Nerdy Pick Up Lines Novels & Stories

“If you’re talking about the ceremony, it went great. You and your mother are now officially part of the family. No going back, so if you’re having a rethink, expel it from your mind.” He concluded dramatically. “Of course not. Why would I be having a rethink? I have you. You’re better than a rethink.” “Damn! That was some crazy lines. I could use that on a girl, you know?” “Well, without pickup lines, girls would certainly heed over heels for you.” His grin widened. “Yes, I am. You’re cute.” He frowned. “Eh? Me? Cute? I’m not a bunny, only bunnies are cute.”

¨ he says while wrapping one arm around her shoulders giving Jessica a side hug. ¨I appreciate that, thanks Nick! I am really happy that I have met you!¨ She then admits. ¨Yeah me too Jess! i might look like one of the popular guys but sometimes i feel l;ike i don't fit in with some people to their surprise, i'm a bit of a nerd you know, i like gadgets and stuff like that so having being the nerd with beach boy looks confuses people, specially girls, first they like to be with me and the moment they see my nerdy side they almost can not believe their eyes and run away with lost of excuses, well anyways that's what happened at my highschool before so that is why i was not 100%

Liam trailed off suggestively, implying unsavory escapades. "Totally," Cindy chimed in, her tone as phony as her lashes. "We're old pals. If you're struggling, speak up. With your background—no college, no sharp clothes—you might bomb interviews. Want me to take you shopping? I can spot you cash. You were a whiz kid. It's a shame seeing you like this." Shannon stayed silent, her nails digging into her wine stem. Her intense gaze bore into me like lasers. Her boyfriend, Zach Fuller, leaned forward with condescending pity and open disdain.

He had the nerdy look with his pair of glasses that doesn't go off from his eyes "Forget the glasses, I'm not boring" "I didn't say that you are" "But you thought about it" "Yes a little, you have this look that is like me and all" "Nerdy? You don't have a nerdy look" "But I look plain" "Like I am a virgin?" "I'm not about telling you if I'm a virgin or not" "You don't have to tell me, I already know you are not. You look like the kind who lost it in the truck of their car"

“Guys…what’s happening? Why is everyone staring at me?” Riley’s face crumpled. She opened her mouth, then looked at Jaden like ‘you tell her’. Jaden sighed, his shoulders dropping. “There was a poll. In the senior class group chats last night. After the game.” My heart started pounding so hard I could feel it in my throat. “A poll for what?” Riley squeezed my arm. “It was… it was ‘Who’d be willing to fuck Mia Harper?’” The hallway tilted as my head spun.

With her final statement, she plugged her eyes open, staring sadly at Fennick who was having the cutest grin on his face. He brought out his hands for her to take and led her into the spring water like how all Lock Hearts pack shifters do, she knelt while Fennick said some rites about her having a glorious and peaceful life after her twenty-first birthday then, he used his manly hands to hold up the water from the spring which was referred to as Safe water and dropped it on her head while it slipped to her whole body. He did it again and again while she chuckled at his actions. Thanks to him, she always has a tremendous birthday.

“Your balls.” “Okay I got you, Nick, I’mma stay behave. I’m going to keep my hands to myself” He smiled in absolute defeat. By now, he should already know that he can’t somersault me with his dumb pick-up lines. I got my pick-up lines too, and it’s always on point.

And who knows, maybe I’ll even learn something new and become a bit of a math nerd myself. I looked around. Where else can I find a nerd who is willing to answer my assignments? I don’t like to choose a random nerd. Because what if he’s not really smart? Then we will fail both! I need someone who’s gullible enough to fool. Who is easily attracted by my smile. I need a virgin nerd. My gaze landed on the man who passed by Bea and me who immediately avoided my eyes. “Bea.” “Oh why again?” “Who’s that?” I mouthed his direction.

I leaned back against the sticky leather sofa of the frat house, swirling the whiskey in my plastic cup. The guy was an offensive lineman with breath that smelled like cheap tequila and desperation. "You’ve been hovering over me for the past three minutes," I said, my voice flat. "And in that time, you’ve used two clichéd pick-up lines and told me how much you bench. I’m bored, Tyler. Move." “My name is not Tyler. I'm—" "Irrelevant," I finished, finally meeting his eyes with a cold, dead-eyed stare. "Go find a freshman who still thinks a letterman jacket is a personality trait. My brother’s party is loud enough without you barking in my ear."

Immediately, that stranger aroused an immense dislike in me, as he looked down at my body in an undisguisedly malicious way, like the perverts who used to frequent my mother's house, from whom I had spent my entire life running away. — Oh my! Did I die, go to heaven and now I'm being welcomed by an angel? — he said, staring at me with perversion. Would that ridiculous pick-up line work on anyone? — Did you come to the party? — Party? Yes. Of course. A party is always good. — It's in the garden. I'll show you the way — I offered politely.