Nerdy Hairstyles Novels & Stories

"Force of habit, I guess." Now that she took a proper look at him, she noted his appearance. He was undeniably handsome, but in a nerdy kind of way. He had tousled brown hair that fell over his forehead, piercing gray eyes behind a pair of stylish black-rimmed glasses, and a sharp jawline softened by a hint of stubble. He was dressed in a crisp white shirt with the sleeves rolled up, revealing toned forearms, and dark, well-fitted jeans. The overall effect was charmingly intellectual.

CLARA'S POV I stood there for a second, then followed the crowd of students pushing through the double doors. The auditorium filled up fast, students packing into every row until the head of the design program stepped up to the podium at the front, a wide smile on her face. "I know you've all heard the rumors," she said, "and I am happy to say they are true. We are launching the Sterling Heights Youth Fashion Collective, the very first of its kind, in partnership with Nike, the CFDA, and Teen Vogue."

“Ahem!” Shocked, Venus turned around and saw a burly boy standing beside Virzash. The stranger's face was quite childish, but Venus didn't consider him like a baby at all. His skin is a little dark. Her slightly brown hair was cut in such a way, with a middle part and bangs. As far as Venus is concerned, it was the style of Korean idols on the First Earth. There was a suspicious red stain on the front of his plain white shirt.

She has an ebony black hair that falls down to her back like a water fall. Raya is tall, slim with a large breast and hips. Her blond hair is put into a bun, small nerdy glasses hangs on her pointy nose. I thought werewolves don't have defects like human. "She doesn't. She is just obsessed with the nerdy glasses." Janny snorts. Oh...I did say that out.

he said. I smiled softly, looked at him, and said, “Yes, because I am not a really talented person but I want to make a lot of money, I have spent a lot of time studying. But I don't think one day I'll be called a nerd, because I find myself very different from what a nerd is described as. I don't wear glasses, my hair is not frizzy, they're always neatly styled, I make friends with a lot of friends, both boys and girls. And I even have a boyfriend, a famous bad boy from school.”

" That's a pretty good brain there nerd " he says " Don't you have other things to do ? " I ask him, getting irritated by his presence " Oh are you telling me to leave ? " he pouts jokingly " Maybe.. now that you understand then leave " I say " I like it when you're angry nerd " he says " Stop calling me nerd,it's Raine " I almost yell " I know it's Raine nerd but I like nerd better nerd " he keeps saying nerd again and again.

There's even a teacher who has a crazy-scientist wig on, who is merrily talking and holding up a pumpking for another faculty member, dressed in the star and moon robe of a wizard. "Eh, don't sweat it," says Syl, who does have plastic vampire teeth in his mouth, "it's nothing important. Besides, you only had a week, tops, to get ready. It's not even required. So who cares?" "Maybe you can get something along the way," says Hala, "find a few flowers stick it behind your ear and be pretty." "I think if you take it casually, it's actually fine," says Syl, "Machiv had to take hours yesterday for his hair, you know. At least, that's what Keito told me. He had to skip dinner just for his hair."

The way the sun highlights all the different shades of mahogany color in his hair has something hot arrowing straight down to my core. For the love of god and all that's holy, I still want to drag my traitorous fingers through his hair. I want to muss it up even more than it already is. He has one of those artfully messy hairstyles that not many guys can pull off so effortlessly. I, on the other hand, feel as if I've barely scraped myself together with a high ponytail and a scarf... I seriously need to get away from this guy before I do something completely crazy and actually start to like him.

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.

I secure my black leather Apple Watch around my wrist, its sleek band wrapping snugly, a subtle nod to both functionality and fashion. My hair, a deep chestnut brown, is cropped close at the sides, adding a sharp contrast to the textured layers that crown the top of my head. Despite the deliberate styling, a few rebellious bangs persistently brush across my forehead, softening the angles of my face and adding a touch of youthful nonchalance to my otherwise meticulously assembled appearance.