Fake Nerd Novels & Stories

I said, trying to sound friendly. She smirked before looking at her plate. “A little… um… I am more of a nerd. I don’t fight, but I am very book smart. Computer smart and all things techy.” Her eyes met mine as she kept going when she saw that I was eating and not making fun of her. “I’m a girly girl at heart. I’m not sure I am as spunky as you are… but I do enjoy a good prank and having a laugh.” “We are a loud bunch.” Brett laughed. “I’m excited to see what you can do with a computer.”

Why would I even do that? Annie: Because if you do this, not only will Sophia be out of the picture, but every other woman coming. He’s popular now, Nessa! He isn’t the nerd we knew—he’s social media’s sweetheart now. And every dirty girl out there wants a taste of that teddy bear. I stared at her for a few seconds, squinting and processing what she said. That’s true. He is popular now. But he’s always going to be a nerd. A NERD!

"It's okay if you call it love, I mean I see you too as friends and nothing more. It's hard to know what you want. From screaming the house down about hot fantasy men to dating a nerd, seem crazy to me." "He is not a nerd! Nuella defended stamping her feet fitfully and shutting her brother a dagger glare, her fist tightening out of frustration while Ivano stood still, trying to contain his laugh. "You know what? I think it's time you leave. Go to work and make meetings about how to kill. At least my boyfriend doesn't seat his ass down for the entire day doing nothing but plotting how to kill." “It still doesn't change his identity as a nerd." Ivano teased with a wink that had Nuella rolling

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.

"But one thing you're missing is refusing to know that this isn't a joke." Sage took steps forward to meet the Seer. “I don't want to know if this is a joke or not. All I'm interested in is for you to let me get into the mystic world!” His voice was cold and threatening. He wasn't in the mood for play and the Seer wouldn't olay foul with him when he was entirely serious. He was tired of all the bullshit!

Liam trailed off suggestively, implying unsavory escapades. "Totally," Cindy chimed in, her tone as phony as her lashes. "We're old pals. If you're struggling, speak up. With your background—no college, no sharp clothes—you might bomb interviews. Want me to take you shopping? I can spot you cash. You were a whiz kid. It's a shame seeing you like this." Shannon stayed silent, her nails digging into her wine stem. Her intense gaze bore into me like lasers. Her boyfriend, Zach Fuller, leaned forward with condescending pity and open disdain.

"To get into a car with me, especially if I'd treated them badly a while ago. I tend to treat people really badly." A frown graced my features. "Why do you treat people badly?" Jordan looked up at me, and something crossed in his eyes. Something indecipherable. But was it weird that it felt like he was trying to figure something out? In a slow second, one corner of his mouth lifted in a faint smirk. “You really don’t pay attention to rumors, huh? I've heard that's a thing with nerds. Heads and eyes on your books and nothing else." "I'm not a nerd," I pushed back, even though I knew I was. For fuck's sake, I used a pair of horn-rimmed glasses, and everyone in my class came to me when they had

“Hehe, I knew this day would come. The day where you finally realize who you really are, a pathetic, cheap prosthetic!” ‌ “Uh, dude. The word you’re meaning to say is prostitute, I believe,” Ned was unable to hold back his tendency to correct the musclehead. “Geez, good job in killing the mood, bonehead.” ‌ “Shut up! That was just a typo, and everyone makes typo these days! Stop being so judgmental, four eyes!” yelled Niels right in front of Ned’s face. “Stop being so uptight with your butt!” ‌ Ned rolled his eyes. “First and foremost, just because I’m nerdy and geeky doesn’t mean I’m wearing glasses, pal. You have eyes and you can see me not wearing any, it’s not like you’re reading a novel

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Asshole: nerd? Asshole: nerrdddd ?? Asshole: answer me Then Maggie texts me. Maggie: hey it's zeke, ANSWER ME. Oh, this boy.