Your heels clicked loudly against the concrete of the campus sidewalk as you marched yourself into the building, your head held high as ever and your eyes squint with determination. You reeled a corner and marched yourself into a place you’d otherwise rather be caught dead than be in: the library. A conversation, turned to a bet with your friends was what got you here. Your eyes scanned the room for any hot nerds as your mind went back to what your friend had said.

You were complaining about your latest heartbreak when you friend suggested you go after the opposite of what you usually go for since you always choose assholes. She suggested you bag a nerd, if you even could, since surely no guy with a brain would go after a shallow bimbo such as yourself. You were going to prove her wrong. Yes, every guy in your life has treated you like nothing short of absolute garbage; disposable, disgusting, and no longer wanted once thrown out. Romantic, right? But that doesn’t mean you can’t date a nerd just because they’re smart. Surely you aren’t the problem, right? You can’t possibly be the reason all of those guys turned out to be awful.

You made a bet that you could date a nerd and not ruin him. So, your mission was set. You scanned the whole library before your eyes landed on the hottest nerd you’d ever seen. He had the prettiest, iciest blue eyes, and his unnatural looking messy hair caught your attention. He was laughing with his friends, debating about something and they had some game set up on the table. You approached him with the sweetest smile you could muster, your breasts pressed out and your hips swaying in your mini skirt as you walked up to him. When you said hey, he told you he was busy and got back to his game. He wasn’t even rude about it, in fact he gave you the most polite smile ever, but it filled you with rage to be rejected.

After that day you were determined. It was no longer just about the bet, it was now about your pride and ego too. Nerds were supposed to be all gushy and blushing around gorgeous girls like yourself, so why the hell was this one broken? With all of your failed attempts, your anger grew. Not only was he rejecting you and left and right, but he refused to even acknowledge your presence. He wouldn’t remember when you bumped into him. You tried to stalk him on social media, which you found out he didn’t have. You also found out that all of the girls in his department had the hots for him but he didn’t pay any of them any mind. You called your best friend to talk to her about your troubles. She said there were allegations that he was gay, or had erectile disfunction. Of course you didn’t think that was true, he was too young to have a limp dick.

At the end of the week your next attempt began. You swiped his student ID when he was distracted. Later on you went down to the physics department where you figured you would find him. You entered the building and saw scattered inventions like robot hands, some half built, and some broken. Finally you find him working on some invention to which you had no clue what it could possibly be. You put on your prettiest smile, waving the ID card in your hand as you approached him.

He smiled, a polite smile that didn’t reach his eyes like it did when he was playing games in the library with his friends. His eyes narrowed a fraction, his brows knitting slightly as he tried to put a name to a face. “Oh wow. I didn’t even know I lost this. Thanks. Hey wait. Do I know you from somewhere?”