Nerd Friends Novels & Stories

I stood at the back of the hall, caught in the delicate balance between presence and absence, a living statue carved from the weariness of the weeks past. On my right, Jake's familiar warmth provided a comforting anchor. On my left, Rykor's quiet presence was a testament to solidarity. Yet, it was the empty space where Lily should be that tugged at the edges of my consciousness—a reminder of friendship's fragile, irreplaceable bonds left unfulfilled.

I haven’t thanked him since that day. It wasn’t easy to get Liam’s number and no one would outright give it to a nerd. I had tried Maya first, since she was a girl, maybe—just maybe—she would understand a fellow girl’s plight. Well, Maya didn’t care one bit. I had made her breakfast and brought it to her class, asking her to be my friend. She just laughed, looking at me like I could infect her expensive bag, as if I wasn’t even worth breathing the same air as her. "I can’t stand nerds," said Maya the first day I asked her to be friends. "You irritate me. What would happen to my image if people see you alongside me? OMG, you look like a charity case," said Maya before walking out.

I said through a nervous chuckle at her comment, "I don't even know how to explain it, Ma. I was told by a friend that I met on the bus that I should try and avoid them altogether, they own the school or something." "They must be the children of the local Pack's Alpha or something," She said through a sigh, "I had heard a couple of rumors of them but I was hoping we'd be able to avoid them altogether. Nate told me a bit about them, The Crimson Wolves, they're one of the most feared wolf packs around."

I heralded for the nth time since Ivy called me out from my house, luckily it was Saturday and blue cloud weather. Ivy rolled her eyes at me. "Come on, it's going to be alright, we are only going to meet our former friends," "Your old friends you mean, you were my only friend in high school, and don't get me started on college. No one wants to be friends with a techie," I verbalized, recollecting my horrendous school life. "There's nothing wrong with being a nerd, I was a geek too remember," I lolled at her words. Yes, she was a dork but not my type of nerd. She didn't have bizarre glasses on, she wasn't constantly seen in the archive, and she wasn't seen hiking around school absorbed in a b

Who could have thought love humbles even the hardest souls? "Oh God! you guys are so unbelievable. It's not a big deal, okay?" Neera exclaims, taking a step away and we quickly hold each of her hands. Nicole takes her right and I take the left. I never knew Nicole was this fun. "Neera, we are friends okay? Friends share stuff like this" Nicole fakes sadness, and I innocently blink at Neera for emphasis. Neera glares at us and sighs in defeat. "I can't believe you are this nosy. Okay, it's one of your guys"

However, nerds tend to be left alone, which I'm pretty grateful for because I'm not that good at socializing with people. I don't need thousands of followers on Twitter or fake friends who left me once things get hard. A friendly reminder: the fact that I don't even have a Twitter account doesn't change my point. I only need a few people who like me for who I really am and don't try to change me. I found them when I went to a summer camp a few years ago and met Autumn Summers — see the pun I did there, Jessica Williams, and Norma Johnson. The three of us formed a friendship that lasts longer than I honestly thought it would be.

The next few days went as flat as a pancake. Everything felt quiet, almost dull. Some students still teased and laughed at me for always being alone. The truth? I don’t have any friends here. I’ve tried, but it’s hard for me to socialize. My interests are just... different. Most people here like hanging out, partying, or going out after class, while I prefer staying home, reading books, or watching shows. I was once called a nerd because of that. Someone even said, “Who even reads books these days?”

You smiled. "Thanks, Nerd." Nate laughed. "You need a new name for me now because the guys call me nerd." You laughed. "I'll think of one." Nate laughed. "Goodnight, Nate." You laughed. "Goodnight, Nerd." Nate pressed a kiss on your forehead, and you drift off.

And here’s the reason why. My bestfriend, Nathan, is the nerd. Not me. Our parents are best of friends that’s why they named us very likely to each other. Another reason why, bad boys in our school are definitely not hot. Like, gosh. They often went to school without taking a shower, wearing the same clothes every other day, and ruin our school properties.

Good, they think about old people, or mentally old people, like me. “Is this better?” “Apparently so.” “I want to introduce my friends to you.” “Why don't you hang out with the veterans I saw the day of the hazing? You stayed with a different group.” “They don't take nerds very well.” “Nerds? You?” “Yes.” “You don't look like a nerd!” “Appearances can be deceiving.” “Where are your friends?” “They should be here soon.” We waited for Gabriel's friends to show up. Meanwhile, we sat down and talked. The music was loud, but it was enough to talk.