Beautiful Nerd Novels & Stories

I said seriously and they both looked at me. My female classmate stood up and gave me a bad look. "And who are you to tell us to stand up huh? You're just a stupid pretentious nerd! Dumb!" "Dumb? Wait, are you talking about yourself? As far as I remember, your grade is all line of 7." My words caused her to be silent.

Who wouldn't fall for Terra? You meet her and you think she has the prettiest face. And you know what they say about pretty faces and how they are brainless bimbos. But then you stay with her and it dawns on you that she's not a brainless bimbo. Infact, she's a pretty smartass lady that's ambitious and dependent. And what even blows my mind is her enormous heart and how deeply she loves people... And her soul... Deep and full of light... She's wholly and all round a beautiful woman. Now tell me who wouldn't fall for that?

"Stuff some more trash in there. Trash deserves a trash can for a locker." At noon I went to the locker room to change my shoes. I had just come through the door when I saw Venetia and a few other rich girls throwing garbage into my locker. It was packed so full the door would not close. My coat and my shoes were in the actual garbage can. Venetia raised an eyebrow when she saw me come in. "Good. Now you've seen it. You aren't welcome at this school. Trash belongs where it belongs. "I'll give you one more week to leave on your own. Otherwise, I've got other ways to deal with you." I answered coldly, "You don't get to decide who stays at this school." Venetia gave a soft laugh and drew one im

She must concentrate on herself, her appearance, her makeup, her clothing. After all, she was a Bernand. Besora Bernand. She had money... power, fame, name and a very established business. Now, she doesn't needs the approval of Conor or any other guy. She just don't need the so-called love of the typical boys... who just spend the nights with girl and left them like they weren't interested... nothing more nothing less.

which should technically not even be possible. “I love your hair,” she commented, “Was it always like that? Or is it like highlights or ___” “Can you like, I don't know, take an hour break from talking? I'm trying to enjoy my music before we get to that cursed 'misery' camp,” “It's actually 'miseri'___” “Not the point here 'dimples'”

This side of my house faces the birds, and they also have their window open so I can hear every word of their loud, animated conversation. "Really, Izzy? That guy? He looks like such a nerd." The blonde one, Sadie, says. I might be embarrassed if it weren't something I've heard hundreds of times. I've embraced the stereotype at this point. Not that I care what this girl thinks. She looks like more of a California girl with her long tan legs and ample cleavage that she has no problem showing off. "I think he's cute. There's nothing wrong with a smart guy." Izzy replies. I can imagine her flipping her dark hair over her shoulder like she did earlier and squaring her shoulders.

Like she always does and gets away. "I'm sorry I didn't know you were coming." "No, my bad too, I thought that "Barbie" was the last." It was the first, that someone she bumped into admitted to be at fault in this shitty school. It warmed Areena's heart and brought a smile to her face. She looked at the girl and she returned the smile. The new student? No wonder her voice sounds familiar. She seems rude and bitchy at first glance. But she is actually this warm. And is good at sarcasm too. Boba girl was indeed a living Barbie, she's always in a heavy make up and dolled up.

He led me to the theater room before scrolling through all the movies we had before settling with beauty and the beast making me raise a brow and he blushed before shrugging as he got comfortable. The movie ended two and a half hours later and I looked down at Bennett as he smiled. He was breathtakingly beautiful. He was beauty in the sense that he was soft spoken, gentle and caring unlike me who was like the Beast who is rough, distant and uncaring. He was my beauty yet I was nothing to him and that hurt. Just because he accepted me doesn't mean that he belongs with me. I'm willing to let him go so he can ha-

“Go get ‘em, tiger!” Taking a deep breath, Amber glided confidently toward Axel, her heels clicking on the marble floor. The room's attention shifted to her, but she focused solely on Axel and the way his eyes seemed to follow her every movement as she made her way to him. “Is that Amber?” “Man! She looks hot!” “Who knew the nerd had such an amazing body? She is stunning. Look at her eyes!” Amber smiled at their comments. Exactly what she wanted. She might be a nerd who buried her face in books and loved to study, but she knew how to make people look when she wanted to.

He kept looking at Fertine. He didn’t know why he was happy to see the nerd. Maybe it was because of him that Ava couldn’t go through with her plan. “I’m sorry, I didn’t know there was someone.” She stammered between the lines. “You can’t see me with the size and thickness of your glasses? Or are you just blinding yourself to disturb us?” Ava glances at Wilder. “You’re probably one of those fangirls of his, huh?” “It’s not just your thick glasses but your face.”