Nerdy Dancer Novels & Stories

It was uncommon for me to kiss someone other than Ashton in public, let alone a nerd. But looking at Tyler walking confidently next to me, he did not look like his usual nerd self. He was not wearing any vest or even that high-neck buttoned-up shirt that looked like it could strangle his neck. No, he was wearing something casual: a white shirt and black pants. To be really honest, he looked as hot as Adam Levine, which was funny, because he was a nerd—nerds were not supposed to look this hot. Tyler Vincent being hot was the same as Mey thinking Harry Potter was hot, which means it did not make sense to me.

I whispered to Cindy. " It's because you are a dirty minded girl who was fantasizing about strangers when she has a Greek God for a boyfriend," she laughed. I laughed harder as the next performers came to stage . It was a group of female dancers. They performed acrobatic moves and jumped time and again swallowing fire and many more. I was honestly bored. I wanted them to be men deep down. I couldn't tell why. The first group was perfect and I had watched them keenly like they were some Jason Derulo or Ne-Yo I've been crushing on since I was born.

things. The light is focused on me, so I can’t see the man at first. The routine is set up so that part of the dance happens on stage, then I come down and dance near the client… and on him. After finishing the stage part, I come down. On the couch sits… some skinny nerd. Well, definitely not my type. I smoothly climb onto him. The guy watches me with huge nervous eyes, barely breathing. It’s kind of funny, but laughing in his face would probably traumatize him for life. He’s tense, but I can feel his hard-on through my ass. The kid needs to grow a pair.

“I’m Stacy. Jenna’s chaos partner. You look like you need a break from Chad-tastic.” Tina laughed before she could stop herself. “Yeah, maybe a little.” Stacy offered her hand. Her nails were chipped black, her rings cool and heavy-looking. “Dance with me?” Tina hesitated only for a second, then slipped her hand into Stacy’s. The crowd swallowed them almost immediately—warm bodies, clashing scents of perfume and sweat, arms lifted, heads thrown back. The beat pulsed through the floor, through their shoes, through their ribs.

My name is Emma and I'm what they call a nerd. Not only that I have multiple nicknames like fathead, uglyface, the list is endless. Summer is finally over meaning it's back to school well for me more like I'm going to hell, you see I've always been bullied. It started of being an emotional thing but then they started bullying me physically, shoved me against the lockers, some girls actually slap me but I don't do anything I just walk away.

The last name made more sense to me than others. During the end of the second week, the three Js ran into my room and closed the laptop which I was working on. The look on their faces was mischievous and I could tell they were up to something bad or had done something bad. “Out with it, guys, I can’t have three photocopy stare directly at me. It causes confusion,” I said to them with the most boring look I could pull out. “Put on your dancing shoes girl cause Luke Power is dead!” Jack announced loudly and happily.

he shrugs and keeps dancing, and then he stops behind Eden and whispers in his ear, "Dance with me," Eden ignores Hunter's protests and swears, and follows Harvey to the middle of the dancefloor. He tries to copy other people's movements and joins his boss in his dance. In a matter of seconds, his body starts moving at the beat rhythm. In a nightclub, it doesn't matter if you know how to dance or not, you just need to enjoy the music and let yourself go.

"I smiled at him, and he returned it timidly. Elmer passed me next to Tommy. He was grinning, holding a red rose. He bowed in front of me while offering the flower to me. I giggled, and I took it from him. Tommy is nine years old but almost as tall as I am. I laughed when the DJ played hip-hop music, like father like son. But my eyes widened when he started to dance. "Oh my god!!! I shrieked in surprise. He dances like he doesn't have a bones. Everyone is clapping their hands, watching Tommy dance. He also did break dancing, and I giggled when he started twerking his butt while I stood there clapping my hand.

Dylan asked And I don't know why but i felt free,like i didn't have a dare in the world and i dragged Dylan to the dancefloor and i let myself go,i swayed my hips from left to right and danced like i owned the world,i climbed to the top of the coffee table and continued to dance,i started feeling hot and i took off my jacket,to reveal a tiny top i wore an the guys went wild,they were shouting and whistling and i was happy and continued to dance "Give me 'work' by Rihanna" i screamed and in no time i heard the song playing from the speakers and i started twisting my waist and i started twerking. I kept drinking and i was happy,i saw kyle staring at me from a distance and it only motivated me

But he didn’t see them. Then he saw him. Alpha Dylan stood on a raised platform at the far end of the square, his arms folded across his chest. He wore a black tunic embroidered with the cachet from his own pack, the Steel Howl Pack, his broad frame radiating dominance. The grin on his face was slow, deliberate, as if he’d been waiting for this moment his entire life. “Look who finally decided to join us,” Alpha Dylan’s voice boomed, thick with mockery. The crowd fell silent, every eye turning to Sage.