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Her breasts were small, her nipples large and pale, and her body surprisingly stunning for a nerdy girl. She stopped next to me, got on her knees, and then ducked under my leg. She resurfaced right between my legs, her back against the table. I looked down at her and she had an incredibly beautiful face. She stuck out her tongue and I saw it was pierced. My heart raced. She took my hand and moved then grasped my cock with her own hand, stroking it hard. I moaned and moved both hands to my breasts. The pink-haired girl kissed down the shaft of my cock and then kissed my balls. I wanted more than anything to cum on her face. She didn't stop when she reached my balls, instead she kept kissing,

And then—because fate has a twisted sense of humor—a paper landed on my desk. Folded perfectly. Like it had been prepared. I glanced around. No one looked my way . I already knew who it was from. Slowly, I unfolded it. Four bold words stared back at me: You're interesting, new girl. My heart dropped. I didn’t have to look to know he was smirking again. Shit. Welcome to hell, Nova. Population: you and whoever the hell that Aiden guy is.

Yet, I didn’t have the book when I landed myself in my current trouble, so maybe I should do more reading and less acting on my horniness. With that in mind, I flip open the book. I skim past the familiar chapters until my attention catches on something I don’t remember reading before. It’s a chapter farther back in the book, entitled, The Pleasant Torture of Edging from a Nerdy Boy. What the hell are these titles? Though I suppose it is effective. It catches my eye, after all. Quietly lambasting the author in my head, I skim through the chapter. Within it, the heroine is flirting with a shy, nerdy boy who mostly stammers at first – until the clothes come off. Then it’s like he’s an entirely

The most amazing bonfire party of the semester, according to my bestie, Jade. I only agreed to come because I was blackmailed. Jade literally threatened to factory-reset my Kindle and permanently wipe my entire 500-book spicy dark romance collection if I spent another Sunday night locked up in the dorm. That is a crime, and there was absolutely no way I was letting that tragedy happen. But the real kicker? Minutes after we got here, my so-called bestie ran off with some hot girl and left me completely stranded. Gosh, when I find her, she’s so dead.

"I won't let you down." Only then did Holly finally relax. From that point on, I showed up at the library every day and stayed up late "studying" in bed at night. Meanwhile, Holly went back to her carefree life, and her followers bragged about her natural talent—how she didn't need to study like some small-town grind just to get good results. What she didn't know was that I spent my time in the library watching movies and scrolling through short videos. As night fell, I spent my hours reading novels. As for all the materials she bought for me? Hah! I sold every single one of them.

No, she didn't care. "Hey guys, look! It's Miss XXX rated!" One of his friends jeered, loud enough for everyone around him to hear. "Still writing those books, Pervy Nerd?" The girl closest to Alex added, "Don't forget to send us the advanced copies, alright?" Everyone around burst into laughter, and Elias's cheeks burned from embarrassment. Some stupid part of her hoped Alex would step in and stand up for her, but he just stood there, silent. Suddenly, a foot stepped into her way and Elias tripped over it. Her balance failed and she fell on her hands, grazing her palm on the concrete floor.

My roommates. I scrambled, shoved Grant’s note deep into my drawer, yanked my robe tight, and sat at the vanity with lotion, pretending to moisturize like nothing was happening. The door flew open a few seconds after. “Guess who the latest Cinderella is?” Katie’s voice carried, mischievous, loud. I froze. Then remembered—shit. The dress was still laid across my bed like a glowing secret. “Nova the Nerd turns Nova the Baddie,” Lena crowed, eyes widening as she swept toward it.

I tried to ignore the prying eyes of my schoolmates as I stuffed all the books and files into my bag and closed my locker. Still, people wouldn’t quit staring and me, acting as a nerd, has no power in changing that because I’m expected to be weak, voiceless and a pushover. Not saying that’s what nerds are, honestly, nerds are awesome but these bitches are just too bitchy to even consider it. I have always tried my best to not draw attention towards me or anything which obviously hasn’t been working. It’s like I’m a retarded, walking, sparkling, rainbow colored dolphin. Okay, maybe not that much but you get the idea.

"I ask my friend who was dating Jace now,he describe you just right.I'm surprise Jace went this low,emo was far enough" That was rude. "You're rude,I don't even know you,I'm surprise Jace dated a jerk like you". "Kid,you're a nerd,you're like a shrimp,you hair is too long for your own good and you don't look like you're even 14.I bet you don't even curse.Jace always went for hot muscular guys that plays sports like me".his smirk got wider "What are you trying to say?".i glare a the jerk. "You're a rebound".he ruffles my hair and I swat his hand away. "and not a good one".

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.