Nerdy Guy Novels & Stories

Andre sags against the now closed door, “what??” "I’ve been waiting trying to figure out if we were on the same page sometimes I feel like we are but then other times I just don’t know…you have so much ahead of you. and so many people around you…and I'm just… me. what the hell do I have to offer you? how can I ask you to be mine when all that I am is an hotheaded nerd who doesn’t know how to express himself properly?" The sob is so loud it’s embarrassing.

he says, returning to repair the car. He isn't a nerd. He can never be. I observe his back as he walks away. It broadens with layers of muscle and makes the neck wider at the base. He's fit for a nerd. No nerd I've known has a muscular body. They were too busy training their brains, and, worst of all, they would never get a tattoo.

Why would I even do that? Annie: Because if you do this, not only will Sophia be out of the picture, but every other woman coming. He’s popular now, Nessa! He isn’t the nerd we knew—he’s social media’s sweetheart now. And every dirty girl out there wants a taste of that teddy bear. I stared at her for a few seconds, squinting and processing what she said. That’s true. He is popular now. But he’s always going to be a nerd. A NERD!

I could not hold back the small smile that played on my lips. Sh*t! Who would have thought that a handsome heartthrob like him would send a friend request to someone as ugly as me? I am just a typical nerd girl with brain to match. I'm not bragging, but I am a consistent honor in my school and probably, I inherited that intelligence from my father.

“Hehe, I knew this day would come. The day where you finally realize who you really are, a pathetic, cheap prosthetic!” ‌ “Uh, dude. The word you’re meaning to say is prostitute, I believe,” Ned was unable to hold back his tendency to correct the musclehead. “Geez, good job in killing the mood, bonehead.” ‌ “Shut up! That was just a typo, and everyone makes typo these days! Stop being so judgmental, four eyes!” yelled Niels right in front of Ned’s face. “Stop being so uptight with your butt!” ‌ Ned rolled his eyes. “First and foremost, just because I’m nerdy and geeky doesn’t mean I’m wearing glasses, pal. You have eyes and you can see me not wearing any, it’s not like you’re reading a novel

The scarf on his neck wrote Charlie on it, and he was exactly like a big nerd, or should I say the biggest nerd I had ever seen, cause he had black curly hair, it was only the glasses that was missing to complete his nerdiness, if that was even a word, but he still had the nerd vibes, and was one. A nerd with a very light shade of brown eyes, but very sharp like glass?, hahahaha I laughed inwardly to myself, but kept a strict face on, cause I didn't wanted to have anything to do with him, especially because he was in the girl's dorm, so I concluded that he was either some kind of nerdy creepy pervert, or had a girlfriend here

"Why?" "I don't know," he scratched the back of his neck. "I think nerds are the only people that can make others feel pretty stupid." He smiled. I knew I should not return his smile, considering he had a lot of tattoos on his arms, not to mention he had his bottom lip pierced. Yet I shoved those thoughts away and smiled back at him. "I guess you're right." ⚯͛ ϟ △⃒⃘ 1DNarry4ever [jess]: does anyone see Autumn? I couldn't find her.

Courtney whispered, unsure of herself. “What do you mean? Nervous about what is happening? Don’t be, no one will hurt you. I promise.” A surge of protectiveness pulsed between them. Courtney smiled shyly. “No, I mean. You look like a jock, and you are probably popular with the ladies. I, however, am a huge nerd. I love books, chasing monsters, and wild theories. I love a good mystery. I’ve never been the overly girly type. I’m just—”

They get sucked into the meandering crowd of chaotic travelers, chunky lady in hot pursuit, leaving me straight in the viewpoint of her scanty boyfriend. His face morphs from mild panic to that open-mouthed, cartoon-wolf-in-love look — as if he’s gonna swallow me whole, spit me out to chew me up again. Great. As if my raw nerves aren’t raw enough. The guy looks like your typical nerd – thick glasses, a simple crew sweater over a button-up shirt. To make the look even more official, his mouse-brown hair is combed back in a sleek, wet-look style that went out in the sixties.