Hot Nerdy Guys Novels & Stories

I seriously don’t see anyone I know in person as a potential target or of help in this plan. This plan is a secret I will carry to my grave. My fellow nerds have walked with me side by side from my early years in college to now in our workplace. And I don't see myself with a nerd husband or partner on this, too. Honestly speaking with all my coworkers, I have not seen the real fatherly genes anywhere near them. Ask them code and you get the right answer. Ask them about diapers and some might need G****e to know what that is.

The sports guys, for some reason, always spent their lunch breaks at the gym, and of course, they were elites, so the school said nothing. The sounds of sneakers squeaking and skates screeching against the floor echoed through the large space. I saw Jaxson standing near the bleachers with Miller and Charles. I walked up to them, keeping my head down. "I fixed it, Jaxson." Miller looked at me and burst out. "Hey, look, it’s HULK, or should I say Jaxson's new muse?" "I think she is more like a sugar mummy," Charles added with a smirk. "You know, based on her size?"

she poked him. “You wish, silly Sal.” ‘I told you to stop calling me that.” “Then stop being silly.” I was still trying to wrap my head around an eighteen-year-old owning a cyber truck that I failed to notice the tension that was building up in the atmosphere. Penny cleared her throat, breaking their stare off, "Who are the tigers?" Sally gasped, and Shane stifled a laugh, "You don't know who the tigers are?" Penny scratched her forehead, "Am I supposed to?"

And here’s the reason why. My bestfriend, Nathan, is the nerd. Not me. Our parents are best of friends that’s why they named us very likely to each other. Another reason why, bad boys in our school are definitely not hot. Like, gosh. They often went to school without taking a shower, wearing the same clothes every other day, and ruin our school properties.

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.

CHAPTER 9: Take a wife and produce an heir The heavy iron doors to the council chamber swung open, and the low hum of conversation died instantly. Nero walked into the hall and wrinkled his nose in disgust at the pungent smell of cigars and cigarettes that hung heavily in the room. It mingled with the scent of aged leather, musky expensive colognes, testosterone, and something else far less tangible but very potent. Fear. The long, mahogany table stretched before him, lined with men who had sworn loyalty to his name. Yet, he knew that some of them would not hesitate… actually, they were waiting for an opportunity to stab him in the back.

Wake Up Alone by The Chainsmokers Autumn POV All eyes were staring at me in disbelief, and I couldn’t really blame them. We were talking about Tyler Vincent after all. He was a nerd — a total nobody. It was a wonder someone even remembered him. Jess probably knew him because she was basically a walking F******k but for us, mere mortals, I doubted we would remember him even after graduation.

This girls wore the fanciest clothes, went to formals and the hottest boyfriends, it was often normal that people like them would find people like me -typical nerd, with the thin squared pink glasses, the metal braces for my protruding teeth and the fact that I never got asked out and did I mention I was black? "U.G" They coined an acronym for the ugliest girl each semester and this year -it was me. So you hardly passed by me without calling or hearing U.G or things like nerd alert. Surprisingly I was never the kind that got the least bothered with this poor jokes, while they sent their love letters around, i stayed in, due hard studying.

The periphery in a real sense became standard and the cooperative was presently not of individuals meeting up over normal interests, yet sharing their most unprecedented ones. In a general public where the periphery, the freak and the unusual ended up on equivalent balance with the unremarkable, such differentiations started to lose meaning. What can properly be considered stunning and vulgar when most of the populace will have watched it on YouTube and giggled? Goodness, them comic book geeks. Goodness them America's Got Talent Nerds. Goodness, them furries. Goodness, them guro fans. Goodness them football fans. Is it accurate to say that they aren't entertaining? Is it accurate to say that