Attractive Nerd Novels & Stories

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.

That counts for something, right? My name is Annalise McDermott. And for the record, I am a nerd. A hopeless romantic. A person who believes in love even when it clearly hates me back. This is my playbook, a chronicle of terrible timing, questionable decisions, and the kind of love that shows up when you least expect it, usually right after you've sworn you’re never falling in love again. So here is a little friendly advice: do not follow my advice. At least not until the very end.

He smiled and said, “I didn't just say that to help you out I said it because it is true." I said but you are older than I am and probably have a lot of women who are a lot more attractive than I am. why would you find me attractive? I am not that pretty and I am a huge nerd. I stay to myself and write in a journal. The mention of my journal had his attention and he smirked and asked if there was anything in there about him. I said well duh why wouldn't I write about you in there? I was doing that earlier when I was on the porch when you drove by. He asked if I would ever let him read what I wrote about him and I said who knows maybe one day when I am out of my shy state and not so easily em