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Kristopher narrowed his eyes "Speak all you know about" "Jude Williams. her information is hidden everywhere and no one can access because an elite hacker called chonky boy is hiding it" Kristopher was suppressing his desire to not slap him. "Chonky....boy?!" "Don't go after the name please. He is the best hacker in the entire country" Still Kristopher was having a hard time believing it. He could've named himself anything strong and sexy but he went for chonky boy.

With wide eyes, she looks up at mine, searching and probing. “You’re a Nero?” she asks in a breath. I nod, but realize that those listening can’t see it. “My name is Nova Ainsley. I grew up on Korpillion. I worked for Horne Energy, but for lunars before I escaped the planet, I was making illegal Neron weapons.” “The weapons maker?” Arden asks, and I can tell, her mind is reeling from all of the revelations.

My name is Emma and I'm what they call a nerd. Not only that I have multiple nicknames like fathead, uglyface, the list is endless. Summer is finally over meaning it's back to school well for me more like I'm going to hell, you see I've always been bullied. It started of being an emotional thing but then they started bullying me physically, shoved me against the lockers, some girls actually slap me but I don't do anything I just walk away.

I explained. “So what did you find out?” Asher asked calmly. Unlike Dana who is hot headed, Asher is cool and calm. And he listens with rapt attention. “Those kids are not human especially the one who led them into the forest!!” I said. “You mean nerdy nerd? “Dana asked mockingly. “Who’s nerdy nerd?” I asked confused. “Nerdy nerd is the girl who I enjoy bullying at school. She’s a nerd and always keeps to herself!!”She said nonchalantly.

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

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!

Shelly said. "Hit it girl the phone is on speaker Cindy can hear you too." "Did we watch Nerdy Glasses on the day of my birthday?" She asked. The girls laughter rang over the phone. "Is there a movie titled that?" "Yeah about a nerd girl and stuff like that," Shelly explained. "Well be sure to let us know when it's out ok. I'd like to watch it." Cindy said over the phone. "Ok I'll just search it online and send the videos to you guys," Shelly replied.

Nick replied," or.... maybe this hacker might be a kid at that time!!!" Joe immediately turned towards Nick in surprise and said," Do you think hacking and dark web world is a joke? or a toy for kids to play around? This hacker was very brillant Nick and people used to remember him as a whale in the dark web word. How can you think that a kid would be able to possess this level of expertise?" Nick didn't respond and his expressions also remain unchanged. Nick was trying to recall if Zieve ever mentioned the name of this cartoon character before him..... but, he couldn't.

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.