How Do I Dress Like A Nerd Novels & Stories

The barring of music could be heard over the Prime region as the day to crown Sage had arrived. Outside the pack, the building was already filled up with pack members who were there to witness the coronation of their crowned Alpha. While in his room, Sage looked at himself in the mirror and scoffed. The way he was dressed up doesn't suit him. Wearing a long full robe designed with crystal stone and pure gold looked weird on him. Even when he was tall, the robe still swept the floor making him look like a Greek God. However, he was used to wearing a random t-shirt and pants but now that he was becoming an Alpha, he would need to put on something like what he was putting on often. He groaned a

One that no longer concerns me. I take a quick shower and dress up like most guys my age will – a black knee length shorts and blue sweatshirts – the last thing I needed was the attention that came with dressing posh to a club. I don't want to look like some mafia lord or a nerd who is just returning from work, it's always best to blend in. I haven't trimmed my hair in a long while and although Maya complained about how unprofessional it made me look before the business introduction, I still loved the new appearance it gave me – like the young man I actually am.

Insecure mother fuckers! I could already confirm that I’d stand out from the crowd of students today. Nobody even made an effort to dress up! And well, I guess that’s understandable since this event is academically related and not for fun. Most are just wearing a simple shirt and jeans. And then their IDs. Oh, well. I forgot mine. And even if I have it right now, I wouldn’t fucking wear it even if somebody throws a bomb to my feet. It’ll ruin my outfit!

I almost took a selfie myself when an English couple barged in front of me to photograph an antique. “Can you move a little? You’re blocking the light,” the man frowned. “Naive teenagers,” hissed his wife. The inner rude girl in me twitched. I wanted to comment on her oversized yellow sundress, but I settled on a safer option. “I don’t know much about fashion, but yellow isn’t really your color,” I muttered. Her glare was almost a physical force. I quickly stepped back, juggling my luggage. “Happy holidays,” I said nervously. Nerds who start fights accidentally? Yep. That was me.

It felt like a piece of cake, but I still needed a partner in crime, and there was only one name that came to my mind: Norton. The Blue Dreamland's open tour for future employees happened two days later. The tour was about to begin in two hours. In the meantime, we have made the necessary preparations. I wore a brown wig I borrowed from Monique and my grandma's old pair of glasses, saving only the rims so as not to go blind in the process. To complete my geeky look, I put on my old grey suit, the one I bought when I was looking for my first job in New York. Surprisingly, it took a lot of effort to look good enough to be labeled as "nothing special." For most of my life, I was labeled as eith

"How did you get to her in time, anyway? Aside from Em and the car, the street was empty" "Lady, I just saved your friend. Can you say thank you and let me go? I'm not the bad guy here. Look at me. Do I look like a criminal?" he took a step back so that they could see his attire. His attire consisted of a pair of slacks, a dress shirt, and a sweater, which made him look like a nerd. The only thing he was missing was a pair of glasses to complete his look. "I don't know. Criminals have all kinds of looks. Some are even people you would never think of. Especially stalkers and serial killers"

"Let's go to Falwell's, eat ice cream, and you can tell me what non-player shit you have been up to." As I said, I had never had a girlfriend, but I did make friends with people who happened to be girls when I was away at school, friends with whom I had bonded over running, and one academic subject or other. Among the things that my 'girl friends' had beaten into my hapless, nerdy, male head were some faint ideas about the importance of dressing well. Did I dress well all the time? Hell no. I'm still a bit of a geek, and I have better things to spend my time and money on besides clothes. But at least I don't wear mostly brown anymore, and I do have at least a few nice thing to wear.

OLIVIA “This is too boring,” I thought. “I look like a nerd.” I know I am a nerd. I am a goody two shoes. But, I should not look like it today. I pull the t-shirt off and toss it in the corner of my room. It is not the right look for Aiden's house. I don't want to look too plain or casual. I want to look put together, but I also don't want to look like I am trying too hard.

Was he implying that I'm a loner geek too? "I know what you're thinking, but I realized that we're not just similar in initials. Like me, you're a loner. Earlier, it seemed like you had your own world and no one to talk to, and at first glance, you look like a weirdo in your outfit," he looked at what I was wearing. "I mean, I'm a nerd, you have this ghetto hip-hop style, with a baseball cap and loose clothes. We try to look cool, but we don't fit in."

I refused and decided to go to my university. When it came to my studies, I could not make any concessions. Perhaps that was the reason why people perceived me as a nerd. Was I really a bookworm? These books were not even novels; rather, they were books for study. Even though I did not find them interesting like novels, I knew that in order to have a bright future, I needed to acquire some knowledge. I opened the closet door in order to retrieve a dress for myself. I made sure to check out all of the new dresses. When I started looking for a dress, I found one that was either less attractive or baggy.