Cheerleader Captain Novels & Stories

"I won't calm them because this is so wrong. I deserve some respect, and an apology." Candice snorted. "You called me a coward, and you expect an apology from me? How cute," she closed the distance between her and Amber. "Need I remind you that I am the Captain of the cheerleaders, and I will not have you come here and call our age long tradition stupid."

Theo gets involved too, the only reason being the fact that it’s Aiden. “I’m talking about proper protocol. When a captain is named, the coach usually draws up a bunch of paperwork. I’m sure Willow signed papers after you guys voted for her as your captain.” “That’s right,” Ginny answers. “What’s your point?” “Take it up with your cheer coach. If she agrees to have my girlfriend dissolved from her position, then she’ll gladly step down. Until then, she’s your captain.”

"Last night was... a mistake," Alexander said. He walked over to the bed, picking up his watch. His hands were shaking slightly. "It was the adrenaline. The stress. I had too much to drink." "You were sober, Alex," Oliver corrected him gently. "We both were." "Don't call me that," Alexander snapped. He finally looked Oliver in the eye. "I am the captain of the New York Glaciers. I have a reputation. I have sponsors. I can't... I can't do this."

For Manchester United City Women, it was a battle to be seen, to prove they belonged. Maya stood in the tunnel, dressed in the deep red of her team’s kit and the captain’s armband gripping her left arm. She breathed in the scent of fresh grass and damp soil. Her fingers which had become strong from years of controlling the ball twitched slightly. At twenty-three, she was the team’s midfield leader. Calm, smart, always a step ahead. She wasn’t flashy, but she was unstoppable. Tonight, she needed to be more than that. “Ready, Captain?” asked Chloe Miller, her best friend and the team’s fearless goalkeeper. Her usual smile was replaced by a serious look, eyes locked ahead.

“Please get out of my way. I learned Taekwondo, and I don’t mind getting violent on my first day.” One of her minions chuckled. The leader’s eyes narrowed. “Do you know who you’re talking to?” she snapped. I tilted my head, studying her more closely. Yeah. Definitely the girl from the restroom. The one Brad had pressed against the sink. “Hello, Stacey Carter,” I replied sweetly, reading the vibe. “Head cheerleader and girlfriend of Brad Walker, right? I’ll think twice before ‘seducing’ him.” Stacey’s face flickered with surprise that I knew her name, but she recovered quickly, stepping closer. “Exactly. So back off. He’s mine.”

Captain my foot, I thought, sneering silently. "Well, your performance is currently slipping," the coach countered bluntly. "I don't see anything wrong with teaming up with Silverman to improve." He paused, looking between the two of us before making a final announcement. "Jace, you are now the assistant captain. I want the two of you to work together. Hand in hand, you'll make this the best team in the state." Frustrated, Nico ran a hand through his hair and exhaled a long, shaky breath. Forcing a tight, completely fake smile that didn't reach his furious eyes, he stepped up and gripped my shoulder tightly.

“Not Suarez. Me.” “I couldn’t. Marco begged me not to say anything, and I wasn’t going to break that just to save my own eligibility.” “I know.” Harrelson’s face, usually unreadable, softened into something almost like pride, buried deep under decades of gruffness. “That’s exactly why I didn’t push harder when you stonewalled the board. A kid willing to torch his own reputation to protect a teammate is exactly the kind of captain I want leading this team into a championship. I just wish you’d trusted me enough to let me help you do it smarter.”

I slammed my hand on the table, got up, looked him dead in the eyes, then asked him icily, stressing out each word, “What is your problem?” He didn’t get the chance to answer me because a shriek came out from behind him, “Oh Johnny, here you are!” I looked at the blonde girl rubbing her hand seductively on his arm. She was wearing an outfit that screamed slut; a pencil skirt and a strapless top two sizes too small with lots and lots of make-up. Just so happens that she’s the captain of the cheerleaders. Yeah, I was studying in land stereotypes… please note the joy. “What do you want?” Came his calm drawl as he looked at her quizzically.

The longer it drags, no one knows where it will lead. But now that the name of Freya Tolentino is mentioned, what is her situation right now really? As far as she knows, Freya was fairing just great this year. From when they last talked at that coffee shop, no more interaction came after that, but Hestia hears some news about the senior cheerleader: things like how she was doing a great job as the Captain of the Cheerleading team for at least two consecutive years now and how the new recruits love her. There are also some news that the Captain of the Cheerleading team is actually seen being all lovey dovey on her own, the other students are actually speculating if Freya was dating someone or

As soon as I turned, my eyes landed on a pink doll. "Oh… Look what we have here," Angela sneered. As usual, the twins were by her side with Rachel, who waved sheepishly. I ignored her. ”I saw your names on the list of girls who want to join the cheerleaders club, and guess what?” She smirked. "I am the captain." She laughed and waved her hair. “Oh great, I'm impressed," I said with a bored look and folded my hands. "Anyways, we've got practice now," she stated.