Attractive Nerd Novelas e Histórias

*She's fine as fuck *Damn shawty so cool now I see why them niggas are fighting over her *She's literally a baddie on I*******m, why is she acting like a damn nerd in school Reply *Looks like you haven't seen her this semester, she farming aura bro, she's a fucking 10 plus 100, she's worth the fight, I've always told you guys that she's hiding a whole bunch of beauty beneath those big glasses and heavy ass clothes. Reading the comments from the guys in my school I don't know whether to feel happy or sad, cause honestly I've always seen myself as pretty no matter the version of me that bring out, the fact that people thinks being a nerd makes you ugly is crazy cause now that I think about it

Truth be told, I have always wanted someone to like me for me but I do not really know why anyone would like me. I am not sexy like Ava or hot like Ava, or stylish like Ava, or outgoing like Ava. I am a nerd who does nothing but spend her days in a library because history is fun. And who loves cooking and wearing sundresses and needs glasses. I really don’t have much to offer. I am not even funny. I lack the sense of humor and I am very calculative and I .. I … have never had sex and I don’t plan to sleep with a man I won’t marry and .., and … I really don't see a reason why anyone would like me.

he rolls his eyes, grabbing the chopped vegetables to start the sauce. “Yeah… and why does that annoy you so much? We just have to say that’s not going to happen and move on,” I murmur, crossing my eyes and observing him as he works. He shouldn’t be attractive. Seriously. On paper, he looks like a nerd. He has mousey brown hair, blue eyes framed by prescription glasses and he dresses like a middle aged man. And yet, all of that together works to make him look really damn good. Maybe because he’s really tall and his arms are thick so the button shirts he wears stretch in a really hot way. And he’s smart, so those glasses fit his know-it-all personality.

"I already feel like shit because I can't experience romantic attraction for anyone, but that was just cruel." "You shouldn't feel like shit for that, Ace," Marcos sighed, "You're not a sociopath, or psychopath. You're a boy that spends half of his day with his grandma, trying his best to make sure she never gets sad for a minute and refuses to sell the truck that belonged to her husband, even though you need the money and it'd help with so many things in the house. You're considerate. You're funny. You're kind, and you're sweet. Just because you don't feel romantic emotions doesn't stop you from having actual normal feelings." "I know that, but I don't know. If I had romantic attraction, so

Jesusfuckingchrist. He’s built. Not just toned—well-defined, cut, the kind of body that shouldn’t belong to a so-called nerd. And at this point, I shouldn’t even be surprised. Everything about him is fake. Nerds don’t make jocks feel threatened. Not that I feel threatened or anything. Nerds wear thick-ass glasses. Nerds don’t carry themselves like they own the fucking room. Nerds sure as hell aren’t built like that. How did he get them? Has he been hitting the gym? How did I not notice?

I explained. “So what did you find out?” Asher asked calmly. Unlike Dana who is hot headed, Asher is cool and calm. And he listens with rapt attention. “Those kids are not human especially the one who led them into the forest!!” I said. “You mean nerdy nerd? “Dana asked mockingly. “Who’s nerdy nerd?” I asked confused. “Nerdy nerd is the girl who I enjoy bullying at school. She’s a nerd and always keeps to herself!!”She said nonchalantly.

Courtney whispered, unsure of herself. “What do you mean? Nervous about what is happening? Don’t be, no one will hurt you. I promise.” A surge of protectiveness pulsed between them. Courtney smiled shyly. “No, I mean. You look like a jock, and you are probably popular with the ladies. I, however, am a huge nerd. I love books, chasing monsters, and wild theories. I love a good mystery. I’ve never been the overly girly type. I’m just—”

They were becoming strangers, not the best friend that was staying hip to hip with each other. She felt the need to approach him, walking towards him a short distance between them she could see the dishalved look he had on. His hair was all over the place untamed. His eyes sullen and swollen like he hadn’t slept at all this past week. The shirt he had on was worn inside out, he looked like a shell of the person. The Frennick she was seeing wasn't the Fennick she knew. Fennick who was all about perfection and always organized was now looking like he could barely dress himself up.

Her chest was bouncing every time she moved. It was the prettiest sight to him. He had never seen something this gorgeous in his entire existence. At one point she is the most innocent soul he has ever witnessed that if he merely touches her, she would break. And at another, she is the most wicked nerd who could wrap him around his fingers and walk him like a dog. Although, his male-ego will never let him accept the second point but it's a harsh truth.

He exuded an aura of confidence that was neither intimidating, bitingly sarcastic, violent nor magnetic. His name was Attus, and he had the aura of a man that every girl would trust as a best friend, but nobody would ever date. He was not a nerd or weird looking. But as attractive as he looked, he just did not strike on my nerves like his annoying half brother.