Nerdy Guy Novels & Stories

said my classmate named Travis. He was a cool guy, despite being a nerd. I wouldn't call him one of my best friends but he definitely wasn't my enemy or a stranger; he was someone that stood by to watch things unfold but he always stood up for people, even if he was a nerd. He didn't even fit the nerd stereotype to me. He was a cute nerd and he could fight. Nerds can't fight; they're usually all puny and weak, and definitely not handsome, but Travis was different. ~~

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.

The clock said almost eight meaning I'd been here for over five hours. Everyone was probably at the game by now so I guess it's time to pack up and head home. I started shoving books into my bag when the library door creaked open. I glanced up—and froze. A guy walked in. But he wasn't just any guy. He was… stupidly handsome. Tall, broad shoulders, dark wavy hair that fell just right, a sharp jawline, and warm brown eyes that scanned the room. He wore a black hoodie and jeans, his backpack slung over one shoulder, and he moved with this easy confidence.

It sure is pretty annoying. Do you think it's too late to transfer schools? There was a screech and a crash as a chair fell on the floor. When I look up, I saw one of the nerds - a guy with shaggy brown hair and silver eyes - looking pissed as he got off of his seat. One of the jock stepped in front and looked at the nerd with a smirk on his face. It was Tyler. "Look, guys. I think we might have pissed him off." Mocked Tyler as his friends laughed.

Bryan, I assumed, responded, and she thanked him. A skinny, pale guy strode out of a back room and headed for us. He was the definition of a ‘Gross Nerd.’ A large, crooked nose held up his round bifocals. His hair was short with white flakes that showered his shoulders as he itched above his ears. I had to hold back the gag that was trying to force itself free.

May 29th 1977 Nate would not say that he considered himself to be a cruel person by any means. He was pretty much your average twelve year old. He liked looking through comic books and eating sugary cereal. Typical kid stuff. Except that he was incredibly intelligent with an impressively high IQ. In his small, off the map, hick town full of imbreds and idiots, as he refered to them, he was the smartest one around.

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.

Now, tell me who is the dude, I texted last night? Cereal_killer A five year old kid I_pooped A sixty year old man Cereal_killer A mafia I_pooped A billionaire Cereal_killer A drug lord I_pooped A serial killer Cereal_killer Hey, that's me! I am the only cereal_killer in block I_pooped Yeah, whatever. A zombie, then? Chloe_awesome_scott Wow! Why not settle with his theory and call him a werewolf? Cereal_killer Hold on, he said that he is a werewolf?

"This girl's got some thick skin. She did something shameful and now wants to complain about the doctor." "Seriously, can you stop wasting our time? I have work in the morning." "Look at her showing off her arms and legs like that. What kind of decent woman dresses that way? If my daughter got knocked up before marriage, I'd beat her to death!" Tyler heard all this and got pissed. "What's your problem? My bro can wear whatever he wants. It's not the 1800s anymore. Why haven’t you old fossils kicked the bucket?" However, the more he tried to defend me, the less anyone believed him. The comments kept getting nastier. I quickly stopped him and told him to go find a supervisor instead of arguing

Jesusfuckingchrist. He’s built. Not just toned—well-defined, cut, the kind of body that shouldn’t belong to a so-called nerd. And at this point, I shouldn’t even be surprised. Everything about him is fake. Nerds don’t make jocks feel threatened. Not that I feel threatened or anything. Nerds wear thick-ass glasses. Nerds don’t carry themselves like they own the fucking room. Nerds sure as hell aren’t built like that. How did he get them? Has he been hitting the gym? How did I not notice?