God Bless Us All Nerd Novels & Stories

Thank God. “You fucking bastard!”

Kyle Black. He's your average, good-looking, football playing, jerk. And the big reason why my life at school is hell. Sure, somedays I just wish I could wipe that smug smirk off of his face, but then I remember that he's the future Alpha. Can't mess with them. People seem to like calling me 'Nerdy Skylar.' It doesn't even rhyme! Though I just kept reminding myself that this is my last day here for a while, so I'll finally be free of them later today.

“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

"Let's teach this faggot a lesson." Oh god...

“Why are you thinking about this like marriage and babies?” “Because they all do the same. Just like Graham, cool with it and then want you to quit. I don’t want to quit.” “Then don’t! You’re really reading way too much into this; you definitely need to get laid. He could just be a good fuck and you don’t owe him shit.” I nodded. She was right. We made our way onto the stage after the MC introduced us. “Special one night only! Princess and Misty!” Yep Latisha’s work name was Misty. Fucking awful. The music kicked in and we did what we always do, put on a show. We’d been best friends for years now and were both straight as an arrow so we felt each other up like we were making a cup of tea. As

God, living was hard. If this nerd died because of me, I was so done. Living was going to become overrated. * Beep * * Beep * I needed a miracle right now for the nerd to survive. * Beep * * Beep * * Beep * Huh ?! Her heart was reviving back to normal !! My transfused blood helped afterall ! Miracle- this was honestly a miracle !! My god, I am so glad that I don’t have trust issues with you Moon Goddess. You helped me out !

I softly say. "Thanks." He serves himself and begins eating. "I just want to apologize for overreacting earlier." I say. "It's ok. I'm sorry for saying what I did. It was highly inappropriate." I nod with a small smile. "It's ok. So let's start over." I say extending my hand. "I'm Alexandria Gomez." "Mason King. Nice to meet you." He replies smirking. I bow my head and blush. Why am I even blushing? Oh because the Sex God just winked at me. Pathetic.

"SHE DIDN'T CHOOSE TO HAVE THE GIFT, LOREN. THE GODDESS CHOSE HER! HOW CAN YOU BLAME AN INNOCENT CHILD FOR THAT!?" "SHE COULD'VE REJECTED THE GIFT. SHE COULD'VE ASKED THE GODDESS TO TAKE BACK HER MISTAKE AND BESTOW IT UPON ME!! BUT SHE DID NOTHING!! EVERYONE!! EVERYONE ELSE AROUND ME WAS BLESSED WITH THE GODDESS MARK. I SPENT MY LIFE FEELING INADEQUATE. ALL OF YOU ALL'S FAKE LOVE AND SUPPORT MADE ME SICK. I THOUGHT I WOULD SPEND MY LIFE ALONE AND MISUNDERSTOOD."

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.