Small Nerd Novels & Stories

They all laughed at their useless jokes together Although these words were meant to be murmured I could still hear them. Dusting the pieces of dry leaves of my dress, I quickly adjusted my glasses and ran towards the bathroom, thankfully there was no one in the female bathroom, I quickly locked the door and slump on the ground to cry My name is Carmella Conor Aged 17, yes am a nerd.... I have no friends, boyfriend or even a pet Am allergic to almost every animal on earth except a raccoon and I hate those things the most.... tried getting one but didn't end up well for me, I got scratched and infected

“ You what?! Do you like Bianaca? “ I asked Brandon, utterly surprised that he would choose a girl like Bianca. Bianca is wicked and troublesome, that's just the best way to describe her. “ Not really I wanted to make her fall in love with me, we'll have sex and I'll dump her. Simple “ Brandon said with a shrug. I was shocked. Is this how nerds now behave? “ I thought….thought you were a nerd “ I stuttered and he laughed lightly. Kace stood chuckling as he watched us. “ I'm just a person who loves my personal space and being alone to avoid dramas in my life. Yes, I love reading and learning new things concerning hacking and other internet-related issues but I'm a nerd? “ He asked and paused

Not for Anderson Simpson. He could remember, one day, when James snatched his candy from him. He flung his bag to the floor and gave James the beating of his life. When James' parents came to see the "bully" who'd hit their child, they were shocked to see a much tinier fellow with a weird looking glass pair on his nose. "Wait, a nerd beat our son?" Anderson laughed as the flood of thoughts sucked thirty minutes of his time. He smiled, wanting to linger, but then-

George returned the smile sincerely. 'Says the devil.' Skylar scowled inwardly. "You kids should come say hello to aunt Skylar." She said, then warned. "Orderly." "My name is Ashley and I am five." A little black-haired boy introduced first. "I am Erica and am eight." "Fabiana, and am five...." Skylar's brain buzzed as they all continued to introduce themselves until it got to the very last person. "I am Nancy. And I am three." The little girl had a full smile on her face. Revealing the sets of windows carved in her teeth.

Not until the next day for school that is. I was such a loner back then. I had to wear glasses and had braces. No matter how hard I tried, my face was just breaking out all the time. And yes...if you're wondering if I was a nerd, then yes. I was a nerd, I kept to myself, and had no friends. Not until my chemistry class, where I met Selia, my best friend. We were both nerds, and invisible to everyone else. She's now the school principal.

, 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.

"I do not like him" "I'm just saying that you two would make a great couple. Bad boy and the nerd". "I am not a nerd". I told her off. "You read books always, you are not on any social media sites, you do not let friends visit your home and you inly have two friends. Thats the definition of a nerd". "Bella". Jeremy warned. "I only read books because i'm bored. How can you say you are my best friend and not know me?". "What about you? You claim to be my best friend and yet there are some secrets that you prefer hidden from me". She replied.

Andrew had been like that since the match started. 'But...! But how?!' Lucas was baffled. Andrew stood straight and raised a hand like he was catching something. 'My latest device, Malcrove 0.9, smallest, most invincible device you'll ever know.' Andrew held up a very tiny thing that could be mistaken for a small speck. 'What?!' Lucas became confused. Andrew rolled his eyes. 'I really hate explaining things.' He waved Lucas off. 'It's annoying really.'

Then I decided on a pair of black knee-length boots. I curled my hair and pulled it all to one side and braided one piece on the top so it was like a crown. I walked downstairs just as there was a knock on the door. "Hey,” he said, smiling, leaning against the doorframe. “Hi.” I smiled back. Everyone saw a bad boy or a player or whatever they wanted to classify him as but really he was nothing but a big dork. A cute one at that, but still a dork. I guess that’s why they always say the nerd gets on so well with the player.