses, and a nose ring.

  Levi looked up from the email open on his phone and stared into the sea of faces. That was at least fifty percent of the population in here. With a sigh, he bypassed the long line at the counter and took a seat at a small table in the back where he could watch the door.

  At least three girls that matched the description walked by but nobody that appeared to be looking for someone. He wasn’t about to jump up and yell her name at random people either. Why hadn’t they done this the other way around? He’d have told her what he’d be wearing at least.

  Nerves formed a pit in his stomach. He bounced his leg under the table. Why was he so anxious about this? This hacker would find nothing. Hope was real and in love with him. He felt it in his bones. Didn’t gut feeling count for anything anymore?

  Ugh. Who was he kidding? Last night, she’d come up with another excuse not to video chat. She’d said her connection was bad. At this point, he’d take a blurry silhouette. Anything was better than feeling like he was chasing a figment.

  A girl stepped away from the counter, holding a drink precariously in one hand with a giant computer bag hooked over her shoulder. The bag looked like it weighed more than she did and he fought the urge to catch her when she teetered a bit as she walked through the crowd. Big glasses made her face look delicate. She peered around the shop, looking a little awkward.

 

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