Nerd Behind Computer Novels & Stories

As usual, nobody takes notice of me, and I have stopped shouting after them to say goodbye and wish them a nice evening, just to get ignored. So I stay unmoved, my head leaned onto my fist as I stare around annoyed. My gaze gets captured by a computer where someone is still coding, and I wonder what is going on as those guys don’t tend to work a second longer than they need to. Lucky bastards. The clicking of the keyboard continues without any pause, and I watch the colored digits running along the black background. After what seems to be an eternity, I get up and silently walk to stand behind the guy leaning leisurely in his chair.

Being ignored sucked ass. I sighed, fiddling with my fingers that were still behind my back as I focused my attention back on Nightshade. He was seated behind his desk as per usual, all of his focus directed at the computer screen. He looked like a serious business owner, honestly, but I knew him better than that.

I followed his eyes and found the name plate mentioning DEAN'S OFFICE hanging out there. Seriously, Savannah? "You just passed from this room earlier. Can't you check properly ", My mind was retorting at me. " That's why you are a dumb Nerd ", I muttered to myself in disbelief.

She replied as she opened her locker beside mine. "Yeah, and what is that something interesting that you will say to me?" I asked and closed my locker door. "Ah! About that... I have gathered info about the new students that we have now, you know... hacked the school's computers. Hehehe. And what I have found is very interesting." She let out proudly that she always hacks the school computers. Yeah, she’s such a geek. "Hmm, and what is that interesting thing about new students?" I asked her since I'm actually a bit intrigued.

The glow of multiple computer screens casts an ethereal blue light across Serena's face as she leans forward in concentration, her eyes narrowed at the scrolling data. Beside her sits Alex Roland, his fingers moving across the keyboard with practiced precision, barely pausing as lines of code unfurl across his primary monitor. The converted warehouse loft that serves as his private workspace is spartanly furnished—functionality trumping comfort with industrial metal desks and utilitarian chairs. The only personal touches are the vintage arcade machines lining one wall, silent sentinels in the pre-dawn quiet.

A faint hum filled the air, the soft buzz of electricity. Adrian said in a low voice, "Someone's here." We moved closer. In the corner of the room, a single computer screen glowed faintly, its light flickering against the walls. The device looked old, but the interface was still working, pulsing softly. Nathan leaned in, typing quickly. “It’s remote access. Someone’s been using this terminal to send messages.” "From here?" I asked softly. He nodded. “Yes and it is recently.” Before I could reply, something caught my eye—a door, half-hidden behind an old bookshelf. The edges were dusty, but the handle was clean, as if used often.

I dismissed Carole at five today. I came back home around two and after working on a project for a while, I turned off my laptop. The deadline is in ten days, and I'm almost done with it. As I take a walk in the backyard, Nathan's words ring through my ears. He thinks I'm smart. He was so nice to me last night that I almost had a whiplash. He doesn't think that being a nerd is a bad thing… the way he put it makes me think of myself as nothing but a genius. Was he only nice to me because I fixed his laptop? I shake my head and make my way inside. I need to stop thinking about Nathan.

If anyone can find my Dark angel, it be him. I knew just where I can find him and that be in his room putting a computer together or hacking some business computer just because he can. He loves missing with their computer like playing with their clocks or other things that he finds funny. He never steals money or important things that will really hurt the company. I think he has too much time on his hands, and he can get bored of something really fast. I hope he was able to find out her where abouts. I see him busy typing away on his laptop.

She could feel the hardness of him pressing against her bare thighs as she wiggled to get comfortable. She'd decided to wear a tartan skirt with knee socks, thinking Adrian would like this look. To be fair, most males liked this look. When the guy in charge of the computer centre—a youngish and nerdy looking man—came over to reprimand them he was distracted by the name on the screen. Getting overexcited, he called over everyone in the room, and Adrian had to sit there and answer a hundred questions from overexcited nerds who were practically falling over themselves to talk to him.

I should not care if I'm Grant's girl or not. I mean I definitely don't care if I'm Grant's girl. CLARE: A laptop. Windows version. I boot up my computer waiting for him. GRANT: What's the graphic card readout on that? How many frames per second? I read the text three times and still have no idea what he's talking about. Sometimes I forget the preppy kid is a big nerd too. CLARE: I'm not sure, it's Drew's computer. A black one. GRANT: What's your user name and the server you play on?