Nerd Behind Computer Novels & Stories

I didn’t lose my v-card until I was a junior in college, and I haven’t had a date in the last six months. But, seriously… there’s an awful lot of nerds who spend departmental meetings just staring at my chest. What really pisses me off is they don’t take me seriously. That is, until I school their ass by rewriting their crappy code in under five minutes. Then they usually mutter something rude under their breath and walk away. So. Pretty computer chick. Introverted. Works for a big online security firm as a forensic data analyst. Game of Thrones. Cupcakes. Occasionally goes to see hair metal parody bands.

Dad said and I gave him a faint smile before giving him a hug and my mother a kiss on the cheek. I was about to say something when a faint scent of Jasmine and Vanilla assaulted my nose and I looked around the yard before Gray my wolf was shouting Mate Mate over and over in my head and I frowned as I couldn't find them. I felt my wolf take over and he carried me to a group of teens. I recognized them. They were always around the nerd of the school, Bennett Savage. And talking about him, he was laughing and joking around with his brother Christopher who rolled his eyes but a smile was still present on his lips. "I'm glad that you and Brett made up" Bennett was saying and his voice was soft an

I don't know why but he made me nervous. “Are you almost done, Fred?” Mr. Black’s voice brought me back to reality. When I looked at Mr. Black, he was already looking at me. Why is he looking at me? I’m not the one who needs to fix the computer. “I am afraid there isn't much I can do, sir; it looks like this computer had his days,” I hear Fred say. Oh, no, this can't be happening. Max told me what happened to him one time when his computer did the same.

Everywhere there are monitors with numbers and data flowing all over the screens and this low noise of computers processing. Neil is exactly what I expect: wiry, with messy hair and a face that looks like it hasn’t seen a full night’s sleep in years. He doesn’t greet us. All he does is wave for us to sit down and jump right into it. And Mira against the wall is really not saying anything, but her presence is so edgy. She’s waiting. I can feel it, too. As Neil works, I try to steady my breathing. I cannot allow myself to overanalyze this thing.

If my mother could see me now, Clair Morgan would probably faint directly onto the nearest scripture. The thought makes my mouth twitch. “Girl, you’re staring at your own reflection again,” Nate calls from across the front desk. I look up to find him leaning against the counter, protein shake in hand, eyebrows raised like he’s been personally entertained for the last five minutes. Nate is… compact. That’s the polite word. Short, wiry, permanently energetic — like someone bottled a golden retriever and gave it a personal trainer certification. “I am not,” I say, which is a lie.

My name is Emma and I'm what they call a nerd. Not only that I have multiple nicknames like fathead, uglyface, the list is endless. Summer is finally over meaning it's back to school well for me more like I'm going to hell, you see I've always been bullied. It started of being an emotional thing but then they started bullying me physically, shoved me against the lockers, some girls actually slap me but I don't do anything I just walk away.

'Hugh': Give me two minutes. Britney’s eye twitched slightly. It was a coincidence that she met this guy, and they often communicated online without meeting in person. She had been worried that Conrad might misunderstand their relationship. Based on her understanding of Hugh, it was midnight where he was, and he was probably just getting up. Two minutes meant he was just going to wash up. In Hugh's life, there were no men or women, only computers. After many years of being single, he almost thought he would marry a computer. Commonly known as a "nerdy geek."

And though she tried to ignore the heat rising in her cheeks. The soft hum of the computer filled the room, accompanied by the faint ticking of the clock on the wall. Nate’s office was bathed in the warm glow of a single desk lamp, the rest of the space swallowed by shadows. He was seated at his desk, fingers gliding over the keyboard with an almost rhythmic precision, his eyes fixed on the screen as if the numbers and charts before him were the only things that existed.

On the surface, it appeared to be a normal computer for children, but just like Nicole's computer, it had hidden capabilities accessible through a different interface. Seeing Nolan looking unusually solemn, Jared wondered if Nolan's computer was having problems. Meanwhile, Nicole and Nolan had returned to their room. Lana was still sitting in front of the computer, looking at the mischievous face on the screen. When she saw them enter, she immediately stood up and said, "Mommy, Nolan's computer is broken!" "Alright, Mommy will take a look." Nicole smiled, ruffling Lana's hair. "Go play." "Okay, I'll go play with the building blocks," Lana said, obediently leaving. Fixing computers was not so

She knows I don't like being called Summer, she's like that every day. "Good morning," I said and sat down. I looked outside our room because I heard a noise, I saw a girl like me who is also a nerd. The boys were bullying her again, pulling her bag. I'm really annoyed when someone just keeps quiet somewhere and then suddenly some people bully you like f*ck! I guess, their life is boring because they're disturbing other's life. Those are terrifying, aren't they?! I stood in front of the door and crossed my arms.