Socially Awkward Book Novels & Stories

“Since you’re back, are you going to pick the next book?” I blinked. “Me?” “Of course,” she said, smiling. “You’ve been gone. You deserve the honor.” Everyone nodded expectantly. I looked down at the stack of books on the table, my fingers brushing across their covers. My hand paused on a novel about love, identity and societal expectations. This book will give them a glimpse of what I passed through during my absence. I smiled softly. “How about this one?” Brent groaned. “Oh no, not another depressing tragedy. Can’t we read something with a hopeful romance?”

It’s a good thing I know someone. “The thickness of the book is bad isn’t it? I fell asleep while reading. “I looked at that book. It’s not too thick, just right. “Yeah.” That’s all I answered because they might say I’m arrogant. Larissa managed to change the atmosphere with her silly jokes. He always joins me. So I’m just laughing too.

HER ROCK Chapter 1 Ella's POV: Lonely is a word I could use to describe myself. Sure I have friends, well if you could even call them that, more like acquaintances. But that's all they are. I don't like to hang out or go to after school games or events. I would rather be alone at home in my room reading or watching Netflix. When my friends ask to hang out, which is very rare, I make up some lame excuse so I don't have to.

“Let’s go. You’re late for work.” The drive to the bookshop was filled with silence. It wasn’t awkward, but comfortable. Ace seemed to be in deep thoughts but I didn’t have the will to start a conversation with him. To say it scared me will not be enough to describe what I was feeling. Not of him, but of myself. From the events of yesterday and this morning, I’ve proven that I have no strength to control myself around him. “Thank you,” I mumbled before sliding out of his Ferrari when he parked in front of the shop. It was so posh that I felt awkward sliding out of it. Quickly walking to the door of the shop in the aim of unlocking it, my fingers fumbled with the keys.

"Neal, I don't have any real friends. I was part of Tally's group, so I always hung out with her. I never had the chance to make proper friends myself while being at school. It was always school work and hanging out with Tally." "Jesus. Well, that does explain a lot, actually,'' he replied, causing a gasp to leave my lips as I laughed. "What's that supposed to mean? I'm not that terrible, but I mean, I'm not like other people here. I don't really care to party. I may look like a party girl, but I'm actually a bookworm. That is my deep, dark secret. I am a bookworm who loves to wear fuzzy socks and curl up in bed and read a book or watch a movie and drink coffee or hot tea."

“Hi, I’m Jenny.” She said it to me, but quickly moved on to look at everyone else. “I was wondering if I could join your group.” The others awkwardly introduced themselves, at the end of which she turned back to me, obviously expecting me to do the same. I should make clear at this point, despite my general social ineptitude, there are two types of people I have no problems talking to. The first are those even more socially awkward than me (so, everyone sitting around the fire) and the other is pretty girls.

I said, defeated. They smiled and we started walking. Charlie was in my right side while Andrie was in his right side. No one is talking and I felt like passing out anytime. This is freaking awkward, why did the universe allowed this to happen? I want to burst in tears because of the uneasiness. I almost forgot about my drink so to escape from the awkwardness, I sipped from my drink and tried to focus on it, letting the flavor seep through my senses. And then, Charlie spoke.

Well, not that I know of yet. Me: > I seem to never say the right things either. I laid back and rested my head on my pillows, the soft clouds causing me to close my eyes. It was entirely true. I never said the right things. I always ended up saying something stupid and people looked at me weird and never carried on the conversation. That's why people weren't really fond of me. I was awkward. Well, I still am awkward. And it astonishes me how Blake is still managing to stick with me. It hasn't even been 24 hours yet. So, I'll give him a little more time to realize what a drag I really am.

“Peanut butter chocolate chip. Baked with love and possibly spite.” He reached for one, took a bite, and groaned. “Okay, yeah. You’re allowed to stay.” “Thought so.” I pulled my hoodie tighter around me. “I mean, the vibe’s good up here. Cold, but good. Very main-character energy.” Colby leaned back beside me. “Don’t let it go to your head.” “Oh, too late. I’m already writing the memoir. Rain: The Saga of Sarcasm and Emotional Rescue.” “Subtitle: How I Bullied My Friends Into Self-Awareness.”

Few times Isaac tried to distract me which really helped. Inside was a world of socialising. The people I never knew talked to me like we were friends. My face definitely showed how awkward I was but still they kept on talking. Isaac made things more awkward by giving answers to the question asked to me. So even though I found a few people bearable, I was not able to talk to them. I was drained after only spending a few minutes. Isaac's hold on my waist was really not helping. Sometimes his hold on my waist would get so hard for unknown reasons that a whimper would erupt through my lips.