Hot Nerd Novels & Stories

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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!

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.

He was just a kid with a gift from God. I had a big crush on him when we first met; he was fourteen, adorable, blue eyes, blonde hair, with a cute smile and I was nerdy twelve years old. It was more than just a crush so I told him, but he turned me off and told me he just wanted to be my friend. I was sad for days and I asked him if he was gay or into guys. He laughed and just said he knew we weren’t going to last. I didn’t push him and I just stayed as just his friend but once in a while, he’d warn me of certain things and people.

Jaxon. God, even his name sounded like trouble. The golden boy of campus. Hockey captain. Broad shoulders, sharp jawline, hair that always fell effortlessly into place like some commercial. He was the boy girls whispered about in locker rooms. The boy I never thought would even look at me, not when I was the nerd who hid behind thick lenses and over-washed cardigans. But now, here he was, half-dressed, trousers hanging low on his hips, the room spinning with the sour, heavy scent of alcohol clinging to his breath. His weight hovered over me, warm and too close.

“Doesn’t matter. But Lena’s different—she’s a nerd, right? A super hot nerd, but still a total nerd all the same. So…” “So what the fuck do nerds like?” I scratched the back of my head, swearing under my breath. I wasn’t good at this romance shit. It felt foreign and hard, my mind racing through her colour-coded notes, the books, how way she reorganised my shelves, muttering about reports and deadlines and whatever the fuck. “Great question. Have fun figuring that one out on your own.” I started to walk away. “Sure. Thanks for the half-assed advice, man.”

he keeps saying nerd again and again. I don't say a word but just stare at the wall. " Nerd " " Nerd " " Nerd " " Go away Noah " I mutter " Why nerd ? " he asks smirking I growl " Nerd " " Nerdddd " " What the hell is your problem " I say angrily staring at his face. His expression was so annoying. he still had that stupid smirk and his eyes held that of admiration. " Oh fiesty nerd " he chuckles " I didn't know you had this side in you. tell me do you roar secretly too ? " he asks mockingly.

Even, became friends since they attended the same school. Ellen had recognized him at first glance, since he is popular as the "Hot nerd" among girls in their school, about which only Gracie was unaware of! Partially, because she always focused on her academics and a small circle of friends she had. And also because she barely attended the late night parties of her schoolmates. "And why are you a sex coach? Also at this age?" Was the only question Gracie had asked him, knowing this shouldn't be her business to mind and yet asking out of curiosity.

"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

Her voice is warped by the ambient hum of my dying PC fan, but still very judgmental. I roll onto my stomach, pushing aside a graveyard of snack wrappers. “Pixel, please. If I get arrested, it's because I cracked a dead whale wallet and forgot to clear my browser history. Not because the FBI found me eating cereal shirtless at 2 a.m.” “You’re disgusting.” “I prefer the term ‘vintage hacker chic.’” “You’re a nerd in sweats with a death wish.” “Sexy death wish,” I correct. My headset crackles as someone new joins the chat. “Is the sexy death wish playing tonight or what?”