The Nerd Characters Novels & Stories

The only thing that I will learn is how nerdy he is! “Yes. We are here to review, it’s the reason why you are here at the very first place.” Now I regret going with him If I actually don’t need this, I wouldn’t have go with him. I still can’t believe I’m with a nerd right now. Why does nerd always have to be nerdy looking? Why can’t it be someone handsome and cool? Then they wouldn’t be nerd would they? “I know but---” “W-what?” “Magnus…”

Kyle Black. He's your average, good-looking, football playing, jerk. And the big reason why my life at school is hell. Sure, somedays I just wish I could wipe that smug smirk off of his face, but then I remember that he's the future Alpha. Can't mess with them. People seem to like calling me 'Nerdy Skylar.' It doesn't even rhyme! Though I just kept reminding myself that this is my last day here for a while, so I'll finally be free of them later today.

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.

"Oh my gosh! What is going on in here?!" I wince. Even the voice is wrong–high-pitched and painfully exaggerated. The acting is so atrocious it belongs in a middle school drama class reject pile. On screen, the music suddenly cuts off. The group of shirtless guys stop dancing with the half-naked girls and swagger over to the fake version of me. "Sup, nerd.” The lead guy wears a sleazy grin as he crowds her space. "Don’t pretend you didn't come looking for this. We all know what a little good-girl bookworm like you actually wants behind closed doors."

This guy probably still lived with his mom and drank chocolate milk with his lunch. Tom knew about computers, but not much else. "Teddy's an old friend of mine who does good work," I said, clapping him on the shoulder just a little harder than absolutely necessary. "Don't worry about it. See ya' later, pal." Tom nodded and retreated back to his cubicle, wincing and rubbing his thin shoulder. He probably weighed about a hundred pounds soaking wet, and carried around an inhaler for his asthma. In my day they would have called him a nerd. I didn't know what the modern term was for it.

They were girl magnets and equivalent to the alpha wolf in a pack of jolfrs. Next were the Nerd-nins (Nerd Slayers) who prioritized the improvement of their brains over that of their bodies. They were the natural, if not inevitable, extension of the Undina Clan’s commitment to rationality, science and invention. However, Nerd-nins were favorite targets of bullying especially by the Jock-nins, who took it upon themselves to improve the socially inept Slayers by dunking their heads in the school toilets. It seemed everywhere kids were the same and bullying was an immutable social ill. “Bullying? That’s not true,” Aki interrupted. “There’s no bullying whatsoever on the Ethereal Nest. And if the

“Hehe, I knew this day would come. The day where you finally realize who you really are, a pathetic, cheap prosthetic!” ‌ “Uh, dude. The word you’re meaning to say is prostitute, I believe,” Ned was unable to hold back his tendency to correct the musclehead. “Geez, good job in killing the mood, bonehead.” ‌ “Shut up! That was just a typo, and everyone makes typo these days! Stop being so judgmental, four eyes!” yelled Niels right in front of Ned’s face. “Stop being so uptight with your butt!” ‌ Ned rolled his eyes. “First and foremost, just because I’m nerdy and geeky doesn’t mean I’m wearing glasses, pal. You have eyes and you can see me not wearing any, it’s not like you’re reading a novel

about five times in the last three minutes. I keep my head down, pretending to be engrossed in my book, even though I’ve been stuck on the same paragraph for almost ten minutes. They whisper when I walk in. The other girls. The ones who are always in tight leggings and crop tops, clinging to their hockey-playing boyfriends like leeches in heat. I don’t think they even know my name. Just “nerd.” I hear them say it sometimes. Not loudly. But just enough.

I explained. “So what did you find out?” Asher asked calmly. Unlike Dana who is hot headed, Asher is cool and calm. And he listens with rapt attention. “Those kids are not human especially the one who led them into the forest!!” I said. “You mean nerdy nerd? “Dana asked mockingly. “Who’s nerdy nerd?” I asked confused. “Nerdy nerd is the girl who I enjoy bullying at school. She’s a nerd and always keeps to herself!!”She said nonchalantly.

Hunter is a 17 year old boy that's a genius. He's smart, handsome, charming, sweet; everything to be the perfect boyfriend; the only down part of him is that he's too sassy and asocial. He always has those sassy comebacks and sometimes doesn't know when to keep his mouth shut. Bullies and jocks think just because he's a nerd that means they could walk all over him. But they're gonna get another thing coming; Hunter basically doesn't take other people's bullshit and he's not gonna start now.