Typical Nerd Look Novels & Stories

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.

I don’t have any high expectations about this place but I might be wrong. “Hey there, neighbor!” I heard a voice calling for my attention. I looked to my side to see a slim guy wearing glasses approaching my way. Great, so much for a cliché but my neighbor is the nerd guy who loves to wear loose t-shirts and doesn’t have a good sense of hairstyle. “Hey,” I replied faking a smile.

This time, his voice was gentle. Danica glanced at the pictures. The corners of her lips curling into a smile, "a cute guy but the glasses make him look like a nerd," she shrugged. "Well, I like nerds because they are intelligent. They aren't shallow like most guys who look so good on the outside with great social skills but lack intellectual abilities, most certainly having mashed potatoes as brains."

' He had probably been watching the entire scene play out. We've been friends since 9th grade as freshmen and Matty, like I was fond of calling him, was a nerd as well. But unlike me, he was a hot-looking nerd. He was tall, almost as tall as Justin. Even though he didn't play any sport, he was well-built with nice muscles. He had jet-black hair that fell to his face and hazel eyes that were intense and striking. His only giveaway as a nerd was the glasses he wore, which hid those otherwise, gorgeous-looking eyes.

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.

"So, since you are a nerd, what is your IQ?" "I have an IQ of 210 last time I checked." He nodded at me, feeling proud of himself. "Nice, so how did it feel staring at a naked girl today, hun?" "I have seen the skeletal structure of what a human looks like and I have studied the biological structures drawn on textbooks, so aside from peeping at my friend's phone while he was watching porn, yours is the first version I got in 3D." "I'm going to hope you have a concussion as soon as possible so you can forget what I look like underneath my clothing," I muttered and we both chuckled.

Her oversized glasses kept slipping down the bridge of her nose, and she pushed them back up absentmindedly, her messy ponytail bobbing with each frustrated sigh. She was the classic nerd, through and through. Baggy hoodies, faded jeans, and zero social life outside of online forums and Discord servers where she geeked out over coding challenges or obscure sci-fi theories. Parties? Nope. Dates? Double nope. She'd never even been kissed, let alone anything more. At twenty-one, Lara was still a virgin, and most nights, that fact gnawed at her like an unsolved error in her code, but tonight, like so many others, her focus wavered.

NIRVANA Knight Blackwell was only in a formal white shirt, sleeves rolled over his elbows, showing off those huge muscles and veins. He matched it with dark pants but clearly knew he could pull it off effortlessly. He was massive and taller up-closed, and he looked unbelievably attractive, not to mention his neat quiff cinnamon brown hair, full lips, straight nose, and the dark stubble covering his hard jawline made him look like he was ready to seal the billion-dollar deal for tonight.

“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.