Nerd Lover Mga Nobela at Kwento

says Amber, and the other agrees, not knowing he is the same guy I kissed yesterday. "He's the nerd," I say. "What?" Amber's attention goes to me, followed by the others. "The guy I kissed yesterday." They laugh, disagreeing, and I feel as small as they did. "You kissed a nobody yesterday. Not a hot guy," says Amber. I could have persuaded them that it was him, but they labeled Nate a nerd when I first kissed him. For them, a nerd will always be a nobody. "Come, let's get to class," orders Amber.

He smirked back and winked again. 'Just fuck off!!!' I scribbled messily below his so called message which wasted my time. Yeah! Yeah! I know I am a nerd to them. I shouldn't cuss but no one messes with me while am in my English literature class. What can I say? I am not even a nerd! If by studying hard and being serious in class makes me a nerd, then, so be it. And that too if we are studying one of Shakespeare's most romantic plays, you can't expect me not to concentrate and act like those who are not interested in class. And then some dickhead decides to disturb me. I groaned.

Kyle Black. He's your average, good-looking, football playing, jerk. And the big reason why my life at school is hell. Sure, somedays I just wish I could wipe that smug smirk off of his face, but then I remember that he's the future Alpha. Can't mess with them. People seem to like calling me 'Nerdy Skylar.' It doesn't even rhyme! Though I just kept reminding myself that this is my last day here for a while, so I'll finally be free of them later today.

"Yeah, I know he does that. He is gonna be the valedictorian next year. What about you? Are you the topper of your grade?" "No, there are at least three or four people in front of me. I'm not really a nerd like you think." "Sure, I saw your room," I chuckle. "You are the perfect example of a bookworm. But I guess you spend more time on extra reading than studies." He leaves a sigh. "Why do you refer to people who enjoy reading as nerds?" "Who told you being nerdy is a bad thing? It's good to be a nerd."

I’ve always known I was possessive. It’s built into my fucking DNA. Back in middle school, our teacher brought an ugly baby toad into the classroom. I was the one who befriended it. I named her Maureen. I took care of her. Then Grey Bruce–one of those overpampered rich kids–decided he wanted her too. It became a petty competition over who Maureen liked more, but the toad always hopped away from Grey and came back to me. I was smug about it.

I hate that he orders the death of so many people and doesn’t ever feel an ounce of guilt over it. I hate what he did to Valen, for solars, that he stripped away his freewill. I hate that he let his Kinduri go into my mind. I hate Cyrillius, to the point that hate isn’t a strong enough word. I gather Neron around me. I tell it to form little, sharp spikes. Hundreds of them. They float in the air, poised and ready. “Wake up,” I say harshly. I kick his bedframe to make sure he jolts awake.

Even, became friends since they attended the same school. Ellen had recognized him at first glance, since he is popular as the "Hot nerd" among girls in their school, about which only Gracie was unaware of! Partially, because she always focused on her academics and a small circle of friends she had. And also because she barely attended the late night parties of her schoolmates. "And why are you a sex coach? Also at this age?" Was the only question Gracie had asked him, knowing this shouldn't be her business to mind and yet asking out of curiosity.

He was a top student favored by the teachers, but his poverty and those ragged clothes made him a joke fodder. In contrast, she was the princess and center of attention. She liked him, but she feared mockery for crushing on a broke nerd. That hidden affection twisted into intensified bullying and disdain. She naively thought no matter how wild she got and how she stomped on his feelings, he'd be there waiting. She laughed until she cried, realizing she indeed wasn't worth my liking. At the same time, I'd leave my toxic family and old wounds behind. Lumina's operations boomed under my lead. My designs were fresh and alive, quickly winning the elite markets.

"What do you mean? Are you saying I’m the one who’s done wrong here?" Mark sighed in frustration, turned back, and walked toward her, his piercing gaze meeting hers. They stood close, their eyes locked. "I know you sent naked photos of yourself to your sister’s fiancé, even though you knew your sister was about to marry Liam. What kind of sister does that?"

I haven't really been fashion conscious of recent because there are a lot of things on my mind lately. "Alec has ordered his drink, so what would you like?" Nick asks still smiling at me. He was definitely in a great mood. I turn to snicker at Alec, who seems not notice my presence since my arrival. "I'll take one Americano" I smile back at him. As Nick stands up to leave, I face Alec and notice the seriousness on his face. He had the look of someone having a serious conversation or reading something really important. But all those thoughts disappeared the moment I heard the "jellilicious" candy crush often makes when you hit it big.