Bad Nerd Mga Nobela at Kwento

“We just have to be careful.” “Tell me more about him,” Hayden said, opening one eye to look at him. “What are we dealing with?” Beck leaned back in his seat slowly.“He is smart,” he replied, a faraway look in his eyes. “But more like… purely book smart. Not street smart,” he chuckled lowly. “He is a nerd, Hay. Like the kind of obvious nerd that got one bullied.” Hayden frowned slightly. “So he is a genius?” Beck shook his head. “He was intelligent and learned quickly. But I won’t go as far as to call him that,” he admitted. “I actually taught him some things back then. Coding, basic exploits, bypass logic… like white-hat stuff.”

I answered as every glint of hope in their faces drained off while I walked out of the dining room making my way to the entrance of our house. I knew quite well in myself that I can't make such a promise to what they just said, I don't look for troubles, but troubles always had their way of coming to me first before I attack back without having a second thought. Okay! I'm Jade Carson, the only child of my parents and a crazy nerd. Furthermore, I said crazy, right? Yeah, I did… most people when they hear someone being a nerd, they have this mentality that the person has to have this fragile and weak personality who just finds hope in books.

As desperate as I was for some dick, this was too much. He looked like the type of weirdo that still lived in his mother's basement. I would sit across from him, endure his company and his conversation, enjoy the free meal, and then thank him for the free meal. It was the least polite thing I could do. He told me his name was Bernie and that the pictures he used on his profile were from some years ago. His glory days he called them. I had a hard time believing the hunk on his profile was related to him in any way. I didn't believe it at all. He was capping.

He sounds like an actor on stage playing a lovesick role in some play and I crack up. “Ever tried theatre?” I ask once I’m done laughing. “Why? Am I any good?” “You’re perfect.” “Theatre is for nerds like you.” “Blah blah says the boy who came top of the class.” “A nerd is socially inept and boring. Does that sound like me?” “Does that sound like someone who would get up on stage and captivate hundreds of people?” “Okay, maybe not boring. Perhaps nerd is the wrong word for it.” “What classifies as boring, anyway? Is it a crime to have different interests?”

I am Sarah Lewis, the most unpopular and unloved girl in college. How pathetic is it in today's times if you wear glasses, don't use make-up, your clothes are not branded and fashionable, and you don't have any bad habits like smoking and drinking? You will be known as a nerd. But what does it matter? I am not one of those rich, spoiled brats, so I am happy with the tag of nerd. But what happens when your heart falls on some spoiled rich boy?

I rather be mateless than be the laughing stock of the school. MATE !MATE !MATE! Gray shouted but I locked him out and looked at Bennett, and said "I would rather be mateless then be mates with a nerd like you" then walked away and back to where my parents. As I reached the stadium my mom did the unthinkable. She slapped me. I looked at her with wide eyes as she glared at me

Although he was quiet at first,he opened up a little later on. Devan is the wild child. He is the one that smokes and is covered in tattoos. He jumps from girl to girl every week or so. He never liked obeying the rules but he has no choice but to do so. He calls it the disadvantage of being bestfriends with the future Alpha. Kendrick is the joker. He likes pulling pranks and causing chaos everywhere he goes. He is funny as hell and he does not give a damn about what people think.

Jaxon. God, even his name sounded like trouble. The golden boy of campus. Hockey captain. Broad shoulders, sharp jawline, hair that always fell effortlessly into place like some commercial. He was the boy girls whispered about in locker rooms. The boy I never thought would even look at me, not when I was the nerd who hid behind thick lenses and over-washed cardigans. But now, here he was, half-dressed, trousers hanging low on his hips, the room spinning with the sour, heavy scent of alcohol clinging to his breath. His weight hovered over me, warm and too close.

The cute tiger is crazy when his face turns red with annoyance. "I thought you don't fuck nerd and ugly girls. Why are you now saying fuck me?! What the hell boss ?! Keep it in the rock. That this nerd and ugly secretary in front of you, will never, ever, ever fuck you nor kiss you. So keep it up to your esophagus, "I litany. So annoying! He's the only one I dream of. "Why should I keep it up to my esophagus if I can plant you," he said with a smile and quickly stole a kiss from my lips.

"I do not like him" "I'm just saying that you two would make a great couple. Bad boy and the nerd". "I am not a nerd". I told her off. "You read books always, you are not on any social media sites, you do not let friends visit your home and you inly have two friends. Thats the definition of a nerd". "Bella". Jeremy warned. "I only read books because i'm bored. How can you say you are my best friend and not know me?". "What about you? You claim to be my best friend and yet there are some secrets that you prefer hidden from me". She replied.