Novel & Cerita Nerdy Jock

Coach Max looks shocked to his shoes, Cecily massages her temples in silent defeat, and my brain just refuses to accept the horror. A crazy, sexy intro video?! By Sunday morning?! "Welcome to the six-week nightmare, everyone!" Ryder doesn't seem to care about the collective shock as he calls out cheerfully over his shoulder, already walking toward the exit. "I truly look forward to watching you all tear each other apart. Now, if you'll excuse me... I have places to be, bodies to paint, and pussies and cocks to suck." And with that absurd line, he exits the stadium.

"Actually, no need, if he likes you he will like you the way you are. But if you want to change your appearance it's up to you Chloe, it's your right." Chloe nodded in response, she immediately smiled a little. Maybe changing his appearance a little is fine isn't it to make the guy glance at Chloe? Chloe smiled as she looked at the nerdy girl beside her desk. With a big smile, she patted the girl on the shoulder. "Hi, can I ask you something?" said Chloe "May, ask what?" "Do you know who the man in black is?" Chloe shouted, pointing at the man. "His name is Declan Mashii Jackson, he's from business management. As far as I know he's a Dj and the woman next to him is his girlfriend. Why do you

Damn, I didn't know that she's so damn possessive, and I find it cute. "Nathan Jones is a douchebag, Red. And do you know that he three-timed Ericka, Stacy, and Martha? I know it because the girls are sharing it with me. And clearly, he's hitting on you. Oh, does he know that you're a DJ or something?" She ranted and asked. I just nodded my head in response

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.

shouted pushing Mr Nerdy's card with as much force as I could muster ignoring the looks from people around and noticing one of the bouncers coming in towards us. "Why don't we do this like real men then?" Mr Nerdy dared me, looking all calm and surprisingly unshaken by my hard push. "You want to fight?" "Looks like you are badly in need of one buddy," He said, already walking out of the bar. I pulled at my messy hair, hands-on my hip.No body dares me, not Lucas Edgar. I followed him outside just to meet this punk-looking unfazed, standing at the driver's door of the latest edition of the electric car which was opened. Nice ride, but was not about to tell him that to his face. "Let's get thi

jocks never supposed to be with nerds, not that I'm a nerd, I just study too hard! Logan dropped into the chair, letting out a dramatic sigh like sitting in class was the hardest thing he’d done all day. His cologne is something warm and expensive that fills the space between us. I ignored it. I don't want to fall into trouble. jocks were trouble! “Hey, what’d I miss?” he asked, his voice smooth, like he knew he could charm his way through anything. He could charm other girls who were willing to open their legs for him, but not me.

Most of the people Jack surrounded were like that—men who looked like underwear models because they spent half their waking hours at the gym. Many of them were, in fact, underwear models. I was halfway into pouring a bottle of whiskey when Jack appeared. He’d thrown a bathing robe over his naked body but left it open in the front, showcasing his smooth underbelly and soft cock. His ruby piercing glimmered in his belly button. I put the beer bottle on the table and closed the laptop. It was basic respect, right? We hadn’t seen each other since last night—watching him getting railed today didn’t count as seeing each other in my mind. Hi, baby,” my boyfriend purred. Once upon a time, that gree

he said, forcing his lips into a smile. Any hint of a grin dripped from Daniel’s face like sweat. This couldn’t be happening to him. There they were, the school’s resident gay nerd and him, about to pump his gas. This had to be the guy’s dream come true, a prophecy written in the stars. It could have only been worse if Daniel were fat by now. He didn’t even remember the man’s name all that well. Only the nickname he got after an unwanted outing during a slideshow presentation. “Jack.” Like the actor in Titanic. Daniel groaned and took another step back. His life had reached a new low.

"I have to talk to Jack." "Can I trust you to get me in the room without anyone knowing?" I asked Bobby, the nurse on the floor who was assigned to Jack to bring the food, keep his room in order, stuff like that. I was a little glad Jack was assigned to a male nurse. I didn't want to imagine a female nurse watching him getting undressed or trying to be flirty. Okay, maybe the flirty part wouldn't happen because the nurses wouldn't approach Jack without a ten-foot-long pole. He scared the living daylights out of them.

The pendant under my shirt felt suddenly heavier. “Jaric wants to join a ‘jock college,’” I said, half to lighten the mood, half because it was true. “He says he’s destined for it.” Dr. Harry froze. Then he leaned back and broke into the loudest laugh I had ever heard from him—genuine, uncontrollable, almost choking.