Nerd Comic Novels & Stories

Jaxon. God, even his name sounded like trouble. The golden boy of campus. Hockey captain. Broad shoulders, sharp jawline, hair that always fell effortlessly into place like some commercial. He was the boy girls whispered about in locker rooms. The boy I never thought would even look at me, not when I was the nerd who hid behind thick lenses and over-washed cardigans. But now, here he was, half-dressed, trousers hanging low on his hips, the room spinning with the sour, heavy scent of alcohol clinging to his breath. His weight hovered over me, warm and too close.

This time, he smiled at me. My insides melted like wax. “Hey there…” he began. I shrank. “Hi.” “What are you reading?” “Nothing.” He looked at the magazine, then back at me. “The Different Variations of Wolverine...” I turned the cover. “Oh… yeah.” In truth, I hadn’t noticed what I was reading until then. “You don’t quite strike me as a nerd.” His shoulders squared as he sank into his seat. “Well, you never know—”

I groaned, but I was smiling. He clutched his chest, pure drama. "Terrible? I'm a comedy god—I know, everyone knows, you should know too,but don't worry, you'll see." He worked furiously on his phone, and my phone buzzed—Snapchat, JoséTheMan had followed me. A second later, a silly selfie flashed: Sup, nerd? on it. I rolled my eyes, adding him back, snapping a photo of me rolling my eyes with Lame scribbled across it, and the one of himself that I took while he was closing around. He viewed the first instantly, but not the second.

“You don’t look like a nerd.” “Why? Oh I see,” he chuckled, nodding, “so, to be a nerd, you have to wear big round glasses, oversized T-shirts or hoodies and bogus jeans. And yes, no dye on your hair. And, if you wear leather jackets, tint your hair and obviously rides a bike, you are not a nerd.” Nathania was shocked at how he analyzed everything and when he was done, she couldn’t help laughing. “No, no, I did not say that,” she shook her head.

Alicia smiled, turning her gaze to Hilda who was just as worried but was somehow having her shit together. “Can you blame me?" Alicia sassed. “You gave birth to a very gorgeous nerd, mum.” Hilda chuckled. She does love hearing Alicia call Theo a nerd because it means she accepts him fully for who he is. “And that nerd will fight the devil if need be, just to come back to you.” Alicia leaned and placed her head on Hilda's lap.

My mind was retorting at me. " That's why you are a dumb Nerd," I muttered to myself in disbelief.

Then I decided on a pair of black knee-length boots. I curled my hair and pulled it all to one side and braided one piece on the top so it was like a crown. I walked downstairs just as there was a knock on the door. "Hey,” he said, smiling, leaning against the doorframe. “Hi.” I smiled back. Everyone saw a bad boy or a player or whatever they wanted to classify him as but really he was nothing but a big dork. A cute one at that, but still a dork. I guess that’s why they always say the nerd gets on so well with the player.

He was just a kid with a gift from God. I had a big crush on him when we first met; he was fourteen, adorable, blue eyes, blonde hair, with a cute smile and I was nerdy twelve years old. It was more than just a crush so I told him, but he turned me off and told me he just wanted to be my friend. I was sad for days and I asked him if he was gay or into guys. He laughed and just said he knew we weren’t going to last. I didn’t push him and I just stayed as just his friend but once in a while, he’d warn me of certain things and people.

The trip there was silent, with me reading one of my favourite books, Liam and Cole on their phones and Will driving. Honestly, I was so glad to be leaving this place for a year. For some reason my school is really behind and still pick on the 'nerds' of the school. Which is pretty much just me. Sure there are the 'geeks' but everyone classifys me as the 'nerd', stupid labels. I'm bullied constantly but hey, what can you do? Maybe I could stand up for myself? Yeah, just one problem with that. Kyle Black.

He’ll be popular the second that bell rings so I won’t be getting fond of him anytime soon. After a few minutes, he decided to break the ice, “And you are?” “Nerd.” I told him simply. He chuckled lightly before realizing that I was serious and it turned into a frown. “That can’t be right.” He muttered to me. I shrugged in response, “It’s what people call me so it just sticks after a while.” “Okay, what do your friends call you then?” “Freak.” “Oh come on.” He groaned lowly.