Attractive Nerd Novels & Stories

"I was not inviting you, you blockhead!" "Yes you were." "No!" "Yes!" "No!" "Yes!" "Yes!" "That's what I was telling you." I groaned. "Shut up. And get off." "Why? Most girls would enjoy to be in this position." "Nerds are not my type." "I'm not a nerd," he protested. "Right, nerd is not the right word. How about abominable?" "Oh yeah?" He smirked again. God, he smirks so much. What an annoying habit.

Everyone's attention turned to him, as miss OG put down the pile of books she'd gathered ready to take her leave, and smiled at Owen. Necessarily, Owen was a nerd, a very sarcastic nerd, in most of the other classes, he wouldn't fail to ask a question.. Especially the questions that were dumb and would even be answered by any absentee.. However, Owen was quiet in every lesson ...which made me wonder how it is that he was still a nerd but always made math lessons interesting... You see , he was the only nerd that was popular..brown hair, grey eyes, which he always hid in glasses, and a brown complexion, he was famous, even around the bad boys and the cheerleaders, how...you wonder.. Simple, h

I was fuming. “What if I say I do?” He licked his lower lip and the sight of his tongue reminded me of that damn kiss again. “What happens then?” When I didn’t answer, he let out a deep chuckle and smiled. “Don’t worry, you’re not my type. I prefer blondes. Not a crazy redhead.” He deserved another eye roll. “Praise the Lord, the nerd said I’m not his type! Finally, my life won’t be a teenage drama movie bullshit.” I turned around and plugged my earphones again. He made me miss Liam’s amazingly sexy voice. Geez.

Then I decided on a pair of black knee-length boots. I curled my hair and pulled it all to one side and braided one piece on the top so it was like a crown. I walked downstairs just as there was a knock on the door. "Hey,” he said, smiling, leaning against the doorframe. “Hi.” I smiled back. Everyone saw a bad boy or a player or whatever they wanted to classify him as but really he was nothing but a big dork. A cute one at that, but still a dork. I guess that’s why they always say the nerd gets on so well with the player.

“I’m genuinely attracted to you, Becky. I’ve never felt this way about any woman before. But I’ve contemplated my feelings for an entire day and I’m certain about them.” He stared up at the moon above us and took a long, deep breath. “I don’t deserve a woman like you,” he admitted sadly. “I’ve always considered myself to be nothing more than an unattractive nerd. The Moon Goddess hasn’t blessed me with desirable features like she has with other men. I’m grateful for my scientific mind, but when it comes to my appearance… I know I’m not much. Nevertheless. I want you to know my feelings, Becky.”

"Why should I help you? What’s in it for me?" "Aside from the fact that it'll be the best sixty seconds of your pathetic life? Nothing." I reached out, my fingers trembling as I grabbed the rough fabric of his hoodie. "Just shut up and let me get this over with." "You look like you're about to vomit," he whispered, his voice dropping to a dangerous vibration. "Is the Ice Queen actually scared of a nerd?" "I’m disgusted, Elias. There’s a difference." "Then show me," he challenged. "Show me how much you hate it."

It was quite amazing that I would jump into conclusions like that when I prided myself in having so much self-control and never being rattled. "Quite a shock isn't it? I guess that you are finally eating your words, nerd?" Nate's unmistakable voice thundered behind me. I didn't give him the impression that I had truly thought that he wouldn't be able to come up on the test board. "Selling yourself short now?" I asked with a small smile. I knew that I was probably overstepping my bounds but I wasn't going to have it any other way especially when he tried to make me realize that I was one of the most attractive persons that he had seen.

As usual they have that dark shade that is his hidden in them. If you met him somewhere else, you would see the most handsome guy. His dirty blonde hair, Well toned body and 6ft height makes him capable of attracting any girl that he want..but not me. ” So the nerd actually talks " he says sarcastically his gang that is next to him busting out into laughter. The best thing for me to do is to get out of here . I begin to move but just as I take the first step, he gets in front me blocking my sight.

One of those D1 athletes. “You’re totally a jock, ” I snickered. “You must have been a fratboy in college.” He leaned back on the railing of the lift and raised an eyebrow. “A fuckboy, you have the vibe,” I tease him. “Au contraire, I was a nerd,” he said proudly. “What?” I find it hard to believe. “With this whole….thing,” I gesture to his overall looks, wealth, and attitude, “You were a nerd?” “Yeah, I was even a loner. I still am,” he led us to a black pickup truck. I guess every engineer is required to have one.

"What makes you two think that I'm that to you? I've said it before that I'm a nobody, yet you two don't seem to believe that and want to talk to me even if there's no reason." "I can't explain it other than this: Imagine going to a school where everybody looks, acts, and generally is the same, then one day someone shows up who's unique. That's essentially the vibe we got from you, and it's more or less stuck with us," I said before cracking my drink open, "I get it if it doesn't make much sense but that's the best way I have to explain it to you."