Nerd Behind Computer Novels & Stories

That counts for something, right? My name is Annalise McDermott. And for the record, I am a nerd. A hopeless romantic. A person who believes in love even when it clearly hates me back. This is my playbook, a chronicle of terrible timing, questionable decisions, and the kind of love that shows up when you least expect it, usually right after you've sworn you’re never falling in love again. So here is a little friendly advice: do not follow my advice. At least not until the very end.

I tried to ignore the prying eyes of my schoolmates as I stuffed all the books and files into my bag and closed my locker. Still, people wouldn’t quit staring and me, acting as a nerd, has no power in changing that because I’m expected to be weak, voiceless and a pushover. Not saying that’s what nerds are, honestly, nerds are awesome but these bitches are just too bitchy to even consider it. I have always tried my best to not draw attention towards me or anything which obviously hasn’t been working. It’s like I’m a retarded, walking, sparkling, rainbow colored dolphin. Okay, maybe not that much but you get the idea.

I see the brunette clerk typing away on her computer with a look of concentration on her face. She looks up just as I get there and smiles. "How may I help you Mrs. King?" She says and I am shocked by the title she has given me. I cover it up with a smile. "Can you please tell me where the nearest salon is?" I ask her politely. She nods and types something into her computer.

"Jas-" "Shut up!" He yells back, pushing his silver locks back from his face out of frustration. "First of all, what you just did was completely idiotic and dumb. What if something had happened to you? You have your brain to think, right, Ms. Gracie Nerd Rose? How about you USE it?!"

“Second, not all engineers need glasses, aren’t you being a little stereotypical?” “It’s just, in the movies you always see the computer guys being all” I wiggled my fingers furiously, “So geeky you can’t miss it. And most of the developers at the office have that nerdy vibe” I gasped in realization “You used to be a nerd didn’t you?” I tried to picture it. A young Marcus, tall and lanky, with fewer muscles baby cheeks, and a floppy fringe. I laughed at the picture. “A nerd who played basketball what a contradiction you are”

With a sense of purpose, I extended my hand, fingers poised to touch the keyboard, connecting with the remnants of forgotten technology. Lucian stood beside me, his eyes brimming with curiosity, following my every move. With a determined focus, I scanned the keyboard, searching for the power button amidst the sea of keys. My fingertips hovered over the worn surface, feeling for any irregularities. A surge of excitement coursed through me as I located the familiar shape of the power symbol. Pressing down gently, I waited with bated breath, hoping for a response. The soft click beneath my touch was a reassuring sign of life. The computer stirred, its fans humming to life, and the monitors flic

I have to move fast if he's on the other computer. Not even a day into working in this room, I'm amazed by him and his brain! How can he be this smart? He moves around... typing in code, then programming and designing, then moving again to other systems. So everything is done at the same time. Why doesn't he do them one by one? His concentrated face looks tense. His eyes stare straight at the computer, and his hands sometimes squeeze a rubber ball that seems to be for calm therapy. I had to be alert when he move and immediately do a backup.

Jack asked. "It's number seven on a phone keypad!" Zoe said, and they looked at her like she was crazy. Andre took a moment to figure it out and said, "She's right! Check one of those button phones, and you will see!" "Yes, you are correct!" said the hacker. "The next question is: What is an alien's favorite place on a computer?" "The space bar," Zoe said immediately. "Correct again," said the hacker. "The last riddle: Why did the computer wear glasses?"

I added and Avery nodded quickly beside me. “Well, it could be a minor technical issue,” Avery said as she rested an arm over my shoulder. “He could probably help fix it.” She glanced at Enzo, then quickly looked at me. “Nick is a computer engineering student,” she added with a nervous smile. “And a smart one too, right Nick?” Enzo kept his eyes on me for a moment. “It started with software glitches,” he said. “Then it wouldn't turn on.“ I nodded and bent closer to check the computer.

"I know, and I agree. Now we can start to make this house 'ours'. "Yep. Hey, where did you get this beer? I haven't had any of this since I left Napier." "They call it the internet, my love. Don't you shop online?" "Hah! The only thing I use a computer for is to crunch numbers and lay out blueprints. If the program doesn't have an acronym, then I don't need it. Bill Gates can kiss my ass. I use a Unix workstation and it does everything I need it to." "Bill better not kiss your ass. That is mine to do with as I please, and I am the only one who gets to kiss it. Seriously, Marie, you don't use the internet?"