Nerdy Jokes Novels & Stories

I said clutching my stomach and arching my back. Both Adrien and Brittney looked at me. Adrien annoyed that I have destroyed the mood and Brittney irritated that Adrien stopped. "Why is the nerd here?" Scoffed Britney with a look of disgust. "Did you came to watch you pervert?" "No, just imagining you to kissing makes me disgusted, and now that I actually saw the scenario, I just want it out of my head. I'm forever traumatized," I said. I stood up straight and rubbed my temple with my eyes closed. Sometimes you just need to take a break from people's imagination.

You helped me out ! “Hey there nerd !” * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

"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.

] I shot back a [We'll talk later,] and shut off my phone. I lay awake all night, but weirdly, I was not tired at all.

"But one thing you're missing is refusing to know that this isn't a joke." Sage took steps forward to meet the Seer. “I don't want to know if this is a joke or not. All I'm interested in is for you to let me get into the mystic world!” His voice was cold and threatening. He wasn't in the mood for play and the Seer wouldn't olay foul with him when he was entirely serious. He was tired of all the bullshit!

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.

his cocky smile said all about him that he was nothing but a jerk. The nerdy-looking guy just sat still on his chair not being able to say anything in front of those seeming thugs. "Now you will not even open your mouth, do I need to remind you who am I?" the new guy could not help but chuckle at the overly-used dialogue. The blue-eyed guy was offended by his chuckle and now his whole attention diverted to him and the poor nerdy boy was thanking God internally. "Oh... Oh... Oh... new guy, you seem quite young. Did you mistake our class as fresher's? Huh." he said and started to laugh along with his minions as if he had cracked a massive joke.

Hey Nate, Did you do a weird thing? Let's see. You read comments on an online support group, saw one that caught your interest, couldn't suppress the urge to talk to the girl that wrote said comment, sent her the oddest email she's ever read, and then decided to forget that he ever sent the email in the first place. Is that weird? I'll leave you to answer that for yourself. And yes, I do have a sense of humor. Usually the dark kind, but it's still humor nonetheless, isn't it? But nowadays, very few things make me laugh. So,I don't know what to make of it. Does that still count as having a good sense of humor?

"Alright, fine. If you won't smile, I'll have to tell you my top-tier jokes. What do you call a fake noodle?" Elena had blinked, her stern frown flickering for a split second. "What?" "An impasta." She had stared at me in absolute, stony silence for three whole seconds. "That is terrible. That is the worst joke I've ever heard." "Okay, okay, tough crowd," I had grinned, my dark eyes sparkling with wicked delight as I stroked her cheek. "Why don't scientists trust atoms?" "Jaxx, please stop…" "Because they make up everything."

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