Small Nerd Novels & Stories

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.

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.

" That's a pretty good brain there nerd " he says " Don't you have other things to do ? " I ask him, getting irritated by his presence " Oh are you telling me to leave ? " he pouts jokingly " Maybe.. now that you understand then leave " I say " I like it when you're angry nerd " he says " Stop calling me nerd,it's Raine " I almost yell " I know it's Raine nerd but I like nerd better nerd " he keeps saying nerd again and again.

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.

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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.

He was talking as if I was a Saint. Wait, I was a Saint. It was true, I never made mistakes. I had never attended a single college party. I was always on time to get to class and I did my homework perfectly and submitted it on time if not the first one. I never even had a boyfriend or friends. I guess that had to do with me being a nerd. I mean, it is college, where everyone wants to have fun and I am not....fun. I was quiet and as most people would describe me, naive and nerdy. People like me were termed as boring.

he replied, motioning to the chair across from him. I sat down, the seat feeling suddenly too small for my body. “Thank you so much for this opportunity, sir. I promise I won’t let you down.” He offered his hand. I took it without hesitation. And then… I saw it. A crescent-shaped birthmark. Just under the knuckle. And the world… paused. Something thundered in my memory, something bitter and cracked and wrapped in adolescent cruelty. ~~~~~ “Yo, y’all check out Nerd of the Year. Got a tattoo to feel better about yourself?”

I said, trying to sound friendly. She smirked before looking at her plate. “A little… um… I am more of a nerd. I don’t fight, but I am very book smart. Computer smart and all things techy.” Her eyes met mine as she kept going when she saw that I was eating and not making fun of her. “I’m a girly girl at heart. I’m not sure I am as spunky as you are… but I do enjoy a good prank and having a laugh.” “We are a loud bunch.” Brett laughed. “I’m excited to see what you can do with a computer.”

"You never talk about your family." "There isn't much to say." Shrugging, I kept my eyes on the path. "They died in a car accident when I was nineteen. But before that, my life was incredibly boring. I spent my weekends taking apart old computer towers in our garage. I built my first motherboard when I was twelve." Sean let out a soft whistle. "So you were always a massive nerd."