Small Nerd Mga Nobela at Kwento

When I was reading, the rest of the world faded into nothing. Still, I pressed on, lowering my voice. “Can you not call me that? I have a name.” "Whatever you say, nerd." I rolled my eyes, already tired of hearing that word. Sienna wasn’t done. “Here’s your pen back, nerd. Thanks, nerd!” I growled under my breath as she dropped the pen onto my desk like she’d just done me a huge favour.

Although he was quiet at first,he opened up a little later on. Devan is the wild child. He is the one that smokes and is covered in tattoos. He jumps from girl to girl every week or so. He never liked obeying the rules but he has no choice but to do so. He calls it the disadvantage of being bestfriends with the future Alpha. Kendrick is the joker. He likes pulling pranks and causing chaos everywhere he goes. He is funny as hell and he does not give a damn about what people think.

In a haze, she flashed back to that blindingly sunny hallway in high school. The boy in a faded, patched-up uniform smiled cautiously, clutching a workbook. He stubbornly blocked her and her crew from skipping classes. His voice rang clear, clumsy yet full of concern. "Shannon, don't fight. You'll get hurt." She shoved him aside, snapped that he was butting in, and mocked him as a nerdy simp. Then she strutted off amid her friends' laughs. The truth was, she felt he was special at first sight. He was a top student favored by the teachers, but his poverty and those ragged clothes made him a joke fodder.

He was just a kid with a gift from God. I had a big crush on him when we first met; he was fourteen, adorable, blue eyes, blonde hair, with a cute smile and I was nerdy twelve years old. It was more than just a crush so I told him, but he turned me off and told me he just wanted to be my friend. I was sad for days and I asked him if he was gay or into guys. He laughed and just said he knew we weren’t going to last. I didn’t push him and I just stayed as just his friend but once in a while, he’d warn me of certain things and people.

Dela I bet I wouldn't have many friends left if they knew I loved to collect stuffed animals and other cute girly things. I'm eighteen, but I still feel like a total child regarding toys and cute items such as hairpins or bedsheets with baby ducks. And while I know some grownups like stuffed animals and toys just like I do. Most people still look at me strangely when I wear a t-shirt with kittens or starter Pokémon. Some people call me a nerd, but meh. What can you do?

Adele P.O.V In high school, do not ever make a mistake that would make you the talk of the school. Most especially if you are tagged as a nerd. It would spread faster. Just imagine, hearing that the nerd kissed a guy, or confessed her love to someone. I would not call myself nerd though. I like to use the term ‘focused on the future type’, not nerd. People call people who get good grades and read a lot nerds. We are just really focused on the future. I think I need to start an awareness on that.

I answered as every glint of hope in their faces drained off while I walked out of the dining room making my way to the entrance of our house. I knew quite well in myself that I can't make such a promise to what they just said, I don't look for troubles, but troubles always had their way of coming to me first before I attack back without having a second thought. Okay! I'm Jade Carson, the only child of my parents and a crazy nerd. Furthermore, I said crazy, right? Yeah, I did… most people when they hear someone being a nerd, they have this mentality that the person has to have this fragile and weak personality who just finds hope in books.

He murmurs and shakes his head. "If you want to be technical about it, a nerd is an unattractive, socially awkward, annoying, undesirable, and/or boring person." His hand tightens on my leg, "You're not boring, annoying or socially awkward. You are definitely not undesirable. And the fucking opposite of unattractive." I shrug, I don't think I'm ugly, but I'm not stunning.

This time, his voice was gentle. Danica glanced at the pictures. The corners of her lips curling into a smile, "a cute guy but the glasses make him look like a nerd," she shrugged. "Well, I like nerds because they are intelligent. They aren't shallow like most guys who look so good on the outside with great social skills but lack intellectual abilities, most certainly having mashed potatoes as brains."

My name is Nerd. Not my real name but the one given to me by my course mates. Because I behaved like an actual nerd. If there was a personality more extreme than introvert, then that's what I was. I was always found isolating myself from everyone else. I never attended any social gathering except it was about quiz or debate or educational talk shows hosted there in college. I had no friends because no one wants to make a friend with someone whom they can barely communicate with.