Nerdy Pick Up Lines の小説・ストーリー

Let's see what he has to say for himself, I just smiled at him. “What is a hot girl like you sitting all by yourself?” He said. I wanted to vomit, really does that line actually work? “What's right into the pickup line? Never thought of saying Hello first. That might have worked, you know.” I said, sounding a smartass. “Really? Would you take a do-over?” He said, sounding so eager.

“Come here often?” I snorted at his cliché pick-up line and rolled my eyes. He would try one pick-up line per school year before he put on his overprotective, nobody fucks with my friend, armor on. “Oh yeah. All the time,” I deadpanned. “Well, damnit. Looks like I struck out again for the final and last time. My poor heart,” he wailed dramatically. That had me cracking up, to which he just winked. Then he reached into his jacket, bringing out some candy. He slid some over to me. I was a lover of all things sweet, so I grabbed a piece.

I snatch the fifty dollars from his hand. “I will bet fifty dollars on you not getting your cock between my boobs tonight.” He winks and clinks his glass with mine as he raises a sexy brow. “Thank you. I will take that as a personal challenge.” I shake my head as I sip my drink. “Does that ridiculous pick up line work on many women?” He smiles and winks cheekily. “You would be surprised.” I smirk. There is something extremely honest about this guy. He isn’t pretending to be someone he’s not.

I was fuming. “What if I say I do?” He licked his lower lip and the sight of his tongue reminded me of that damn kiss again. “What happens then?” When I didn’t answer, he let out a deep chuckle and smiled. “Don’t worry, you’re not my type. I prefer blondes. Not a crazy redhead.” He deserved another eye roll. “Praise the Lord, the nerd said I’m not his type! Finally, my life won’t be a teenage drama movie bullshit.” I turned around and plugged my earphones again. He made me miss Liam’s amazingly sexy voice. Geez.

“I collect vintage vinyls—old Beatles, Aretha Franklin. Late nights, I’m sipping coffee, spinning records, pretending I’m cooler than I am. Pathetic, right?” I smiled, touched by his candor, the glimpse of his heart. “Not pathetic,” I said, my voice warm. “It’s sweet. Didn’t peg you for a music nerd.” He winked, his gaze lingering, playful. “Only for the right audience,” he said, his tone laced with charm. “Lucky you, I’m showing off today.” I chuckled, rolling my eyes, the banter a shield against the city’s shadows, his laughter a melody that lightened my fears.

Vixen asks ,his question more of a pick up line than a question. "Yes ,that true.i dont think we have meet you before, did we attend the same school." Oh we did,we sure did. We attended the same school,where all you did was bully a young, naive, innoca. girl. "Of course we did." I say in a budybtone."maybe the name 'ugly duckling' will help you remember." I say sweetly and the colour drains off their face. 'ugly duckling' That name alone ruined my reputation in school.

And as he's about to walk away, I asked him something. "Uh, Dad, how will I know if you are calling me? I can't identify you from this crowd with masks and suits the same as you." I asked him, and he just shrugged. What the f*ck? Is he kidding me? "You'll know." He answered and left me there standing in the sea of people. I just sighed and went to the counter. I'll drown myself in alcohol. I'm just kidding—just some light drinks. I wonder if they offer a soda or a choco drink. Ugh, damn it! I just miss you so much, Red.

I scowl and roll my eyes, hoping it would roll to the back of my head and stay there so I won't have to see him. "Lame pick up lines." I hiss then I notice two blonde girls about my age drooling as they stare at Keenan completely losing their senses of reasoning. I shrink at this revelation and turn to Keenan, the guy that has had these girls going crazy. He isn't even cute!... Okay, I take that back. Maybe he's cute, but not cute enough to send someone into a hypnotic state. "Like what you see?" He teases with his brow with a sheepish grin.

I started reciting all the cringy, weird and perverted pick up lines I could think of, all the while watching the jerk King lose his cool. I put my hand over my heart to make my performance seem unfeigned, looking all touched and moved, a bit misty-eyed too. "DARLING, who'd have ever imagined you to be so naughty when you asked me if I sat in sugar because I've got such a sweet ass... I mean buttocks(I feared these primordials would mistake my ass for a donkey if I didn't enlightened them with the specifics). That I'm in all of your inappropriate..."

There, honesty is the best policy. "You're like the ice. You're ice prince." I'm vomiting words right now, even telling him the nickname I invented for him. That's it. Stop, Evie. Stop. Shut up. Shut uppp! "Maybe I can warm you up with a date?" Bahahahaha what a cheesy come back. Is this one of those lame pick up line? The one you used during your high school era? Which is... what? Twenty years ago? Bahahahaha! "You're weird." I am still laughing when he fixes himself back to the steering wheel and gives a signal to bring the car back to the main road.