Small Nerd Novels & Stories

"I mean, I'm a nerd, you have this ghetto hip-hop style, with a baseball cap and loose clothes. We try to look cool, but we don't fit in." "Meaning?" "Meaning we're both out of place. Why do we have to force ourselves to fit in when we can still be ourselves? Let them think we're weird, right? Just don't give a fuck about it." I laughed at what he said; we really seemed to get along. Plus, Sanya was wrong when she said I didn't have friends. I have one now, a nerd, but so what? Lena got into their group even though she's a nerd. Now, I have someone to talk to.

Why would I even do that? Annie: Because if you do this, not only will Sophia be out of the picture, but every other woman coming. He’s popular now, Nessa! He isn’t the nerd we knew—he’s social media’s sweetheart now. And every dirty girl out there wants a taste of that teddy bear. I stared at her for a few seconds, squinting and processing what she said. That’s true. He is popular now. But he’s always going to be a nerd. A NERD!

Cut me some slack people! He nodded, his smile broadening to the point where he flashed me his perfect teeth. Was there anything about this guy that wasn't perfect? He tilted his head in question. "What is the usual one then?" "Yeah. Why are you so surprised about that?" "Well, it's not the reaction I tend to receive." I bit my bottom lip and looked down at the floor below sheepishly. "They usually make fun of me. I tend to be labeled as the nerd of the school."

I couldn’t believe my luck – he was walking down the hallway towards me. My heart skipped a beat as I realized he was even cuter in person. He had thick, black-rimmed glasses and a mop of curly brown hair that fell over his forehead. He looked like he belonged in a library, buried in books, and I couldn’t help but feel drawn to him. I watched as he rummaged through his backpack, pulling out a stack of textbooks and a shiny new calculator. I was impressed – this guy was serious about his studies. But I also knew that being a self-proclaimed nerd could sometimes make it hard to make friends.

I usually prefer to just plug in my earphones and shut out the world. I wonder how Alex and Jace are handling this. They're probably not having as much trouble as me. They can literally walk into a room and win over everyone's heart like they're some sort of Cupid in teenage form. Well, I'm the opposite. I'm like a demon in the teenage form: you avoid them and you're good. Okay, not a demon..maybe a zombie. When I do think about it that's kind of how my previous classmates looked at me. They looked at me like I'm about to start a zombie apocalypse and infect everybody with my "obvious" nerdiness. Like seriously guys? Just because I'm quiet and distant and have straight A:s doesn't mean I'm a

“Watch it, nerd.” If Gigi could count how many times she’d internally rolled her eyes that day, she’d probably reach hundred. Who still said stuff like that? This wasn’t some 80s high school show. Except that was exactly what her life was like. Treatment like being called nerd, and having to cram herself to the furthest corners of the hallways to avoid being shoved were things she was already used to. In actuality, Gigi Collins was a nerd. And a totally huge one at that. She loved anime, scored top points in every one of their classes and had a knack for going into conspiracy theory rabbit holes.

Still, it was hard to believe that the four- or five-year-old children were famous hackers on the Dark Net. Alden nodded. “Do you have computers? You’ll find out in a match.” So, Terry gestured for his servant to prepare some computers.

“Things like that shouldn’t go on forever.” Eira turned and looked at Lyall. “I’m fine. I don’t want you to fight with your friends just because of me.” “They’re not my friends.” Eira frowned. “But you’re with Miro every day. Miro’s one of their friends.” “That doesn’t mean I’m friends with all of them. Don’t be silly and stubborn. I’m fine. But you have a name. A beautiful name. Why does it have to be Nerd?” “Uhmm... Because I'm a Nerd.”

I’ve always known I was possessive. It’s built into my fucking DNA. Back in middle school, our teacher brought an ugly baby toad into the classroom. I was the one who befriended it. I named her Maureen. I took care of her. Then Grey Bruce–one of those overpampered rich kids–decided he wanted her too. It became a petty competition over who Maureen liked more, but the toad always hopped away from Grey and came back to me. I was smug about it.

She’s simply a geeky nerd who started wearing nice clothes only yesterday! It seemed that this Nerd was really trying to get on my toes. .