Short Nerd Mga Nobela at Kwento

"You don't look like a nerd" "Oh believe me, they don't come much more nerdy than Connor here; the whole pack.. our friends I mean, pack of friends. They always tease him". Joel said grinning. Conner shrugged. "It is not something I hide, I am a nerd in many areas, to me being a nerd is essentially being passionate about something and that is not a bad thing". "You are absolutely right and no it is not bad to be passionate". She smiled at him, and couldn't help thinking if he was passionate in other areas of life. She was quite certain he was.

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"No, no, you knew nothing!" Ace moved out of his way, still shouting at the top of his lungs. "You think you could hide it forever but I know you! I mean, it makes so much sense. The most popular jock in school who is totally homophobic going out with the not yet out of the closet pretty nerd boy! It's mind-blowing!" "No, I'm not a nerd! And this isn't a W*****d high school book!" Marcos snapped with a hand on his waist, even though there was a smile on his face. "I'm just taking him to the hospital for sometime."

That counts for something, right? My name is Annalise McDermott. And for the record, I am a nerd. A hopeless romantic. A person who believes in love even when it clearly hates me back. This is my playbook, a chronicle of terrible timing, questionable decisions, and the kind of love that shows up when you least expect it, usually right after you've sworn you’re never falling in love again. So here is a little friendly advice: do not follow my advice. At least not until the very end.

She replied as she opened her locker beside mine. "Yeah, and what is that something interesting that you will say to me?" I asked and closed my locker door. "Ah! About that... I have gathered info about the new students that we have now, you know... hacked the school's computers. Hehehe. And what I have found is very interesting." She let out proudly that she always hacks the school computers. Yeah, she’s such a geek. "Hmm, and what is that interesting thing about new students?" I asked her since I'm actually a bit intrigued.

He growled at her and she returned it with a sneer. He began to throb his paws towards her while she growled, not ready to accept defeat. "I'm Sage, nice to meet you." He greeted through the mind-linking.

My name is Emma and I'm what they call a nerd. Not only that I have multiple nicknames like fathead, uglyface, the list is endless. Summer is finally over meaning it's back to school well for me more like I'm going to hell, you see I've always been bullied. It started of being an emotional thing but then they started bullying me physically, shoved me against the lockers, some girls actually slap me but I don't do anything I just walk away.

That, the shyness and the fact that I was pretty much considered a nerd, plus my being new in school and that all added up to no new friends. As nerds go I wasn't the kind that you imagine when you hear the term. I didn't have Coke bottle glasses and pocket protectors full of pencils and pens. What made me a nerd to my classmates was that I always had my head stuck in a book and in class whenever a question was asked my hand was always the first one raised. It didn't help any that my answers were always right.

The next few days went as flat as a pancake. Everything felt quiet, almost dull. Some students still teased and laughed at me for always being alone. The truth? I don’t have any friends here. I’ve tried, but it’s hard for me to socialize. My interests are just... different. Most people here like hanging out, partying, or going out after class, while I prefer staying home, reading books, or watching shows. I was once called a nerd because of that. Someone even said, “Who even reads books these days?”

“He thinks we’d like this board game he picked up because I’m in a few of his physics classes.” Nate eyed Dave up and down, and I felt his shoulder stiffen. “Really,” Nate said. “Hi, I’m Dave,” he pushed forward with his hand out to Nate, “and do you have any idea how hard it is to get a group of nerds together to play a game that isn’t one of the boring board games that everyone plays?” Nate shook his hand. “Is this guy for real?” he asked me. I shrugged. “No idea, but I think Saoirse may have damaged his baby maker.”