The Qb’s Nerdy Addiction Novels & Stories

, My inner voice roared. It's right Somehow. What to expect from A Nerd Like me? I was turning back out of the room when I heard some noises coming in the room. I opened my ears a bit more to hear the sounds properly.

My name is Emma and I'm what they call a nerd. Not only that I have multiple nicknames like fathead, uglyface, the list is endless. Summer is finally over meaning it's back to school well for me more like I'm going to hell, you see I've always been bullied. It started of being an emotional thing but then they started bullying me physically, shoved me against the lockers, some girls actually slap me but I don't do anything I just walk away.

Authors pov "you have became Obsessed, xavion... And this is not good... Not for you, neither for her..." Aron warned but it didn't affect xavion a bit. "I don't care... This time I'll win..." He said arrogantly. "Is this only for that..." Aron looked at him in disbelief. "Are you even listening to yourself... You are doing it just to satisfy your ego... To show HIM down...Not for her..." "That's not it, Aron..."

She even eats weird combined meals, like pickles and peanut butter and chips with chocolate, ketchup and pepper sauce. Having a pregnant girlfriend, well fiancé is a b*tch. It is moments like these that I regret having a penaynay. From this moment on, I swear I am never doing the dirty again. Next five seconds What am I saying, I need that shit. That is like the beat to my heart. Damn, I need counselling. I am definitely addicted to that thing. S*x I mean. But I cannot help it though. A man has to do, what a man has to feel.

He never missed any of the banquets mostly on behalf of her father, she wanted to see him and mostly talk to him. Looking in the far distance " what time are we leaving? " she asked silently and he placed his other hand under her chin bringing back her lovely face in to his view. There fingers were still intertwined together, she gave him a beautiful smile. Slowly and slowly she was becoming a drug The more closer he got to her the more addicted he was starting to get mostly to the daughter of his number one enemy.

“Nothing. I’m just… Taking a real from it. You know that Mom is strict with me.” He extended. Good, that’s a good reason. They will not realize that he is hiding something. “Oh yeah! So you didn’t get laid for the past week?” He nodded. “Der, that’s sad.” Oh he can tell. It’s not just saddening because his lack of release is making him think of that nerd for no reason! What does he notice in that nerd!

Camp Unplugged is certainly living up to its name, over and beyond its mission of being an Internet addiction rehabilitation center. Nate twists his hand to glance at the battery meter of the 3310. In the few seconds that the glow of the screen touches his face, it reveals his big, hazel eyes with the long eyelashes. Around them, his complexion is dark olive with warm undertones. His eyes are restless and popping as they register the last two bars of the meter. {Don’t die on me, buddy,} Nate thinks to himself. Even though the 3310 is as indestructible as Mjölnir, this particular gadget didn’t come in a box with a charger that he could’ve used behind Miss Perfect’s back.

"If I could be there, I would. You know I miss you a lot." He tightly squeezes the soda can, causing the aluminum to crumple slightly. "Yeah, I miss you too, and I understand. I guess." He lets out a heavy sigh, his hair falling into his face as he slumps. "Hey, I've been meaning to ask you..." He glances to his right, checking for any eavesdroppers where his door used to be. "Yeah?" He guzzles down his soda and wipes his mouth on his arm. "I know Mom had a masturbation addiction or something. That means we could be prone to addiction too, right? So, what's considered excessive?"

Daniel My three brothers are addicted to sports—football, baseball, any sport really. I’m a little different because I’m addicted to my books. Don’t think I’m innocent because of that, I make my straight A’s but I’m what they call a silent killer. I’m the quietest, but my silence is deadly like a snake’s venom. I walk out of my new Bugatti Veyron, leaving my twin brothers behind who prefer to spend their time on baseball than in class.

He was a top student favored by the teachers, but his poverty and those ragged clothes made him a joke fodder. In contrast, she was the princess and center of attention. She liked him, but she feared mockery for crushing on a broke nerd. That hidden affection twisted into intensified bullying and disdain. She naively thought no matter how wild she got and how she stomped on his feelings, he'd be there waiting. She laughed until she cried, realizing she indeed wasn't worth my liking. At the same time, I'd leave my toxic family and old wounds behind. Lumina's operations boomed under my lead. My designs were fresh and alive, quickly winning the elite markets.