Typical Nerd Look Novels & Stories

Her hand in Ethan’s. Captioned: “The Nerd & The Hockey King… exposed.” And underneath Hundreds of comments are already pouring in.

She doesn’t even look up at me as I drag a chair over from the conference table, lean back in it, and slap my boots up on her desk. Today she’s wearing a Green Day t-shirt, a pair of ripped up jeans, and the same dingy chuck taylors that she had on yesterday. Her long blonde hair is down, tucked back behind her ears. Black framed glasses perched on her nose; her fingers fly across the computer keyboard. Her nails are painted purple, the polish chipping. I just watch her for a moment, studying her movements. The curve of her neck, the way she furrows her brow and gnaws on her lip in concentration. Definitely nerdy as hell, but also kind of… endearing?

Earis Throughout the drive Nuel didn't spare me a glance, his gaze was fixed on the screen near the windshield as the live rearview camera flickered on, revealing the empty driveway behind us. It made my heart thud even faster. I got a glimpse of his face through his panic. He had that unmistakable emo allure—black nails chipped at the edges, long dark hair veiling one eye, but not enough to hide just how dangerously handsome he was. His face contrasted with his seemingly quiet persona.

Courtney whispered, unsure of herself. “What do you mean? Nervous about what is happening? Don’t be, no one will hurt you. I promise.” A surge of protectiveness pulsed between them. Courtney smiled shyly. “No, I mean. You look like a jock, and you are probably popular with the ladies. I, however, am a huge nerd. I love books, chasing monsters, and wild theories. I love a good mystery. I’ve never been the overly girly type. I’m just—”

"To get into a car with me, especially if I'd treated them badly a while ago. I tend to treat people really badly." A frown graced my features. "Why do you treat people badly?" Jordan looked up at me, and something crossed in his eyes. Something indecipherable. But was it weird that it felt like he was trying to figure something out? In a slow second, one corner of his mouth lifted in a faint smirk. “You really don’t pay attention to rumors, huh? I've heard that's a thing with nerds. Heads and eyes on your books and nothing else." "I'm not a nerd," I pushed back, even though I knew I was. For fuck's sake, I used a pair of horn-rimmed glasses, and everyone in my class came to me when they had

"Why should I help you? What’s in it for me?" "Aside from the fact that it'll be the best sixty seconds of your pathetic life? Nothing." I reached out, my fingers trembling as I grabbed the rough fabric of his hoodie. "Just shut up and let me get this over with." "You look like you're about to vomit," he whispered, his voice dropping to a dangerous vibration. "Is the Ice Queen actually scared of a nerd?" "I’m disgusted, Elias. There’s a difference." "Then show me," he challenged. "Show me how much you hate it."

"How did you get to her in time, anyway? Aside from Em and the car, the street was empty" "Lady, I just saved your friend. Can you say thank you and let me go? I'm not the bad guy here. Look at me. Do I look like a criminal?" he took a step back so that they could see his attire. His attire consisted of a pair of slacks, a dress shirt, and a sweater, which made him look like a nerd. The only thing he was missing was a pair of glasses to complete his look. "I don't know. Criminals have all kinds of looks. Some are even people you would never think of. Especially stalkers and serial killers"

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.

"Force of habit, I guess." Now that she took a proper look at him, she noted his appearance. He was undeniably handsome, but in a nerdy kind of way. He had tousled brown hair that fell over his forehead, piercing gray eyes behind a pair of stylish black-rimmed glasses, and a sharp jawline softened by a hint of stubble. He was dressed in a crisp white shirt with the sleeves rolled up, revealing toned forearms, and dark, well-fitted jeans. The overall effect was charmingly intellectual.

I said seriously and they both looked at me. My female classmate stood up and gave me a bad look. "And who are you to tell us to stand up huh? You're just a stupid pretentious nerd! Dumb!" "Dumb? Wait, are you talking about yourself? As far as I remember, your grade is all line of 7." My words caused her to be silent.