How Do I Dress Like A Nerd Mga Nobela at Kwento

After that, I would not be able to doubt that I would assassinate him. My targets in the record do not end well. I wore a simple dress that felt like it was only for Sunday masses. It was not my type, but this will match the innocence as my façade to manipulate him. I don’t have any idea how he chose these types of dresses when clearly, these are for only nerds. I am not a nerd. I am a queen bee! Even in my college days, I was a campus crush. Even though I was protesting deep inside me, I continued dressing up. I put light makeup on, combed my hair after drying it, and wore mediocre heels that would match my outfit.

I knew I didn’t pay much attention to how I dressed, but that’s how I learned. ‘Cover up, don’t let your bum show.' I was a fast developer thanks to Mom's genes. The type that already had full blown boobs by middle school and I hid them under baggy shirts and sweaters. Could that be why Justin saw me as his nerdy friend after all these years? I had painstakingly watched Justin date three girls over the years, and they were nothing like me. I didn’t want to be the nerdy friend anymore. I wanted to be a girl, the type of girl Justin wanted.

“Really?” I looked down at them. Are they that bad? Urghhh, why do I care what he thinks? Raising my head, I narrowed my eyes. “They're the only ones I have that matched my outfit, okay?” He pushed off the car. Visible amusement danced in his eyes. “Are you a nerd, Blondie?” I looked down at myself. My white sneakers gleamed, my tennis black skirt looked moderately fashionable combined with a white shirt. This was one of my most fashionablely decent clothes , and I thought pairing it with an ankle sock would make it look cute.

She already has all the things that a person would ask for in life, wealth, money, intelligence, nice clothes and food but she is a nerd. She was wearing big eyeglasses. Loose uniform, with braces and her hair is kinda not good and she tied her hair into two hairs. That looks like a typical nerd that exists in their school. So no matter how rich she is they really have no interest in her because of her looks. They talk to her but only when they ask for answers to assignments or activities. Other than that there is none. But she was used to it already. Since she was in elementary, her classmates treat her that way so it is nothing new to her.

But their was one thing I couldn't get out of my mind in class. 'What am I going to wear? Can I just wing it?' ~~~~~~~~~ I decided to be a bad boy/ zombie. (A/N I'm dying😍💕🔥) And Mel also decided to dress up as a zombie. She had her dark blonde curly hair in 2 French braids, she had on an oversized white t-shirt and had cut it a bit, it also had fake blood all over the shirt. She also had black leggings on, and black eyeliner with red lipstick.

, my cousin said, waving at me as soon as she sighted her friend. I shook my head. I don’t have any friends here, not because I don’t want to, but people here see me as a nerd and no one wants to get along with a nerd and I can't blame them. After what happened to them, I put my social life to a halt and began to wear baggy clothes to school. I bumped into a lady. “Hey I am sorry”. I bent to help her with her books that were scattered on the floor. “It's fine, I wasn’t paying attention” she replied.

Zada tied her hair in a tight bun and looked at her reflection in the mirror before wearing the thick framed clear glasses which is an essential part of her disguise. She is wearing a beige coloured dress which is two sizes too large for her. She wanted no attention on her. For that, she has to look unattractive. And this look would achieve the purpose. She looked at her reflection in the mirror with a satisfied smile. Perfect!! Fake nerd alert! She thought to herself and grinned at her mirror image.

I had always dressed ordinarily, usually opting for practical and comfortable outfits rather than tight dresses and mini skirts, and I rarely put too much thought into my hair or makeup. On a good day, maybe I would put my hair into a braid and wear a little mascara, but nothing too crazy. And honestly, I never found that side of myself to be particularly disgraceful; if anything, I was proud of the way I looked, even if I looked like a ‘nerd’. “Oh, um… it’s just a temporary makeover,” I said with a chuckle. “I’m still me.” Adrian hummed to himself and shrugged. “You look good, though.”

“ Haha, very funny, just because I don’t look like a nerd, like you.” “I don’t look like a nerd.” I frown, looking at my navy green jacket and white t-shirt and jeans. “Just because I don’t dress like a slut, like your girlfriend.” “Am I sensing some jealousy?” I roll my eyes and walk faster, but I stop and shiver as a gust of wind passes through. “You’re cold. Just let me warm you up.” “I’m fine,” I reply and snap my fingers. In an instant, I’m in winter clothing, complete with gloves and a scarf. “I’ve mastered the art of clothing spells,” I say with a smug smile.

You must be thinking I read business or architecture or arts But no they do not interest me. My interests were a little different from most of the girls . They liked short dresses I liked baggy clothes They wore heels I preferred combat boots. They did nail art while I tied adhesive tape around my knuckles. They liked clicking pictures in front of sports cars While I liked to open the carburetor of it. Simply said I was a shy nerd who liked reading But I didn't read bio/chemistry or physics