Nerdy Questions Novels & Stories

That's right, I have to know so that I don't harbor this curiosity for too long. Then Neron's answer is... I waiting for it. *****

Hunter is a 17 year old boy that's a genius. He's smart, handsome, charming, sweet; everything to be the perfect boyfriend; the only down part of him is that he's too sassy and asocial. He always has those sassy comebacks and sometimes doesn't know when to keep his mouth shut. Bullies and jocks think just because he's a nerd that means they could walk all over him. But they're gonna get another thing coming; Hunter basically doesn't take other people's bullshit and he's not gonna start now.

Jaxon. God, even his name sounded like trouble. The golden boy of campus. Hockey captain. Broad shoulders, sharp jawline, hair that always fell effortlessly into place like some commercial. He was the boy girls whispered about in locker rooms. The boy I never thought would even look at me, not when I was the nerd who hid behind thick lenses and over-washed cardigans. But now, here he was, half-dressed, trousers hanging low on his hips, the room spinning with the sour, heavy scent of alcohol clinging to his breath. His weight hovered over me, warm and too close.

“Doesn’t matter. But Lena’s different—she’s a nerd, right? A super hot nerd, but still a total nerd all the same. So…” “So what the fuck do nerds like?” I scratched the back of my head, swearing under my breath. I wasn’t good at this romance shit. It felt foreign and hard, my mind racing through her colour-coded notes, the books, how way she reorganised my shelves, muttering about reports and deadlines and whatever the fuck. “Great question. Have fun figuring that one out on your own.” I started to walk away. “Sure. Thanks for the half-assed advice, man.”

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

He laughed full of himself. “Are you sure you’re Tyler Vincent and not his evil twin brother or something?” I asked, still dumbfounded. Maybe he had a twin brother. That always happened in books and movies, right? I mean, come the fucking on! Tyler Vincent couldn’t be this handsome, right? That damn weird nerd couldn’t be this hot!

His thin body made him look like he was carrying a baseball bat. As if he doesn’t know they’re letting the nerd’s play just to make fun of them. Because if he plays, the piñata will be broken in less than ten seconds. He hissed. The nerd hit his knee instead of the piñata above him. “Gosh, it seems like you didn’t want to hit the piñata when we were kids. You’re still very good at hitting. Oh right your pounding something else now.” He glared at him.

Without thinking about it, I answered CHRISTMAS! I was a little gutted when Nero’s answer was Halloween, but I then remember that they’re close to one another, so it’s not too bad. I’m not the biggest fan of Halloween, I don’t understand the excitement around it, but I do enjoy watching themed films around October time. ***

"Troy, you've outdone yourself." Zach faded into irrelevance beside her. I watched the dramatic scene unfold before me and listened to those phony compliments. Only irony and boredom swelled in me. Just then, another voice cut in, laced with obvious resentment and spite. "So what if you're some hotshot designer now?" Cindy sneered. "Your bloodsucking parents are infamous. They caused a huge scandal, embarrassing the whole school. Now that you're rolling in it, you think they won't come sniffing around? Bet they've already shown up at your door, huh? No fortune fills those pits. Wonder if your seat's secure."

Right now, I’m dealing with a different dilemma. What type of dilemma, you ask? Well, for the past three hours, I’ve been sitting in this fancy chair with my huge neurobiology textbook cracked wide open in front of me. And instead of actually studying, I’ve been scorching my black phone screen with my gaze–as if glaring at it hard enough will magically make a text from Trey pop up. That’s right. Trey Parker is, once again, the sole reason my brain is fried. After Ryder’s crazy announcement at the stadium yesterday morning, Trey had suddenly gotten a phone call.