Jerk Guy Names Novels & Stories

his voice rose with each thing he listed out “Whoa, whoa calm down” I told him “Why do you have such a problem with Jere?, You haven't even spoken to him before” I asked “Is that his name?” he asked “Yes Jeremy is his name” I said “So you both have Nicknames for each other?” he asked squeezing his face like he was irritated “It is literally his name” I laughed “I can't fucking stand him, he walks around like he owns the place and you refused to tell me who the hell he is to you” he said

The next thing I know, I saw that JERK's face in front of me. He's wearing a white shirt which is fitted to his body. He's also wearing a black cap, and he only have his phone placed above the table. When I look at his face, the usual, no emotion can be read at all. He is handsome, that's a given. He has a tanned skin, a mid-messy hair, a clean face, no visible pores or any pimple marks or what, and he has a very good looking nose. But, no matter how handsome he might be, the fact that he made me waited for a long time is a big deal to me.

Jerk's face, as she does call him is a computer hacker and so many more. "I'm sure he can do something about this " She put a call to the person she wants to make a phone call to...The phone rang repeatedly before the owner picked it up... "Hello, kinky" the person on the other phone said... "Kinky, seriously, jerk face," she said "Ohh, stop it, I taught you to stop calling me that also," he said laughing "I doubt if I would"she rolled he eyes as he can see her... "How is sis"

But just as I was about to take two steps forward, Erik cleared his throat loudly, stopping me dead in my tracks and forcing me to turn around and met his paralysing stare which was shockingly raw. "What's your name?" He asked me in a voice that was surprisingly warm. We weren't friends or anything so him asking my name was definitely weird and it seemed I wasn't the only one among the three of us who found his behavior quite peculiar. Madeline and Hazel did too, and now they just stood there with their jaws dropped as if they were spectators of a very weird show. "Uhhh my name is.....uhmm.. Ashanti." I stammered a reply, wondering to myself as to why that man wanted to know my name.

What is our business is the way the guys showed up. Carter’s a wall solid, immovable. Derrick never misses a chance to deliver the official response, usually paired with both middle fingers and a very enthusiastic, “Get a life, dickhead.” Jace is my favorite, though. He wants to be intimidating like Derrick, but that’s not who he is. When reporters corner him, he stammers out, “Get a life, p-please.” It’s the p-please. Kills me every time. Kills Tyler too.

"Okay. *** I hurried over to the gym. For some reason I felt it necessary to hurry and get there to calm my nerves. It didn't work. My heartbeat thudded loudly in my head, reminding me each second of the dying man outside. Only two boys had shown up so far, and I let them spar in the ring while I watched nervously from the side. Lucy yawned at my feet, and I glanced down at her big eyes. "What do you think?" I asked. "Do you think he's okay?" "Who are you talkin' to?" I glanced up at a young boy. "I'm talking to my dog," I mumbled. "Can I help you?" He looked around, obviously confused. "My name is Dakota, and I'm looking for Mr. Wes." He's bushy brows furrowed. "Who are you?"

He introduced himself and extends his hand to them. The amused one is the first one to reach for it. "The name is Klyde, Klyde McMarrow." Klyde shook their hands and motion the others. "This is Nick." It's the brown haired guy who talked to him first. Nick waved his hands at him and cryptically smile. "Lukan's my brother." The guy who never talks. "And of course, our asian guy here is Mahiriko. You can just call him Riko. It's his nickname because his name is as long as the great wall of China." Klyde humoured. Baxter chuckled. "It's uhm-- nice to meet you guys." He uttered to the guys he just met.

It means it’s fookin’ good! ‘Oh, I sorry,’ Hemay said. ‘Luke, what’s yer name?’ ‘Jesus Maria Lopez Periquito.’ ‘Hay-soos fookin’ Marry-eh! What sort of fookin’ name is that?’ Both men started laughing so much they belly ached, as did the rest of the crew standing around. Then they went back to work: sawing, smashing, laying, moving, mixing, dust ridden, shoulders aching. At the end of the day, Jonty called out,

"She is making it seem like I force myself on her." "Of course, you did, she went for someone else and you swindled her into renting you." "Jayden shut up" "Fine bully" "My names are getting many." Jayden looks at him. "Yes, everyone keeps calling me one name or the other of the things they noticed about me." "What other names have been added? Apart from gay, loony; asshole; weirdo; insolent; hooligan; bully; cold man, ice man..." "Kisser! Chaser!"

I held back my shock, keeping my face as neutral and innocent as possible. He sighed deeply, his eyes locking on mine again. “You’re wondering why I go by Jerick Sandoval, not Abiezer Hermoso, aren’t you, Pigeon?” His lips curled into a knowing smile, and the way he said it sent a chill running down my spine. “What are you talking about?” I asked, forcing myself to stay composed and hide my surprise. Jerick flicked his cigarette into the trash bin next to the comfort room door, stomping on it. My stomach clenched. I wanted to run.