Cheerleader Captain Novels & Stories

"Do you still remember me?" "Of course! I'm the cheer captain here. You were very famous on social media even a few weeks after the game because of the two backflips you did. I don't know why you moved but would you like to be part of our team? Yeah, although it might sound funny that you joined the opposing team." That's not the problem. The problem was that if I joined cheers again, then I would definitely run into Drake and I couldn't imagine it. "We saw how you did that backflip that time and it was amazing! Right guys?"

Eva chuckled. “Yup don’t want to make that mistake.” Siobhan rolled her eyes at her and gave me an ‘I told you look.’ “She is just being nice,” I whispered to her. Siobhan didn’t look convinced. “My bad,” Coach continued. “Head captain and Assistant captain. Thank you for leading the team with any luck your efforts will be rewarded when we practice for the cheerleading competition coming up next summer.” Gasps of pleasant surprise went through the cheerleaders as we excitedly looked at one another with joy. We have never participated in a cheerleading competition before, to be in one now will be nice.

"Do you have any idea how bad it looks for the captain of the squad not to show up?" "Previous captain." Jenna Jackson had assumed my role upon graduation. "And it's cheerleading, not the Nobel Peace Prize. There are tons of other seniors there to help." I held her gaze and refused to back down, while secretly praying her breathing didn't become any more erratic. The more her chest heaved, the greater the trouble I was in. "I'm going next week. Chill out." I dared to round the corner of the island, thinking I'd be able to shuffle by her and escape to my room. I couldn't be that lucky.

Man, he was good-looking, with those piercing blue eyes and jet-black hair. He’d be even better if he wasn’t so busy bossing everyone around. He strolled over, and the whole cheer squad went quiet. "Who's the cheer captain?" he asked. I hesitated, then stepped forward. "That'd be me," I said. "Good. Now, get your team in line, cheer captain. Just 'cause you're the university’s cheerleaders doesn’t mean you can trash the place. You all got detention coming. Got it?" he ordered.

As captain, I have never been so harsh with punishment, but all that was about to end now. I turn to the other girls who were just as flabbergasted as Athea. “Anyone have something to say?” the girls all shrink, too scared to speak or shake their heads. “We go over the choreography again. I want perfection. Your steps, hair, and breathing should be coordinated. And if I am not satisfied, you will all go over it again. If it’s too much for you, feel free to leave.” My tone is colder than the Serbian winter and so no one dared to grumbled. My decision as cheer captain was final; even if it takes up to the cheer coach, it will not be revoked. I had that much authority.

I turn around to see Gina look at me concerned, but I give her a look that I'm okay. "Why the hell are you calling me?" Heaven asks from the other side of the phone, her voice coming off as a whisper. "First off, you know there's a big home game today right? And guess what? Our cheer captain isn't here, so get your butt over here." I say, alittle annoyed. "Oh, so now you care that I'm the captain? You didn't seem to care when you were letting Coach think that you were the captain and that I was invisible."

Amanda said, as she almost became inaudible because the blower had dominated her voice along with the chitchats and gossips of the girls around us. "In my experience, being a cheerleading captain takes much responsibility, or at least that's how I was back then. I helped the coach choreograph the routines, helped each cheerleader to learn more about the techniques, and basically a less stressful version of the coach. That's it," I explained, putting the mascara back in my purse and grabbed my lipstick. "That seems not fun. Why would anyone want to stress themselves out just to be the coach's right hand?" She chuckled and I shushed her after that.

“You look hot. Ward would lose his mind if he saw you like this, but he doesn’t get to see. Tonight is for you.” We talked as she finished getting me ready. She told me funny stories about her day a player who tried to flirt with her by offering protein shakes, another who spilled his entire lunch on his jersey. I found myself laughing more than I had in days. Her playful teasing helped ease the heavy feeling in my chest. “You know,” she said while applying lip gloss to my lips, “you’re allowed to have fun. You’re allowed to smile without feeling guilty. Ward made his choices. You don’t have to carry that forever.”

He was all muscle and no finesse, a guy who played on brute force alone and ran the team like a squad of shock troopers. On top of that, he came from money, always had his nose in the air, and was impossible to talk to. Take this afternoon. Tiffany, the cheer captain, "accidentally" knocked over a whole basket of jerseys I'd just washed. "Oops, sorry, didn't see someone crouching down there." Tiffany covered her mouth and gave a dainty little laugh. I gritted my teeth and crouched down to pick them up. Nathan happened to walk by, stick in hand.