Nerd X Jock Novels & Stories

“What is your problem, Nick? It is the middle of the night and you are at my house, smelling like booze.” “I want in,” I told him. “What?” “I want in,” I repeated. “I do not know what you are talking about,” Joey responded. “Bullsh&t.” I took Jenny’s phone out of my pocket and tossed it to him. “The Movement. I want in.”

“You dumped a drink on a man in public, do you realize that?” “And I would like a medal.” She glanced at me, then back at the road. “Do not start with the disappointed-mom face. You called me because you did not want to face him alone. Facing him alone would have ended with you agreeing to weekends and a smile. Facing him with me ended with his phone dead and his ego wet. I will take that math.” I almost smiled. It died fast. “Bear is still in the middle of this,” I said. “That is the part I cannot joke about. If he files Monday, I need more than a smashed screen and a speech about sisterhood.”

He decided not to have a road name. Jack is the shortest of the three brothers, at just 6’ even, with black hair and blue eyes. Depending on the occasion he could be wearing a beard or clean shaven. Jack has the "open mouth insert foot" syndrome. It often gets him in trouble. Jazz is a bartender for now, until she decides what she wants to do with her life. She enjoys being a badass biker chic and with nothing keeping her from doing whatever she wants to do. School is just not for her. Jade said it was a miracle she graduated high school.

I’m not trying to cheat, but I don’t want my mate dying on me today either. He didn’t respond, but his channel was open. He heard me. They began fighting and it was vicious. Nero is a dirty fighter, but Jaxon is holding his own. Unlike Jasper, Jaxon is getting blows on Nero and Nero seems to have anvils for fists. Jaxon looks bloodied and I’m getting worried. Jett is smiling like he knows what Jaxon is doing and it makes me relax a little. I guess he should be proud too. If Jaxon wins, then Jett’s brother will be King.

“Nothing. I’m just… Taking a real from it. You know that Mom is strict with me.” He extended. Good, that’s a good reason. They will not realize that he is hiding something. “Oh yeah! So you didn’t get laid for the past week?” He nodded. “Der, that’s sad.” Oh he can tell. It’s not just saddening because his lack of release is making him think of that nerd for no reason! What does he notice in that nerd!

Jack asked while frowning, he wasn't angry that Jerry kept a secret, just that he kept it from even him. "I HAVE THIS WEIRD FETISH, HEHE, THEY…THEY'RE CONTACT LENSES, HAHA I ALWAYS SLEEP WITH DIFFERENT COLORS EVERY NIGHT!" Jerry said in a panicked mood, maybe it was because he just woke up or that he was too shocked that he forgot how to enter a perfect acting mood. "Then take them off," Jack ordered, his voice a bit hoarse, he was now 15 and going through puberty making his voice surprisingly deep but with a boyish tone that seemed to be trying to navigate into an adult tone.

Jake pointed out. “And how can you be so good at it?” Zac added in, voicing that God awful question. He just had to. “First,” I started off, ready to tick off their questions, “not all nerds are push overs.” I was once again interrupted, this time by Adam. “Then why don’t you fight back against Maddison and Sonia?” I furrowed my eyebrows at that. Why don’t I? If it was just Maddison, I would’ve answered it easily but Sonia? I’ve never thought about it.

Although he was quiet at first,he opened up a little later on. Devan is the wild child. He is the one that smokes and is covered in tattoos. He jumps from girl to girl every week or so. He never liked obeying the rules but he has no choice but to do so. He calls it the disadvantage of being bestfriends with the future Alpha. Kendrick is the joker. He likes pulling pranks and causing chaos everywhere he goes. He is funny as hell and he does not give a damn about what people think.

He stood slightly apart from the others, taller than I remembered, broader in the shoulders. His jersey stretched across his chest, white and unforgiving, the bold black number one stamped against his back like a declaration. His hair was darker under the floodlights, curls damp at the edges, enhancing his boyish features. He laughed at something a teammate said, head tipped back, utterly at ease. My breath caught. No. No, no, no. “That’s Dean?” I whispered faintly.

His cock head was already peeking at the top of his underwear, leaking like a tap. On the left was Rocco with the hairy chest. His black jockstrap was encasing his veiny eight incher with low hanging balls. Then to the right was Kane, smooth brown skin. Red jockstrap that cradled a mammoth 12 incher pole. "Damn, my pipe looks good." Jax said, grabbing his crotch, giving it a hard squeeze. "I'd fuck myself if I could." Rocco laughed, slapping Jax's thigh. "Yeah, bro. That ass of yours looks tight. I bet you'll cream only from a swollen cock head."