Jerk Guy Names Novels & Stories

Austin asked, frustration oozing from his tone as he held out his hand, instructing the guy to stop. "No, it's not that, you just need someone to talk to" Jade replied calmly with a straight face. "Whatever" Austin excused himself from their presence and went over to the counter to order his food. The guy followed him but he had no idea. "Just chicken chips?" the guy asked Austin took a glimpse at him and took his attention right back to his meal. "The name's Jason" Austin still did not reply "I know you might not be okay with this but for what it's worth, I know he is a Jerk too"

Whoever this witch was, he'd just learned not to piss me off. All of this happened in the space of a few heartbeats, so my normal friends sensed nothing but the tension between us. As a parting shot to his ego, I took the guy's name from his mind without permission. Don't ever, ever touch me, jerkoff. "Darin Mavore." I let his name roll off my lips with a small smile even as he glared at me like I'd kicked his puppy. Or something more precious. He probably would have preferred I had to the full emasculation I'd just handed him.

I overheard a fellow student whispering on the side. "Don't mind them," Jerwin said. "I don't care about them," I retorted, sounding grumpy and snooty, and I winked at him. He grinned and messed up my hair, so I scowled at him. "Come on, JJhay!" I complained. I didn't know why, but while I was hugging him earlier, I remembered the nickname I used for him, JJhay. I was the only one who called him that because Jerwin's full name was Jerwin Jhay Buenavista.

There was no way he could forget that name. O'Connell scoffed silently, wanting to add more words, but decided not to. Him calling Jeremy 'Jeremiah' would really offend him. He could still recall how Jeremy hated people calling him different names to piss him off. And that was what he just did. Was to piss Jeremy off. Because he deserved it. Deserved even more.

He cursed under his breath. My mind was spinning. My heartbeat was everywhere. “Who?” He dragged a hand down his face—my face—and let out a long breath. “Jolyeen Hitler. She goes by the nickname Jack the Trader.”

We have an upcoming match and we need to be at our best physique. " jerk! Where are you?" I screamed at his name when I notice that I've been screaming at the nickname I had given to him. How will he know it was him you are calling? I mean, he knows that he was a jerk right? But did I call him a jerk right into his face? I closed my eyes to my dismay. I'm an idiot. I've been calling him to a name he doesn't even aware of. I exhaled and began to shout his name, " Ren!"

I stiffened at that obvious expression of lack, most of them looking disheveled, a few even agitated. “Everyone, this is Jessica,” Tiny introduced me, sounding cheerful and seemingly counting money in her head. I decided to use a fake name, for no other reason than that I didn't want anyone to know my real name. “No one messes with her,” he looks at me lustfully, “unless she likes to be messy.” There was still silence, except for the sound of the longer version of November Rain, reverberating from the lousy speakers. I pulled myself deeper into Eric's coat, another breath of his sweet scent, another regrettable decision. This whole hell of a thing has gone in a very ironic direction. Tiny tu

The gang saw the tattoo as they stepped to the back. Joshua looked at the guy with the leather jacket staring blankly over to one of their own as they saw his weapons marked MAFIA. "Sit down,” he says as they all sit down. "You have wasted ten minutes of my time feeding me bullshit. Now you owe me for taking my time." They bow their heads as Joshua points over at the one with the Jacket. "stand up. What is your name?" "My name is skittles." “What is your real name?" “Johnathan”

He has his signature bored look as he tries to sell chicken while wearing the chicken suit. The infamous bad boy is wearing what now!? Reed Langston -aka JerkAss- is the epitome of evil. I usually avoid "bad words", or inappropriate words. However, I call him JerkAss because he is one. He is also the infamous bad boy of my high school. This is hilarious because I believe that calling him the Bad Boy is overrated. After all, as far as I know, the worst thing he has ever done would be to skip some of his classes. Although apparently, according to the rumors, he is in a gang and does illegal... stuff.

First, we needed to get her home and safe. “Since when has that Asshat ever been helpful or given us any information?” I asked exasperated. The Alpha of the Margam territory, Jeremy Lewis was enough of a Bell end that he actually introduced himself the people as Alpha Jezz. Jezz? What the hell kind of grown man wants to be called the nickname he was clearly given by his high school rugby team?