El Nerdo Novelas e Histórias

"So, you never liked me? Not even a little?" "I did, once," I admitted. "But your jokes showed you weren't worth it." Ignoring her and my raving parents, I ordered security to escort the troublemakers out. Predictably, my parents wouldn't let go of their cash cow that easily. They first bombarded me with calls and texts. Then they rounded up some online reporters, blocking the company entrance with phones live-streaming. "World-famous designer Troy Nielsen is an ungrateful son. He hogged $50 million and dumped his parents!"

Noel whispered. Nardy’s eyes gleamed with quiet determination. “I took pictures. His last name is Edwards, right? How dare he bully Mommy? Let’s teach him a lesson.” They hated seeing their mother sad. “That man hurt Mom and forced her to leave the country. Don’t worry, I’ll handle him,” Nardy declared. As a skilled hacker, Nardy wasn’t just all talk. He already had a plan, and Noel was the only one who knew it. Meanwhile, across the city, atop a sleek skyscraper with over a hundred floors, Dylan signed a contract with practiced ease.

Ten A lot of the people I tutored were usually athletes. At the moment, I was sitting at a café, with one of the quarterbacks. A shadow fell over me. “Another conquest, Emmi?” I looked up and standing there was Nero. He was tall with jet black hair and had a scar over his eye. I sighed and glanced up at Carter, the blond football player I’d been helping. “Hey, how about I call you later and we can try this again?” I said.

“What the…” Nero raised his hands in the air. He is like someone who is giving up. “I don't mean to be offensive or disrespectful… but I suspect one thing… I can smell Randu in Burdak… but not Randu. I don't smell Burdak in her body… She looks like she's still… a virgin?”

Adam asked as he gave me my bag. I nodded in response. He is my ride so I can’t really refuse. “See you later, Nerd.” I felt a smile threatening to make an appearance at the nickname, causing me to remember our first conversation. I’m growing fond of this guy and I have no idea whether it’s a good thing or a bad thing.

Don't let a nerd ruin your image. ​I hadn't realized I was part of the school’s 'Pep Rally' plans. But as I looked at the gold bracelet in my hand, I realized I had the perfect 'shuttle' to send Chloe a message she couldn't ignore. ​The rally was the biggest social event of the semester. The entire school would be in the gym. The lights, the cameras, the noise—it was the Queen’s favorite stage. ​I headed down to the locker rooms. I didn't go to my locker; I went to the girls' side. I knew the code to the equipment room from my work-study shift. I slipped inside, the smell of floor wax and rubber heavy in the air.

His thoughts came to a halt when he remembered her innocent face which was depicting how innocent she was. He closed his and muttered," Nerd." Soon, he dozed off.

CLARA'S POV I stood there for a second, then followed the crowd of students pushing through the double doors. The auditorium filled up fast, students packing into every row until the head of the design program stepped up to the podium at the front, a wide smile on her face. "I know you've all heard the rumors," she said, "and I am happy to say they are true. We are launching the Sterling Heights Youth Fashion Collective, the very first of its kind, in partnership with Nike, the CFDA, and Teen Vogue."

“Then make it hurt, baby.” Noa’s laugh was bitter. “You’re such a psycho.” “You like that about me.” The main hall loomed open, wide and empty except for Nero. He stood at the altar, hands in his pockets, black combat boots splashed in red like he’d been stepping through bodies. His grin split wide when he saw them. “Took you long enough.” Noa’s gun rose, sharp and steady. “Shut up.” Nero’s eyes gleamed. “Still with him, huh? Even knowing what’s inside you?”

The one that would have fought the void for me instead of feeding me to it. She looks at me now, eyes soft around the event horizons. Nerida: “So yeah. I’m the girl who swallowed a galaxy because it was the only way to keep the dark from swallowing me first. But I’m also just Nerida. Third-year. Void-skate team captain. Really good at making coffee that tastes like nostalgia. And if you ever need someone to eat a sky court for you… I know a girl.” She offers a tentacle. I take it.