Novel & Cerita Handsome Nerd

The only thing that I will learn is how nerdy he is! “Yes. We are here to review, it’s the reason why you are here at the very first place.” Now I regret going with him If I actually don’t need this, I wouldn’t have go with him. I still can’t believe I’m with a nerd right now. Why does nerd always have to be nerdy looking? Why can’t it be someone handsome and cool? Then they wouldn’t be nerd would they? “I know but---” “W-what?” “Magnus…”

Did I mention how beautiful he is? Hot Nerd. That's what the other girls at my event planning job call him. Locke is six foot three, naturally muscular. Thick in places it should be illegal. And he clearly has no idea what to do with all of that size and strength. It's untouched and untested. The buttons of his dress shirt struggle to remain closed, black hairs that match the unruly waves on his head peek out over the top. The fly of his slacks is strained. God bless his tailor for hugging those bulky male lines. He's doing the lord's work.

“What the hell is happening to you, Damon Furlord? O-Of course I’m really better than that four-eyed man! I-I just mean that that nerd is so lucky to have me at her side! Doesn’t she know how many girls fight with each other just to get me?!” I heaved a sigh and hugged my pillow again as I stared on a space. “That nerd, how dare her to tell me I’m not handsome? And how dare her to call me gay too?! Does she want me to make her see how such a man am I? Does she want me to kiss her to prove it?!”

"Force of habit, I guess." Now that she took a proper look at him, she noted his appearance. He was undeniably handsome, but in a nerdy kind of way. He had tousled brown hair that fell over his forehead, piercing gray eyes behind a pair of stylish black-rimmed glasses, and a sharp jawline softened by a hint of stubble. He was dressed in a crisp white shirt with the sleeves rolled up, revealing toned forearms, and dark, well-fitted jeans. The overall effect was charmingly intellectual.

The soft cotton material of his hunter green shirt caresses my cheek. I feel him chuckle and I look up to see his soft blue eyes are playfully looking at me. "You're such a nerd." I lightly swat his arm. "For your information, we prefer the term intellectual badass." He chuckles again. "As I said... nerd. But you're a cute nerd, so it's okay," he adds and pulls me up so that we are lying on our sides, face to face.

"I don't know, dude, maybe a ninja wearing a bell." As the class continued, I half-heartedly paid attention to the teacher as she finished explaining the syllabus and started doing icebreakers. I never really paid attention during these because I was abysmal at socializing with others. Ajax on the other hand seemed to be born for these kinds of things and went so far as to introduce me as well, which led to my icebreaker being extremely short and bland. "Hello, My name is Mason and I enjoy sarcasm and loathe socializing."

They get sucked into the meandering crowd of chaotic travelers, chunky lady in hot pursuit, leaving me straight in the viewpoint of her scanty boyfriend. His face morphs from mild panic to that open-mouthed, cartoon-wolf-in-love look — as if he’s gonna swallow me whole, spit me out to chew me up again. Great. As if my raw nerves aren’t raw enough. The guy looks like your typical nerd – thick glasses, a simple crew sweater over a button-up shirt. To make the look even more official, his mouse-brown hair is combed back in a sleek, wet-look style that went out in the sixties.

I look up to apologize, only for the words to die a painful death in my throat at the sight that greets me. The guy standing in front of me looks like a fallen angel straight out of a gothic painting. He has long, blonde hair falling past his shoulders, a sharp, hairless jawline, and ridiculously pretty features. But it’s his eyes that creeps me the flip out. One is a piercing green. The other is milky white–like a dead storm–giving him a manic appearance. "If you don't watch where you're sprinting, dollface," he says, giving me a smile that doesn’t reach his eyes at all, "you might just get swallowed whole by a starving snake."

Her beauty was striking, poised yet effortless, and her calm expression only made her seem more untouchable. Rose glanced between the two boys, her gaze lingering a second longer on Noah. He was handsome, though in an obviously nerdy way — the thick glasses, neatly combed hair, and slightly awkward posture gave him away immediately. Cute, she thought, but definitely a certified nerd. Simon’s voice snapped her out of her quiet assessment.

You helped me out ! “Hey there nerd !” * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *