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Special Chapter: Bridge to Second Book Part 1 ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ NOTE: The Second Season / Book of The Bad Nerd Boy called "The Bad Nerd Boy 2: SUMMERTIME" is already published here in GoodNovel, make sure you have it stored in your library! There will be three chapters in between the last chapter of the first book (Chapter Seventy) and the start of the second book. These aforementioned chapters will be posted here. Thank you so much for your love and support for TBNB Series! It means a great deal to me! ^^

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“I'm sorry about that. I didn't intend to forget it–” Chuckling, she dropped her eyes into his jeans, basically surveyed his intimate area and said, “Don't worry. I'm Ann–” “The pleasure is all mine, Ann. I'm Anderson.” Shaking hands, Ann held his firm hand firmly, then felt its elegance. With that, she handled back his notebook and said, “I have read your notebook, and I think I have a better erotic novel to keep you busy for your project.” “I'll appreciate it if you help me with it–” he said, his face sparkling with joy.

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I had been counting days like a prisoner waiting for parole. Four days. That was how long it took before Nathan struck. When the alert hit my phone, the headline was screaming CloudTech rival Nathan & Co. Launches Revolutionary Projector , My heart almost stopped. My blood ran cold. No. This couldn’t be happening. I dropped the file in my hand and bolted for the door.

Alison rushed over and shouted at the gathered onlookers, "I'm her sister! I put her through college, and now that she's made it big, she won't acknowledge us anymore. On Christmas, she set us up and left us drowning in debt!" The crowd began to murmur among themselves. "Is this true? Ms. Manning always seemed so nice, though." "You can't judge a book by its cover. It's so cruel of her to scam even her own sister." Watching their pathetic performance, I walked up to the front desk and asked to use the lobby's projector. "Since everyone's here, let's clear things up right now!" I took out my tablet and connected it to the projector. "Alison, you said I cheated you out of your money? Well, why

Alex POV It is 11:34 in the evening and I am still up, searching cute lingerie sets. It's just so addictive. As I'm searching, I hear keys rattling and the door opening. For a second there I thought somebody was breaking in, but why would they have keys. Idiot. Mason comes into view and I shut my laptop really fast. I get up and collect my stuff before dashing for my bedroom, before I was stopped. "Hey, you ok?" He asks

She knows I don't like being called Summer, she's like that every day. "Good morning," I said and sat down. I looked outside our room because I heard a noise, I saw a girl like me who is also a nerd. The boys were bullying her again, pulling her bag. I'm really annoyed when someone just keeps quiet somewhere and then suddenly some people bully you like f*ck! I guess, their life is boring because they're disturbing other's life. Those are terrifying, aren't they?! I stood in front of the door and crossed my arms.

"Why should I help you? What’s in it for me?" "Aside from the fact that it'll be the best sixty seconds of your pathetic life? Nothing." I reached out, my fingers trembling as I grabbed the rough fabric of his hoodie. "Just shut up and let me get this over with." "You look like you're about to vomit," he whispered, his voice dropping to a dangerous vibration. "Is the Ice Queen actually scared of a nerd?" "I’m disgusted, Elias. There’s a difference." "Then show me," he challenged. "Show me how much you hate it."

​The sound was the worst part. It wasn't the roar of fire or the scream of the wind; it was a high-frequency, mechanical whine that felt like a needle stitching through the base of Nora’s skull. It was the sound of the Algorithm—the cold, unfeeling logic that sat above the Author, the Co-Writer, and the Syndicate—deciding that the "Nora Davis" project had reached a negative ROI.