Cheerleader Distraction Free Throw Novels & Stories

having cheer routines? Which is why we have a very special set of cheer leaders today.” She followed my gaze and her jaw nearly touched the floor. She looked from me to there, and from there to me. “B, are you seeing what I’m seeing?” She asked, in a mix of words and laughter. I also couldn’t help betraying a chuckle as I took in the sight, again. Kevin was doing some weird whine which looked more like a belly Dance, with Bryce doing some hip shake-ish thing, and Hawk was doing some really…interesting twists with AdHollandn. And Cole and Jack were doing…god, I didn’t even know what that was. And all of them had their pompoms and cheer outfits on. “Wow!” Juliette said, still laughing. “I

My gaze kept drifting, like a compass needle finding north, to Danica. She was out in the center of the rink, executing the "joker" play—a high-risk maneuver that required absolute, singular focus. She was doing it flawlessly, her body moving with a precision that bordered on mechanical. Yet, there was a hollowness to it. She looked distant, distracted. I knew she had seen Hannah. I knew she had heard the cheerleading, and I knew—with a sinking dread in my stomach—that she had seen me acknowledging her.

He glared at him. “Oh look, isn’t that the one who thought someone likes you nerd? She’s next!” He searched for her in the middle of the circle. He’s right, it’s Fertine. She’s waving her hands in rejection and mouthing no but the cheerleaders and players are already leading her in the middle. Leila took off her glasses and put the blindfold in her. His eyes shifted to Freeda, cheering for Fertine. She doesn’t even know they’re gonna poke fun at her.

Everyone was breathless afterward and they took a break, watching the football guys doing their conditioning drills to increase their strength and speed. After their short break, Diana explained their surprise step or technique that they were going to perform soon. “This will be shown during the championships and during this upcoming summer camp. We will show them an exchange of flyers in basket toss.” Everyone’s jaw dropped except for Elise’s, even though she did not know about this. Meanwhile, the stand-in coach was expressionless, unaware of it because she was not really a cheerleader and had no idea what basket toss is in the first place. She was just picked up by the principal to man th

These moves involved lifting each other up in the air, throwing them, and catching them safely. Ariel was so focused on the cheerleading practice that she didn’t see the look on Dana’s face. Dana was one of the older girls on the team, and she had never really liked Ariel. When the coach looked away, Dana’s eyes narrowed. Ariel also didn’t realize that the hands of the people who were supposed to catch her when she was thrown in the air weren’t holding her as strongly as they usually did.

Linda POV “Now!” They lifted my body and threw me into the air. My body floated and in those few seconds I did two backflips. After that the backspots caught me and then tossed me again one last time before all of us, Maple Vagabond cheerleaders, did our final closing moves by holding hands and bending 90 degrees.

" she scowls as I laugh. - What do you do with footballers anyway? - In all the years I've put up with them, not one of them has even looked at me once! - Miss Parker!" calls out the gym teacher as I enter the school. - Yes, Miss Parker? - I know you booked the gym this afternoon, but the cheerleaders need to rehearse for next Saturday's game. - But I need it! My competition's in a month! - I'm sorry, you can always use the athletic field. - Okay," I sigh. - What are you going to do?" asks Celia. The coach will go nuts if you distract the players.

I could convince Asher somehow. “Okay.” He held up a second finger. “You agree to a private photoshoot at my house. My outfits. My rules. No questions asked.” My throat went dry. “Just a photoshoot? No touching.” “No touching,” Coach agreed. “No… strangers?” “No strangers,” Coach said. “And the outfits?” “Tasteful,” Coach said. He shook his head. “Come now, Cynthia. You won’t find another deal this good. What’s a few pictures compared to the benefits the rest of your life will gain by being a cheerleader?”

~DIMITRI~ I’ve spent years perfecting distance. It was a survival skill at first, space between me and everyone else so I wouldn’t feel what I wasn’t ready to carry. Then it became a habit. Then a shield. Somewhere along the way, I forgot it could also be a weapon. Distance doesn’t protect you. It starves you. I realize that as I watch Scarlett laugh across the training floor, her movements loose and unguarded, her body moving with a confidence she didn’t have weeks ago. Cleo circles her, correcting her stance, pushing her balance, forcing her to trust her instincts.