Romans & histoires Nerd From Boyfriends

Mia whispered with shock. "Ya," Nero nodded his head. 'His brother, who never takes orders from anyone is now taking orders from her best friend?' Mia thought. "Why is my best friend sleeping on you?" Mia asked quietly. Nero Smirked. "You are the one who gave me the title of her boyfriend yesterday morning. So you tell me why she is sleeping like this" Nero pointed out the obvious. A slow smile spread across her face. "So you are the one who texted me yesterday?" She asked.

, My inner voice roared. It's right Somehow. What to expect from A Nerd Like me? I was turning back out of the room when I heard some noises coming in the room. I opened my ears a bit more to hear the sounds properly.

She said. "Yeah...so what's up with the stalker?" I asked and she turned around in confusion. "What do you mean?" She asked. "Well the stalker is actually Nate friend, his name is Nelson and he's in my French class." I smirked. "Oh, Nelson..." "Do you know him?" I asked. "I heard rumours about him, saying that he's the second hottest boy and a fuck boy too." We rolled our eyes and sighed, damn those boys, they are so annoying except Carson who is their bitch even though he didn't nothing to me, their ego is like phenomenal.

he said. I smiled softly, looked at him, and said, “Yes, because I am not a really talented person but I want to make a lot of money, I have spent a lot of time studying. But I don't think one day I'll be called a nerd, because I find myself very different from what a nerd is described as. I don't wear glasses, my hair is not frizzy, they're always neatly styled, I make friends with a lot of friends, both boys and girls. And I even have a boyfriend, a famous bad boy from school.”

"It's okay if you call it love, I mean I see you too as friends and nothing more. It's hard to know what you want. From screaming the house down about hot fantasy men to dating a nerd, seem crazy to me." "He is not a nerd! Nuella defended stamping her feet fitfully and shutting her brother a dagger glare, her fist tightening out of frustration while Ivano stood still, trying to contain his laugh. "You know what? I think it's time you leave. Go to work and make meetings about how to kill. At least my boyfriend doesn't seat his ass down for the entire day doing nothing but plotting how to kill." “It still doesn't change his identity as a nerd." Ivano teased with a wink that had Nuella rolling

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.

Handsome," he finished for me, and I nodded. "So with your looks, you must have had a lot of girls all around you, so why did you?" "I told you that I was a nerd; we started dating and broke it off after twenty-four hours. You are meant to call your girlfriend, and I just did not know, so she was angry and broke it off with me, and since then, I did not have the time or luxury to want to call one that constantly."

“Things like that shouldn’t go on forever.” Eira turned and looked at Lyall. “I’m fine. I don’t want you to fight with your friends just because of me.” “They’re not my friends.” Eira frowned. “But you’re with Miro every day. Miro’s one of their friends.” “That doesn’t mean I’m friends with all of them. Don’t be silly and stubborn. I’m fine. But you have a name. A beautiful name. Why does it have to be Nerd?” “Uhmm... Because I'm a Nerd.”

he added. "Don't listen to her!" she was terribly embarrassed. "I told her that would be hard to find 'cause most of my friends are airheads which is part of the reason why we're friends so I can fool them into anything," he joked. "But then again, I said I want you to focus on working for Ardor and I wouldn't want you to be distracted by my airhead friends." They laughed, of course, he was only kidding.

Once I made my choice, I glanced to the corner table where, sure enough, my best friends were waiting. Jaden spotted me first. He’s tall, Black, queer as hell, and is literally the most sociable person I know. Even the popular kids tolerate him...sometimes. Today he's wearing a cropped lavender hoodie. He waved dramatically like we hadn’t seen each other in years instead of twenty minutes. “Girl, get over here before I whoop your ass,” he called to me, loud enough that a couple of other students turned around. I dropped my tray next to his with a clatter. “You’re so extra, I swear.”