Nerdy Pick Up Lines Novels & Stories

Aiden and Lucas gagged beside me as I glared at them. "Is your name g****e?" I asked her with a stupid smile. She is making me talk about stupid things that I thought I never talk in life. She is making me do this for her. All those cheesy lines and romantic kinds of stuff, things that I do for love. "Is this another kind of cheesy pick up line?" I can imagine a small smile with one eyebrow quirked on her face. "Finish it!" She said and I said, "Because you have everything I've been searching for." I whispered. I could hear a sharp intake of her breath as she groaned out.

“Not everyone is destined to be mopy all day.” “I was happy this morning.” Flipping him off, he just laughed and sat down on the other side of Jo. “Seriously, why are you so happy?” Beau leaned over Jo and looked at him. “I used this sick pickup line on a girl and it worked.” “I got one for you.” I said, glancing at Steele. “Oh yeah? Let’s hear it.” All eyes turned to me as I set my rag down. “Are you a smoke detector? Because you won’t shut up and fucking annoying.”

He is such a loser, why in the hell is he in front of me? “What do you want Jackson?” “How about I’ll take you out, and we can do a little something. Turn that frown into a smile what do you say?” “How about you learn a good pick up line, instead of that lame ass one that you believe girls will fall for? When you learn how to think with your head and not with your little packet between your legs than we can talk” “Why are you being a bitch, playing hard to get?” “Wow you came up with that all by yourself? I said sarcastically.

“Hehe, I knew this day would come. The day where you finally realize who you really are, a pathetic, cheap prosthetic!” ‌ “Uh, dude. The word you’re meaning to say is prostitute, I believe,” Ned was unable to hold back his tendency to correct the musclehead. “Geez, good job in killing the mood, bonehead.” ‌ “Shut up! That was just a typo, and everyone makes typo these days! Stop being so judgmental, four eyes!” yelled Niels right in front of Ned’s face. “Stop being so uptight with your butt!” ‌ Ned rolled his eyes. “First and foremost, just because I’m nerdy and geeky doesn’t mean I’m wearing glasses, pal. You have eyes and you can see me not wearing any, it’s not like you’re reading a novel

He doesn’t sound stuffy. “Then...you don’t want to talk about what happened?” I shake my head at first, before realizing he can’t see me. “…No. Just…talk, pleassse?” “…Hah. What am I, a radio?” “Yesss.” “Pfft. Of all the ways I could be objectified, you sure have a strange way of doing it.” “Mmh.”

Theo murmured crudely, as he deliberately deepened his voice because he knew what that does to his wife. “Theodore!” “Alicia!” The nerd's wife huffed, folding her arms above her breast, and just glared at the clown she called a husband. His hot gaze didn't leave her face. “Pretty please, can I fuck you?” He asked again with an unmanly pout, making Alicia fight back a smile unsuccessfully. “You know you want to,” he goaded with a suggestive wink. “I promise, I will make you cum really hard.” She flushed, giving him an opportunity to step closer.

I find myself saying before I can stop myself. Tyler looks at me,a smirk evident on his face as he opens his mouth, "Get used to it,nerd" he says. "I'm not a nerd!" I tell him. "That's what all nerds say" he shrugs as he takes more gulps from the bottle. "Well I'm not one of them,why would you even think that?" I ask, feeling offended. I hate when people call me a nerd. "Because you're a nerd. End of discussion" He says,pulling his body off the fridge. He opens the fridge and places the nearly empty bottle back into the fridge.

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

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.