Nerdy Hairstyles Novels & Stories

Her hand in Ethan’s. Captioned: “The Nerd & The Hockey King… exposed.” And underneath Hundreds of comments are already pouring in.

Although he was quiet at first,he opened up a little later on. Devan is the wild child. He is the one that smokes and is covered in tattoos. He jumps from girl to girl every week or so. He never liked obeying the rules but he has no choice but to do so. He calls it the disadvantage of being bestfriends with the future Alpha. Kendrick is the joker. He likes pulling pranks and causing chaos everywhere he goes. He is funny as hell and he does not give a damn about what people think.

Revealing the sets of windows carved in her teeth. "Hello everyone. I am Skylar." Skylar smiled softly in return. Eyes staring at the twenty kids that crowded in front of her, while watching her so openly, she suddenly felt very nervous. "Aunt Sky, did you dye your hair?" A little blond girl about the age of seven boldly asked. Eyes filled with curiosity. If she remembered right, her name should be Diana. "No, they are natural." Skylar shook her head, then asked. "Why?" "They are just so black." Nate replied in a daze.

The different ways they styled their sandy blond hair was the only way most people could tell them apart, though I never seemed to have any trouble. Colton had short hair, faded on the sides and spiky on top. Clay had short hair too but it was longer on top, all sexily mussed with an angled fringe. But Cary had the sexiest look of all. His naturally wavy hair was longer, reaching below his chin, and he wore it with his curls slicked back. Unless he was training, when he always pulled it up in a messy bun.

She was distinct, way distorted from the rest of the students, ranging from her strange pink punk hairstyle which was tattooed at the bald side. Now, Aanya was sure everyone in Jexs college was crazy!

And she didn't appreciate it that much, truthfully not at all. "The second team member is Zack Perkins." Shaun patted his back as the whole team cheered out loud for him. He was an introvert for sure, but only to the people he didn't vibe with. He was a pure chatterbox around the ones who had a similar genre taste in movies and aesthetics, streetwear but monochromatic. His hair, a dark shade of ebony paired with a similar hue of irises that were dark yet shone with ambition. He stood beside Jason, passing him a happy smile to which the other never responded. His face dropped a little. Wearing black T-shirt with a jacket of the same shade on top made his skin appear as pale as snow.

I'm just not comfortable with the subject. After the makeup, they also styled my hair. Carl chose a sleek low bun for me. He gathered my hair at the back of my neck and twisted it into a neat bun, securing it with pins. He left a few strands loose to frame my face. This style is elegant and keeps my hair tidy for the family dinner.

It was kinda weird given that I'm one of the most popular and smartest students at our school unlike those brainless Cheer squard. Now don't get me wrong, not all of them are like that but if you met the ones at my school you'd say the same thing. I got dressed as usual and since I don't really have a preference I dress according to my mood so today, I curled my hair from half way through to fall into four simple curls, I wore a black and white sleeveless turtleneck, a pleated chiffon deep black skirt, black combat boots paired with a choker and other accessories.

I stood in front of the door and crossed my arms. "Why won't you stop?" I ask seriously. "A-Althea," Leslie said my name. The boys turned behind them thinking that maybe they were not the ones I was talking to. "Don't bully my friend," I said as my finger played with the end of my hair. "Friend? This?" They asked laughingly so I grinned. "Why can't two nerds be friends?" They laughed suddenly, was it because of what I said? "So? What do you care if we bully her? Is there anything you can do about it?"

Yeah, it was time for a change. Nina toyed with her hair for a few minutes, pushing it this way and that, watching herself the mirror and thinking. Trying to decide on a new color. Kayden’s knock sounded on the bedroom door just as she was finishing up. She tied her now emerald green hair up into a high, tight ponytail. Guys liked high ponytails. They liked thinking about holding onto them like handles. She flicked off the lights and made for the door, but not before giving her reflection one last reproving shake of her head.