Nerdy Guy Novels & Stories

She’s as honest as she is sweet and generous, and it made the nickname stick with Ryan as well as me. The fact that she hasn’t been opposed to it, says enough in itself. What other front page beauty like her would ever accept being called a middle-aged man? My brain is short wiring. The channels and gears flipping and flopping all over the surface as well as beneath it. Days like these. Moments like these. I feel very much like the experimental bat from Ferngully. Obsessed as Nicky and I were with Scooby-Doo, we still had a mountain of other old VHS tapes. Most of them animated. The only time I know he’s guaranteed not to meddle is when we are having a movie marathon over the phone.

His thin body made him look like he was carrying a baseball bat. As if he doesn’t know they’re letting the nerd’s play just to make fun of them. Because if he plays, the piñata will be broken in less than ten seconds. He hissed. The nerd hit his knee instead of the piñata above him. “Gosh, it seems like you didn’t want to hit the piñata when we were kids. You’re still very good at hitting. Oh right your pounding something else now.” He glared at him.

“There’s a guy on shift that listens to audiobooks. Let me correct that. There’s a guy that plays audiobooks for the rest of us.” Bunny laughed. “He comes home from shift and is all about Fourth Wing and Tolkien.” “Harrods is a big fantasy and sci-fi guy.” Ty chuckled. “You get him away from the department and he is your stereotypical nerd. I was surprised to find out that he does not live in his parent’s basement.” “He’s sweet.” Bunny countered. “That’s not how big tough alpha guys on the fire department want to be described.” Ty objected. “Don’t care.” She replied.

I find myself saying before I can stop myself. Tyler looks at me,a smirk evident on his face as he opens his mouth, "Get used to it,nerd" he says. "I'm not a nerd!" I tell him. "That's what all nerds say" he shrugs as he takes more gulps from the bottle. "Well I'm not one of them,why would you even think that?" I ask, feeling offended. I hate when people call me a nerd. "Because you're a nerd. End of discussion" He says,pulling his body off the fridge. He opens the fridge and places the nearly empty bottle back into the fridge.

I answered as every glint of hope in their faces drained off while I walked out of the dining room making my way to the entrance of our house. I knew quite well in myself that I can't make such a promise to what they just said, I don't look for troubles, but troubles always had their way of coming to me first before I attack back without having a second thought. Okay! I'm Jade Carson, the only child of my parents and a crazy nerd. Furthermore, I said crazy, right? Yeah, I did… most people when they hear someone being a nerd, they have this mentality that the person has to have this fragile and weak personality who just finds hope in books.

I defended myself, addressing how I seem to choke on my drinks every time he's around, "But, there is just something about you." His smile turned into a smirk, "Yeah, I kind of get that a lot." My eyes narrowed at him, "How do you get to be both a nerd and a playboy?" He chuckled, "I am not a playboy," His eyebrows pulled closer, "Hold on, that isn't the part that I should be objecting on, I am not a nerd either."

One of the kids moved from their seat and sat next to me, he was a walking stereotype of the high school jock. “Hey, dude, how ya doing?” “Little tired, little bored, you know, High schooler things,” I said as I moved my bag for him to have more room, “What brings you to my neck of the woods, huh?” “You’re new here, aren’t you?” He asked with a curious look about him, he didn’t seem like the douchebag type, but he was a jock; He wore a school jacket with a football patch on it, over a tank top and plain blue jeans.

he replied, motioning to the chair across from him. I sat down, the seat feeling suddenly too small for my body. “Thank you so much for this opportunity, sir. I promise I won’t let you down.” He offered his hand. I took it without hesitation. And then… I saw it. A crescent-shaped birthmark. Just under the knuckle. And the world… paused. Something thundered in my memory, something bitter and cracked and wrapped in adolescent cruelty. ~~~~~ “Yo, y’all check out Nerd of the Year. Got a tattoo to feel better about yourself?”

“ What do you mean by a knock off nerd even?” “ I'm not adverse to dating nerds because they can be cute but he's case was more of a ripoff. He was a cheapskate, anything but intelligent and he was obsessive. Not the kind of obsessive you're thinking, I'm talking about stalker obsessive,” her face creased in disgust. “ Ouff,” I exclaimed already imagining the horrors. “ Just thinking about it makes me feel like I've aged an extra ten years in just a millisecond,” she pinched her nose bridge.

"I ask my friend who was dating Jace now,he describe you just right.I'm surprise Jace went this low,emo was far enough" That was rude. "You're rude,I don't even know you,I'm surprise Jace dated a jerk like you". "Kid,you're a nerd,you're like a shrimp,you hair is too long for your own good and you don't look like you're even 14.I bet you don't even curse.Jace always went for hot muscular guys that plays sports like me".his smirk got wider "What are you trying to say?".i glare a the jerk. "You're a rebound".he ruffles my hair and I swat his hand away. "and not a good one".