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“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.”

But i remembered a time when no one even saw me. Back then in high school, i was just a wiry boy with crooked glasses, perpetually hunched beneath the weight of too many books. I smelled faintly of chalk and printer ink, my backpack always bursting with half-finished science projects. My classmates saw "the nerd." But i only saw her. Max.

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

He sounds like an actor on stage playing a lovesick role in some play and I crack up. “Ever tried theatre?” I ask once I’m done laughing. “Why? Am I any good?” “You’re perfect.” “Theatre is for nerds like you.” “Blah blah says the boy who came top of the class.” “A nerd is socially inept and boring. Does that sound like me?” “Does that sound like someone who would get up on stage and captivate hundreds of people?” “Okay, maybe not boring. Perhaps nerd is the wrong word for it.” “What classifies as boring, anyway? Is it a crime to have different interests?”

Hell, most guys couldn't get me off once. This sexy computer nerd knows all the right keystrokes on me. It's too bad I'm never going to see him again.

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?”