Typical Nerd Look Novels & Stories

I say, cocking an eyebrow, looking away, and then smile at him. "Oh!" He laughs and nods his head. "You see right through me, huh? What is it about me that is so transparent? Or am I so predictable to a charming girl I just met a few hours ago?" He smiles pointing towards me and places his hand on his hip. I smile back and stand on my feet, walking about in a circle and turn to face him again. "I see the way girls look at you. This whole, nerd look you got going on? I don't buy it. Yeah....you may be smart. . . But I can tell you're a player, just like any other guy out there." I point my finger towards him moving it in a circular motion in front of him.

"I dunno..." His voice was tinier now, his lips fuller, but that wasn't what caught Paris' attention. No. The male now had his hair in two pigtails, his white eyeliner outlining the area around his eyes with his light brown skin, and light red lipgloss on his lips. He also had on a black choker with a black and white varsity jacket, white crop top that had his nipples peeking out and baggy jean trousers with black and white converses.

“Don’t you think it is too early in the school year to start harassing women?” I looked towards the source of the sound and I saw an attractive young man standing there. There was something familiar about his features but I couldn’t quite place my finger on it. He was standing tall with a lean body and he had round glasses resting on his nose. He looked the typical part of a nerd and I feared they would turn their attention on him but instead they grumbled under their breaths and stepped away from me.

Way to throw me under the bus in an instant. The boy looked up, giving me a clear view of his face. Flawless skin, way to flawless for his own good with pale skin. His hairs were jet black and a pair of round glasses sat over his nose. If I didn't know better, I would say Harry Potter had come to life. All in all, he was an absolute nerd. He stared at Alex's outstretched hand in terror before turning his gaze to me and locked there. 'Her... her eyes... they a-are-'

Cassandra rolled her eyes. It looked like Neil had been standing there for more than a minute, his broad face startled as we looked over at him. Being caught, Neil didn't pretend anymore and entered the room. Neil was a large man. Not tall, but wide. Blonde. He sort of had that look of a guy who was handsome in high school, maybe even in college, but then had a nuclear meltdown ever since. Blonde mop on his head, stubbled. Broad shoulders, but extremely out of shape.

Maybe some Nine Inch Nails or Halestorm. His door opens and I'm face to face with the least put together Finn I've ever seen. Considering his normal attire is jeans and a long sleeve shirt, it's concerning. Today he's dressed in a pair of long San Francisco 49ers pajama pants and a white short sleeve t-shirt. I'm not sure if this is his idea of lounging around or he really hasn't gotten dressed today. His eyes are no longer bright green, but dull and lifeless. The dark circles under his eyes from yesterday have grown larger.

Nero called out to me, frowning as he looked back at me. "Huh!" I subconsciously mumbled, snapping out of my feelings. "When you are done peering, can you tell me why you are here?" "W-ho sa..y I was star..ing? I wasn't looking at you! There's nothing attr-active on your body... to look at!" After Neron took a sleeveless t-shirt out of his closet and wore it, he focus on me and sarcastically mumbled, "Right," "Seriously, I wasn't!" I whispered as I rubbed my neck, darting my eyes around the room.

He was rather interesting and his gruff voice did not match him, he looked more of a really, really tall lean boy than a man. Adorning black Doc Martens, dark ripped jeans, a light blue hoodie with a black leather jacket to top it off. My eyes drifted to his hands to his nails, painted a dark blue, his fingers tatted and all ring clad. He gave off a cool aura and he ate. I loved his style, it looked edgy but chill. But then my eyes moved upwards and zoomed in on his face. I gasped, it felt like hours have passed as I stared at him, my fingers instantly moved to touch his face skimming over every feature with the utmost attention and he let me.

I almost took a selfie myself when an English couple barged in front of me to photograph an antique. “Can you move a little? You’re blocking the light,” the man frowned. “Naive teenagers,” hissed his wife. The inner rude girl in me twitched. I wanted to comment on her oversized yellow sundress, but I settled on a safer option. “I don’t know much about fashion, but yellow isn’t really your color,” I muttered. Her glare was almost a physical force. I quickly stepped back, juggling my luggage. “Happy holidays,” I said nervously. Nerds who start fights accidentally? Yep. That was me.

I spat out in fury, my chest rising and falling in sync. The look in his eyes showed he was surprised. Lifting his brow, he let out a laugh, this time, louder. “Fair enough.” “You’ve got that look again.” He said after a while. “What look?” I wanted to stop talking with him but I just couldn't. “The look of a girl who just realized the guy she was curious about is a bit of an asshole.” I bit back the urge to cry, instead, I nodded, “You’re right.” Leaning close so that his hot breath was fanning my face, he said, “If you level up a bit and quit being a nerd, maybe there can be us.”