Proyecto Nerd Novels & Stories

His smile stretches wider, and the light falling on his unusually long, pointed canines makes him look straight-up like an evil vampire craving blood. "Well, fuck me sideways with a flagpole and call me Larry," he purrs. "Is that really the legendary Goliath I see stomping down the hall?" Goliath?! Why on earth is he calling Trey that? Is that some kind of infamous athletic nickname? And hold on… they know each other?! "Let go of her, Python," comes Trey’s dark snarl instantaneously. "Right fucking now." Python?!

I took out my phone and sent Leo a text about what had gone down. ‘You’ll never guess who I have science with…’ ‘“Guessing by the three dots of dread, I’m assuming it’s someone I wouldn’t like?”’ ‘Bingo; Astrid.’ ‘“And here I thought our senior year would be at least somewhat drama-free.”’ ‘Apparently not, I do want to talk to you about the guy from last hour later, okay?’ ‘“Your wish is my command, your highness”’ ‘Fuck off, Dimwit, Talk later’

The trip there was silent, with me reading one of my favourite books, Liam and Cole on their phones and Will driving. Honestly, I was so glad to be leaving this place for a year. For some reason my school is really behind and still pick on the 'nerds' of the school. Which is pretty much just me. Sure there are the 'geeks' but everyone classifys me as the 'nerd', stupid labels. I'm bullied constantly but hey, what can you do? Maybe I could stand up for myself? Yeah, just one problem with that. Kyle Black.

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.

one of the three friends who were there that disastrous night when my father found out about Julian and me. Well, it’s certainly a surprise to see him on the board... I guess he decided to join in this madness with my dad after all. “Yes, I did,” I say firmly, not letting it get to me. I press the next button on the remote, and it finally displays the name of my project, ENKRATEIA. “My project will give back to the people what was taken from them... The power and control over themselves.”

, My inner voice roared. It's right Somehow. What to expect from A Nerd Like me? I was turning back out of the room when I heard some noises coming in the room. I opened my ears a bit more to hear the sounds properly.

It's just a word anyway, an insulting word to make people down. "You're the one who's ugly, bitch." I said. Except for her, I'm sorry it's just an attitude. "I'm not a bitch! You ugly nerd!!" I don't really like it for those who will be left behind, but if they want to be angry, I won't be angry with them, it's simple.

It was about power. Finally, Clarkson got his turn. The room held its breath. He stood up, his gaze sweeping the board sitting in front of him. "The Nereid project," he began, his voice unruffled and measured, "represents the largest single capital outlay in this company's history. It is, without question, our most innovative and most visionary undertaking we have ever undertaken." He stood there for a heartbeat, waiting for the words to take effect. Harper's serene smile stretched to its limits at the very borders.

He's an asshole for what he did. "Pres?" I blinked shaking my head before beaming at them "I'm fine. I'm just tired. I've been working on my part of the project until early hours of the morning. Sorry if I worried you, it wasn't my intention" I said and they raised their brows not believing me but dropped it either way and I was glad. The last thing I want to do is to worry them even more. If only they knew that I don't get much sleep at night because I keep having images of Ryker fucking someone every night.

MIA ♥ I dragged my feet down the hallway next to Riley and Jaden. We’d just survived another double period of hell, and the weight of it all was crushing me. “I can’t believe we still have three more projects to finish,” Riley groaned, kicking at a stray pencil on the floor. “Like, who thought senior year needed this much torture? I’m already drowning in college applications.” Jaden threw his head back dramatically. “Right? My art portfolio is due in two weeks, and I still have to edit that short film.”