Cheerleader Distraction Free Throw Novels & Stories

She’s on the edge of her seat, worried about the match. The mascot appears on the court followed by the cheerleaders who position themselves to prepare a dance number. Halsey can see Daisy and Lydia in the center, basking in the glory. “One!” Daisy counts. “Two! Three!” The music booms through the speakers and the cheerleaders begin to dance. Everyone cheers for them. Lydia somersaults through the court and performs the perfect split to conclude the routine, enjoying the attention. Halsey’s mind isn’t into it and she’s only nervous about the match.

"I'm identifying a distraction." "A distraction." She tilted her head. "Noah. You've played in front of NBA scouts. You once finished a game with two broken fingers and didn't tell anyone until the post-game interview." She paused. "I'm five-foot-five with a camera and a press pass not a distraction." The statement sat between us. She took a breath and gave me a look that wasn't quite pity and wasn't quite frustration which was somehow worse than both. "Play your game," she said quietly. "Whatever's in your head, that's not my fault and you know it."

She glanced at the screen, swore under her breath, and waved a dismissive hand. “Mandatory cheer team group call — captain’s orders, can’t skip or I lose my spot at the next basketball game. Catch you later at warm‑ups, Hazel. Don’t let all that support go to waste!” She turned and hurried toward the exit, already pressing the phone to her ear, gone before I could even decide what to say. I stood there for a second, her words looping in my head like a skipped beat. Judges notice distractions. Entourage. Bodyguard.

But today, today my mind was already quite occupied. The coach did notice my slight distraction, and would've said a lot too, had he not been taking the phone call. The frustration piled up inside of me, and I decided to bring my angry game on. I grabbed onto the ball with complete fervour, dribbling it from one angle to the other, meticulously aiming for a three pointer. My three pointers alway landed, they were one of my strong points. I calculated my moves and swiftly jumped up, releasing the ball and it missed the basket by an inch, leaving me more frustrated than I had started with.

"Again!" Mr Dawson yelled at the group of girls cheering in the stadium. They groaned, rolling their eyes at their muscular coach, who probably should be coaching the football team instead of cheerleaders. "Mr Dawson, we can't keep doing this. We've been yelling for an hour straight!" Zoe groaned, and the girls grumbled their complaints as well. "The finals are in three days. We are way behind schedule," Mr Dawson barked in response. "Zoe, you have to work on that triple backflip, by the way. It's terribly sloppy! Celine, where's that God-given voice?"

I pivoted once, twice…then slipped the ball clean between his legs. The entire gym gasped but I was too focused on scoring. Christopher was standing, frozen on the spot. That was the opportunity I needed to score one in. The ball bounced behind him, and I darted around his side, caught it, and made a layup so smooth the net didn’t even twitch.

On the opposite end of the rink glass, Theo’s doing the same for Tessa. The rest of the cheerleading crew are gathered around the bleachers near the penalty box. All thoughts of practice have been suspended till further notice. Even the hockey guys aren’t on the rink. Everyone is eager to see how this face down is going to turn out. “You can beat her,” Aiden is saying. “All you have to do is hold on to the puck. Try not to let go of it. The entire time, you’re moving. The first chance you get to score, you take it. Also, don’t be afraid to fight dirty.”

I look down at his big tanned hands on mine, all the way to the side of his face and I blink furiously, trying to rid myself of the dirty thoughts that just ran through my mind. "Eyes on the ball." My chin is brought up higher with two of his fingers to focus my gaze on the hoop but my mind is somewhere else. Noah's hands go down to my elbow to straighten it up and forward. "Shoot when you're ready. Try rolling your wrists forward like you're trying to reach into a cookie jar on a high shelf."

Out of the corner of my eyes, I spotted Lucas sitting on the bench, eyeing me in curiosity. "You can do this," Maddy whispered behind me. "I can do this," I whispered and stood with a straight back. I made eye contact with the head cheerleader across me and smiled then jogged forward. An adrenaline rush coursed through me as I jogged then for my next trick, I started to cartwheel six times forward and landed on my feet, a foot away from the scowling cheerleader. I exhaled and winked then turned around. "R to the E to the D!" I hollered and clapped thrice, the others stomped their feet and clapped twice before doing the same cartwheels and meeting me.

Reeves promptly set aside their score sheets, struggling through the roaring crowd to grab the microphone. “Calm down students! Can we stop the cheering for five minutes please?” Mrs. Sinatra waited for a slight lull in the noise before finally speaking, her voice carrying with pride and authority. “Students of Westbrook High,” she began, the words ringing clear, causing the crowd to hush. Mr. Reeves continued for her, “Following Allison’s deliberate and unsportsmanlike attempt to sabotage her competitor’s performance, her scores and any claim to the head cheerleader position have been immediately and permanently disqualified.”