Nerdy Guy Novels & Stories

I said and jolt my head to the squad and he laughed. "Are you also a nerd?" "A what?" I asked incredulously. "A nerd, you know? Bookworm? Naive? Innocent? Sucker for school work and activities? Hates sports clubs except for science clubs–." "I'm an assassin, a heartthrob, a cool and respectable person in our school and no, I'm not a fucking nerd." I said while looking at him ridiculously. "Oh I see, there's nothing wrong being a nerd, look at her." he jolted his head to his wife who's having a conversation with my girlfriend. "I still ended up with such a goddess like her."

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.

You're a nerd when you’re good in math. You're a prep when you’re into fashion. You're a jock when you play sports. You're emo when you have too much eyeliner and wears a lot of black. You're a slacker when you pretty much don't do anything. You're a playboy when you like to switch from one girl to the other. You're popular when you’re cool.... .....but not as cool as Hailey May Collins will ever be.

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?

“You seem like the type who'd rather stay home, mind your own business, read some boring-ass book, or spend hours doing whatever nerdy shit you're into while everyone else is out getting drunk and making stupid decisions. And you're smart as hell. I mean, every professor has something good to say about you. You're always buried in books, and always getting good grades.” His gaze drifts toward my glasses, before returning to my eyes. His tongue darts out to wet his lips. "I think nerds are fucking hot though. Especially the ones with freckles and glasses.” Heat creeps into my cheeks. “Um…” I bite my lip, suddenly unsure of what to say. My eyes remain fixed on his face on the screen as I try t

"Bro, I'm here. You good?" I was about to answer when Tyler Morgan rushed over and casually threw his arm across my shoulders. The doctor standing in front of me, Dr. Holly Stevens, heard what he said and the scorn in her eyes got even worse. "You two aren't a couple? Girls these days have no shame. You call each other 'bro' while doing couple stuff." Tyler jerked his hand back like he had been burned. He stumbled backward and shouted, "What are you talking about? I'm straight! What couple? How can you say that?"

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?