Socially Awkward Book Novels & Stories

I hear, timid and frightened. I walk into the guest room, with a forced smile, and I see her sitting on the bed, her legs underneathe her, and a book in her hands - my copy of Ugly Love. "How are you settling in?" I ask, standing awkwardly by the wall. "Good, thank you." She nods, and my heart breaks, we were laughter, late nights, junk food, marvel movies, and books, now, we are awkward conversations, and betrayals. "Okay." I say, turning to walk out.

Eva made to sit and ended up sprawling into Sana’s lap, eliciting yet another round of laughter. “what’s with you?” Sana asked. “you’re either too sober or too drunk. Which?” “March Madness just sold out.” I said. The words felt wrong. Repulsive. “I’m too drunk to understand what you just said.” Charlie said. “What the fuck is March Madness?” “sounds like a disease.” Eva shrugged. “it’s a book. My book. The only book I’ve ever published. March Madness. My editor just called to say it’s become an overnight raging success and I’m even a bestseller now.”

Cocky bastard. To escape the spiraling awkwardness, I reached into my lap and grabbed the only thing I brought with me, The Flare Witches. I flipped it open to a random page, acting like I was deeply invested in the text. Eyes flicking across the words without reading a single damn one. Christian didn’t need to call me out, I was calling myself out. “You always read like that?” he asked suddenly, voice smooth and teasing. I stiffened. “Like what?” “Like you’re hiding behind the book instead of actually reading it.”

it had coffee brown pages and if I knew anything that book was going to get me wrecked and I wasn’t ready for another heartache I bought the book anyway along with a small notebook, and left the store with a paper bag in one hand and a strange weightlessness in the other. why do I always know what's bad for me but still end up going for it. was this another form of self harm? or rather another form of sociopathy? I had so many questions but so little answers I ended up at a nearby café with outdoor seating. It was nearly empty, save for a couple whispering across a candlelit table and a man reading alone near the back.

A wide grin laid on his lips. “Baby? That’s grown man.” Darla piped up and Dario snorted. “He’s still a baby.” He cooed, reaching for one of the fries Darla was frying and chewed it, taking a seat beside me. “Anyways, you don’t need to overthink it. Mathew is awkward like that. He has always been awkward around new people and finds it hard to make friends. It’s on him.” He tells me and I chuckled. “Was that you and Jake earlier?” He suddenly asked. I looked down, nodding, embarrassed by it. Not really though.

More precisely, he was looking at the book she was holding in her hand. Aurora Gabriel suddenly felt awkward, she accidentally picked up the wrong book that the other person was reading. “Girl, would you mind if I borrowed this book again?” The other man looked at Aurora Gabriel politely, but he couldn't hide his mischievousness. He is really good looking. "Here you are. After finishing, can I borrow it?" Aurora Gabriel didn't mean to make it difficult, just a little regretful, but after all, it's just a book, she doesn't want to get into unnecessary trouble.

And that was a year ago from today. I have always been alone. I got a job at publishing, but I didn’t get to make friends because of the pandemic. Also, I’m not good at making friends, so there’s that. I’m awkward and self-contained. The closest thing to a friend I have right now is Nelson, from next door, who’s an even bigger bibliophile than I am.

It was kinda funny how she was this awkward at parties and clubs. It was out of her character, taking in she usually was social and involved in events, but when it comes to this sort of events she wasn't that comfortable. Slowly, the smooth talk just kept flowing, eliciting the tight lace installed around my chest. My mood getting better and better the more I was drifting away from the tension, the insecurity and bad energy soaking each inch of that flat.

"It's Friday night, goddammit..." His poor track record with the opposite sex could be blamed on the boy's nearly total lack of social acumen. He was very shy, and quite awkward around almost everyone. In a typical, spiral-like fashion, he tended to avoid social situations if he could help it; which, in turn, made him even worse at handling them; which then resulted in him avoiding those situations even more; and so on.

“Let me make it up to you soda water” “How? How do you want to make it up to me?” I asked as I lifted my head and glared at him “Um I’ll get you a new book on the charter” I gave him a fake smile as I looked away in disappointment, I mean I might be a nerd but it doesn’t mean my whole world revolves around books and then him on the other side, who the hell makes up for what he does with a book on the United States and their charter whatever, like whoooo? And he is obviously trying to impress me, who the heck impresses a girl with a book, not just any book but a book on the United States charter. Nice gentleman Derick, you are such a nice gentleman.