How Do I Dress Like A Nerd Novels & Stories

Corie shrieks out. Looking down I see that I am dressed in my old clothes: a clean ivory cotton point collar shirt that had a deep-V to it, my dark brown frock coat, my dark brown tied breeches, and my black calf length boots with gold buckles on the sides. My sword was back in its scabbard, attached to my hip. It felt both wonderful and weird being back in these clothes that had so long ago felt comfortable. Looking at Edward, Harry, Arthur, and John I could see that they were all just as amazed as I was. “Guys! We look so fucking badass!” Nerina squeals.

I said to Amy who got down from looking like someone who was battling with depression. “Yeah, I hope we do.” She replied in a bored tone. I looked down at my outfit which consisted of blue jeans and a white round neck with 'I love science.' printed boldly on it. I smiled as I slung my bag over my shoulder headed into the school. Amy walked behind me like a dog with its tails between its legs. She never had the high school spirit like I did. She sometimes called me a nerd and I didn’t argue with her because I kinda agreed. I loved school, I loved studying, I love learning stuff about science which are the things nerds love.

Unfortunately, I couldn't do that so I was there with crippling anxiety, hoping the noise would attract Anderson. It doesn't. I go back to my room and try to look for something to wear. What does someone wear on their first day in school in college? I'm almost tempted to G****e it but my therapist says I should be one with independence. I pull out one of my sweat shirts and pair it with jeans. I don't look horrible, but what if that was only my opinion. I so really wish Gideon or Jesse were here to provide me with an opinion. I still wear it and head out. Anderson is still in so I don't make an attempt to lick the door.

They had their own world, their own circle, and girls like me didn't exist in it. You're not a nerd, Kyra texted back. You're just shy. Big difference. Same result, I replied, tossing my phone onto the bed. I got dressed in my usual outfit—jeans, a plain sweater, nothing that would draw attention. The last thing I needed was to stand out. I'd learned a long time ago that being invisible was safer than being noticed. The morning lectures dragged on forever. I sat in the back of the class, taking notes and trying not to think about hockey, wolves, or stupidly attractive guys who lived in my apartment building.

Somebody pinch me now, while i still have the decency to pretend that i want to wake up. Dresses are meshed into skin, sagging pants into timbs, mini skirts, black gleaming denims, light catching jewelry; these people make me want to go home and dress properly. I threw on a loose blue-beach shirt that i ordinarily don't wear, followed up by jeans and Tobi's timberlands, then i stole a silver chain from Mumsi's box, which i hope doesn't look girly. What is a teenager supposed to wear to his first party?

“So?” “So, you’ll have to seem like a girl I’d actually date and someone who would fit in with us.” He motioned to the impeccably dressed, aristocratic people in the photo. “You can’t do that if your normal attire consists of sweatpants and grease-stained t-shirts.” Had he been through her closet or something? “But they’re? comfortable .” “Save it, Stick Girl.”

looking at their hats and coats, it was so hot and yet they were bundled up like Christie Richwood my aunt, she usually dolls up herself every Sunday from head to toe barely showing any skin as if it would make her anymore righteous, she curses more than anyone in the world ‘Actually we only wear this on when going for assemblies, trying to avoid trouble and we can also wear it in class if we wish since the Air conditioner will be on, so the stress is only in the morning “ she explained picking up her steps and dragging me along I vowed never to wear this thing, might as well deliver me to a nunnery We got to the Assembly field just on time to see Mr. Nerd walk up the stage looking serious w

“ You what?! Do you like Bianaca? “ I asked Brandon, utterly surprised that he would choose a girl like Bianca. Bianca is wicked and troublesome, that's just the best way to describe her. “ Not really I wanted to make her fall in love with me, we'll have sex and I'll dump her. Simple “ Brandon said with a shrug. I was shocked. Is this how nerds now behave? “ I thought….thought you were a nerd “ I stuttered and he laughed lightly. Kace stood chuckling as he watched us. “ I'm just a person who loves my personal space and being alone to avoid dramas in my life. Yes, I love reading and learning new things concerning hacking and other internet-related issues but I'm a nerd? “ He asked and paused

I just hope that I don't have do deal some annoying classmates. I went out from the bathroom and changed into comfortable clothes. Well though I am what they called need but I don't really often wear glasses only when I study in my room or at home. I wear contact lenses when I am outside since it's more convenient. When terms of clothing I prefer casual that formal. And I don't wear those baggy clothes that often they referred to nerd always wear. Though I always go for simple and modern type but not much reveal or exposed my skin I'm fine with it. 

Okay, I might not trust the girl, but she's been trying way too hard this past week, it was annoying most of the time, but well, I'm not that mean. "Thanks." She smiles brightly, nods then leaves. I unfold the clothes and pout my lips out. "Well, let's see what you'll look like," I say to myself. * * * * When I'm done dressing up, I slowly walk to the mirror. A gasp leaves my lips. The person looking back at me in the mirror is a complete stranger. Holy Molly. A cute white tank top which I decided to tie a knot on the front, leaving my belly button out, there are words written across it saying "I'm The Nerd, You're The Dummy."