Nerdy Hairstyles Novels & Stories

I asked, honestly not knowing what I did wrong to attract a frosty reaction from them. Olivia sighed and shook her head. "First of all, girl, you need to get cultured about the community if you're going to take our hairstyles. Those braids are Fulani braids and they're very popular in Nigeria, Ghana and most of the North Western women of Africa. Kim K didn't invent the hair style and she sure as hell wasn't the first to do the do. Yara Shahidi, Nicki, Riri, Marsai and literally Queen fucking Bey has debuted that hairstyle on red carpets."

The day that changed my life. •°♡°• Pulling the large hoodie over my head, I quickly run a brush through my hair before pulling it into a messy bun atop my head. My raven black locks were a mess to deal with, as the curls always made it hard to style. I decided long ago that a messy bun is the only style I could muster, being either too busy or too lazy to deal with my hair.

Mark's eyes flickered over her shoulder as he spotted Maddy, Myra, Heidi and Garius arriving. "Oh wow," He murmured, seeing Myra's new hairstyle. Gone was the long, curls. In it's place was something new and very eyecatching. Her hair was straight, without a single curl in sight, and it reminded Mark of Jennifer Annistons hairstyle in the latter years of Friends, although it was more sharply angled at the ends. It shone in the sun, all black, straight and sleek.

Radyn let out a shaky breath. "You drive me crazy, little demon," Radyn breathed, his tone kept to a low murmur. Scarlet smirked at him, running her hands through his hair. A few days ago, Radyn had decided to have his hair shaved at the sides with a heavily styled tapered undercut. As much as he tried to look more sophisticated, his curly hair would defy any sorts of hair gel and fly freely. --- ((TW TW TW!)) ---

Then I decided on a pair of black knee-length boots. I curled my hair and pulled it all to one side and braided one piece on the top so it was like a crown. I walked downstairs just as there was a knock on the door. "Hey,” he said, smiling, leaning against the doorframe. “Hi.” I smiled back. Everyone saw a bad boy or a player or whatever they wanted to classify him as but really he was nothing but a big dork. A cute one at that, but still a dork. I guess that’s why they always say the nerd gets on so well with the player.

And cut. I don't cry. I don't hesitate. This hair was the hair Aureliano stroked. This was the hair Spadino buried his face in. This was the hair Ciro held when he fucked me. It has to go. When I am done, my hair is a jagged, chin-length bob. It looks rough. Angry. I take out the box of hair dye. Jet Black. I mix it in the sink. The chemical smell burns my nose. I slap the black sludge onto my head, rubbing it into my scalp until it stains my skin.

"Yes, the one who had hot pink hair last year." Ryan Hardy was a race car driver, a shocking choice of career for a girl whose father was a detective and her mother owned a restaurant. To describe Ryan, think Billie Eilish meets Miley Cyrus. She was definitely crazy but she had a chill personality, the type of person who knew the best places to hang out on a Saturday night and the best clubs to hop into after a stressful week. What her racing fans seemed to love most about her was her hair. Ryan's hair was always undergoing some type of transformation, whether it was an unusual hair cut or an obnoxious color of hair dye which would cause her to be seen from a mile away, she wasn't afraid to

Kyle Black. He's your average, good-looking, football playing, jerk. And the big reason why my life at school is hell. Sure, somedays I just wish I could wipe that smug smirk off of his face, but then I remember that he's the future Alpha. Can't mess with them. People seem to like calling me 'Nerdy Skylar.' It doesn't even rhyme! Though I just kept reminding myself that this is my last day here for a while, so I'll finally be free of them later today.

Everyone saw my body and assumed I was going to cry if I broke a fingernail. “So pretty in your little frame.” Nora finished her makeup. She watched me for a moment as I finished my smoky eye. “I love that look on you. Such a badass. Those black matted nails will bring the whole look together.” “That’s me. The badass!” Smiling at her, I just looked at my creation. “Here.” Nora grabbed some bobbypins and pulled the right side of my hair back, pinning it behind my ear. “There, that looks better.” The curls around the left side of my face made my jaw really stand out. The velvetly dark purple streak was in full view.

JuniorYearIngrid: "Angie was invited back to school today, and as expected, Ned came with her. I'm so sad. I mustered up my courage to give my well wishes to both Ned and Angie, but there were just so many people that I couldn't squeeze my way over to them at all! I waited for them at the school's back gate, but Ned just brushed past me as he dragged Angie along. Neither of them even spared a glance at me. Is it because I wasn't wearing the uniform? I feel like crying!" SophomoreYearIngrid: "So, I'm not the only one! Everyone wants a fairytale love story like Angie and Ned. Everyone's imitating Angie's style. I feel like it's a waste to cut off my long hair. Still, I did it! Starting from to