Novel & Cerita Typical Nerd Look

I said clutching my stomach and arching my back. Both Adrien and Brittney looked at me. Adrien annoyed that I have destroyed the mood and Brittney irritated that Adrien stopped. "Why is the nerd here?" Scoffed Britney with a look of disgust. "Did you came to watch you pervert?" "No, just imagining you to kissing makes me disgusted, and now that I actually saw the scenario, I just want it out of my head. I'm forever traumatized," I said. I stood up straight and rubbed my temple with my eyes closed. Sometimes you just need to take a break from people's imagination.

El said, placing her hands on her hips, “but only if you come shopping with me and finally get rid of the nerd look.” “I’ll agree if you let this go permanently.” The look she gave me said she absolutely planned to use this against me later. “Fine,” she said proudly. “Let’s go.” I shot Caldwell another irritated glare. For a brief second, I thought I saw amusement flicker in his eyes. But when I looked again, his face was unreadable. “What’s wrong with my current look?” I asked. El looked me up and down. “There’s nothing wrong with being a nerd,” she said carefully. “But sometimes you need to switch things up depending on the

***** Nate looked at himself in the mirror, he felt nervous, not because of where he was going but what he was wearing, he was beginning to feel comfortable wearing casual clothes. He was putting on a black jean pants and blue round neck, his hair was a little too smooth for his liking. He ran his hands through it ruffling it up a bit. He liked how he looked, he looked younger and more his age, than the old adult he always looked like whenever he was on suit. He also felt very comfortable in the clothes, straightening out the top, he went ahead and picked up his phone.

A cute white tank top which I decided to tie a knot on the front, leaving my belly button out, there are words written across it saying "I'm The Nerd, You're The Dummy." I smile. Love this line. The cute little blue denim short has lace on the sides, showing a bit of skin, so I decided to go commando,no panties. My hair is up in a tight ponytail which falls to my back. I decided to put a bit of eyeliner at the corners of my eyes which has my fame brown eyes pop out more. A little blush on my cheeks and I'm ready to go. I walk out of my bedroom and peek through the window and see Aamon's car parked outside. My heartbeat accelerates, it's been days since he and I saw eye to eye because I've be

Narius and I get plenty of looks as we walk the street together. Women double take and sneak peeks at us as we stride in sync. Our brotherhood is obvious, we share a similar build, sunkissed skin, and similar facial features. Though my eyes are a light green, where his are hazel. My hair is also a shade darker. Narius is always clean shaven, and well groomed down to the beds of his nails. Metrosexual as he is, he always goes impeccably dressed, soaking in all of the attention he can gather. I prefer a short jawline beard or stubble, and casual dress. I like to melt into the crowd.

“But why do I get the sense that you’re stalking me?” “Stalking you?” He chuckled and crossed his arms. He looked nice outside the formal events I normally saw him at. He was dressed in black fitted jeans and a black T-shirt, paired with a short-sleeved white button up left open. His Nike shoes were very…interesting. It hurt my eyes. A dark-gray backpack hung on his shoulder, hair casually parted to the side, and he was even wearing round glasses. Very nerdy. It was kind of cute. Extremely cute, actually.

D-mn this cry baby, he really wants to get ourselves into trouble, huh? I turned my gaze to where the nerdy girl was and I saw how she burned holes in my head with her two fury eyes. She is way too fierce for a nerd. In some cliche movies or plays, geeks are suppose to be easily frightened, mainly trembling, shrinking violet, and demure but seeing her now, I guess nerds can be a badass too. My plan of yelling at Kalez just flew out of my mind because of her. Goddamn it! All of my tiptoing and all was put waste because of Kalex. What am I gonna do now?!

he said. I smiled softly, looked at him, and said, “Yes, because I am not a really talented person but I want to make a lot of money, I have spent a lot of time studying. But I don't think one day I'll be called a nerd, because I find myself very different from what a nerd is described as. I don't wear glasses, my hair is not frizzy, they're always neatly styled, I make friends with a lot of friends, both boys and girls. And I even have a boyfriend, a famous bad boy from school.”

Bryan, I assumed, responded, and she thanked him. A skinny, pale guy strode out of a back room and headed for us. He was the definition of a ‘Gross Nerd.’ A large, crooked nose held up his round bifocals. His hair was short with white flakes that showered his shoulders as he itched above his ears. I had to hold back the gag that was trying to force itself free.