Nerd Speech Bubble Novels & Stories

My phone bings when I'm lost admiring the lingerie before the mirror and I snatch it from on top of the closet Island to see that it's Nessa who just texted me. Nessa: Hello, Your Majesty. Seems like you have forgotten your best friend. Me: I drop a laughing emoji, I would never! Just been lost with so many things so far. Nessa: she dropped a pitiful emoji, so your mate's d!ck is that good enough to forget your best friend, huh? Me: Nessa! Jeez. Nessa: drops a laughing emoji. But seriously, I'm very angry with you. Me: I'm so sorry. Let's speak on the phone now. Video call?

FORGIVE ME? I regret sending the message as soon as i click the button send. I add another message to right the wrong. I see bubbles popping up in the chat so i write another message before he wriets something. ME: 'I MEAN AS FRIENDS. WE ARE STILL FRIENDS RIGHT?' I look out to see harry pouting ,his eyebrows scrunched making that pretty face look sad. Pretty?Really ,claire? . You are not supposed to think like that. I mentally slap myself in the head and wiat for his message since his text bubbles pop and then get removed again and again as if he doesn't know what to reply. His text finally arrives.

Although the tip is mode and annoying. "Take it easy," he said. "Take it lightly. I just want to print it," "I want to wet the mouth of a pervert who says don't use that filter." Can I buy a speech filter tool? Gerald had to use a word filter, so he could control what was coming out of his mouth. Because it feels so annoying, as well as painful. "My hands itch to wet people's faces." "Here you go." Gerald thrust his face in, for Christ's sake! Getting better up close.

Nayel uses finger quotes to use the word nice, "Have you ever noticed the way you talk to me? How many people do you know who speak to their boss the same way you speak to me?" I roll my eyes, "You don't have to be a dick for people to take you seriously Mr. Nayel and if you were slightly more polite with me personally I would talk to you in a manner of respect, but you have proven time after time you don't deserve that so what's the point?" I snap at him, "clearly I am a good employee which is why I have stuck around longer than any one of your previous assistants and if I was truly as bad as you are making me out be you would've fired me. So I think you should keep this "I am very lenient

Alex nearly burst into a laugh as he reply came fast. I'm Paris Holmes Basketball captain I'm literally the most popular guy in school You forgot to add the most self conceited, but we can skip the pleasantries. And the second smartest. Glad to see my junior. You can call me Senpai while you're at it. WTF? You know what? I underestimated you You actually managed to get me pissed faster than they do Congratulations Nearly forgot what I came here for Okay? Date me And put a ring on it. What?

I compose a message to send to the group chat, my fingers swiftly typing the words as I try to steady my thoughts. "Hey, everyone, I’m fine. I’m back at the museum in Millenium Park, looking at a painting that has captivated my mind. I just need some space right now. Everything has just happened at once, and I need time to think. Please don’t worry. I will get back to you soon."

Already irritated and feeling exposed, I didn't bother to hold back as I began to type, my fingers digging into the keys. “Why do you have the same username as my platform you weirdo?” I waited, vibrating with adrenaline, expecting him to threaten me or worse, not respond. But I was surprised. Because instead, a notification popped up a second later. A single, solitary laugh emoji. I stared at it. I waited for the anger, but instead, a strange, hysterical bubble of air escaped my throat. I let out a sharp, genuine laugh that echoed in the quiet of my room.

“You're gonna be running the world someday, kid.” I hang back in the doorway with my arms crossed. Mia’s gaze slides to me again. “Ethan,” she says politely. “Mia,” I return with the same tone. Awkward silence stretches for half a second before Mom elbows me in the ribs. I clear my throat. “Uh. Congrats. On… the thing.” She raises an eyebrow. “The thing.” “The Harvard thing. Yeah.” She studies me like she’s trying to decide if I’m being sarcastic. “Thanks. I think.”

Don't let a nerd ruin your image. ​I hadn't realized I was part of the school’s 'Pep Rally' plans. But as I looked at the gold bracelet in my hand, I realized I had the perfect 'shuttle' to send Chloe a message she couldn't ignore. ​The rally was the biggest social event of the semester. The entire school would be in the gym. The lights, the cameras, the noise—it was the Queen’s favorite stage. ​I headed down to the locker rooms. I didn't go to my locker; I went to the girls' side. I knew the code to the equipment room from my work-study shift. I slipped inside, the smell of floor wax and rubber heavy in the air.

Before he could even understand what just happened, he began to hear an old, near-death laughter from Nelson. “Haa-ha-ha-ha!” “Such an annoying old man,” Andy muttered under his breath. “What was it you said again, right before you made that shot?!” “I-I. . .” Andy stuttered. “Haa-ha-ha-ha!” Nelson continued with the laughter. “Stand up and be a man, Anderson Simpson!” “Give it another try, shall we?!” * * *