Cheerleader Distraction Free Throw Novels & Stories

I don’t answer, just watch as the cheerleaders move into position. The structure builds quickly—layer by layer—until it stretches upward, balanced and tense. “Bet you five bucks someone falls,” Dre says casually. “You’re sick,” I reply, though I’m already half-smiling. “Ruth is in cheer. Have you seen her?” Dre asks, ignoring my comment. I shrug. At the top, the flyer rises—steady at first. She locks her knees, arms shooting up, chin lifted. For a second, it’s perfect— till someone wobbles.

someone yells. I catch the ball without thinking, pivot, shoot, the net snapping clean. Perfect score, and the girls in the bleachers lose their minds like they always do, cheering my name, screaming like this is what matters, like this is the center of the universe and not just a distraction dressed up as purpose. I don’t look for Monica.

One second, I’d forgotten every reason I had to keep my distance. Then my phone buzzed. Tyler’s name flashing across the screen. Reality slamming back into me. I couldn’t afford distractions. Not when people depended on me. Not when Coach was breathing down my neck, not when scouts were watching. And yet—here I was, standing on the court, bouncing the ball mindlessly, and all I could think about was the way her laugh had hit me like a body check. Clean, sharp, unexpected. I hadn’t heard myself laugh like that in months, maybe years.

he muttered, before turning towards the hoop. “Sinclair! That’s not what you’re training for.” Coach yelled. “Right.” I barely looked up as another pass reached Dean. Too slow. I closed the gap before he even realized I was there and stole the ball, planting one foot before spinning around the defender and taking the shot. Straight through the hoop. “Come on…” Dean groaned. Coach clapped again. “There we go! Keep that pace.” No distractions, no conversations. Nothing that made my chest twist every five minutes.

The cheerleaders rushed out, dressed in little clothing, there were swinging pompoms and twirling their waists in a way that you will be afraid that they will break into two. After their entertainment, the game started again, tougher than it was during the first half. Everybody had their hearts in their throats when they saw the timer and that the game was coming to an end and just then, Julius grabbed the ball from the opponent and sprinted to the hoop, he was blocked on the way there and threw the ball to Jason who grabbed it at the nick of time and being the good aimer he was, he jumped and threw the ball to the hoop, the ball danced on the hoop, giving all the onlookers and players a hea

The cheerleaders broke formation, spinning wildly, voices raw with joy. “That’s my brother!” Teammates slammed into Xander, arms wrapping around him, shouting his name. He staggered under their weight, breathless, heart pounding but his face remained composed. Focused. Freya caught the moment perfectly. Click! Xander pulling free…another click. His fists clenched at his sides…a faster click. The crowd behind him rising to their feet. She lowered the camera slightly, already reviewing the shots when the noise moved from cheering to angry shouting. She looked up. Police officers were moving onto the pitch. At first, no one understood. Then someone pointed.

“But I know you do wish me well. Thanks.” “Hayes and Davis we don’t have all day!” Coach called out to us. “Let’s make good use of Dan and Gideon’s shoulders shall we?” We left our bags on the benches and went to join the others. There on the field was Shewa in shorts and a tank top watching as we took our positions to practice our cheers. “Since when did you become a cheerleader, Shewa?” I asked. “Since never time. I’m just here on the field for some hot news to report this Friday on the radio.”

he warned—contradicting himself on purpose—“but noise buys distance. Distance buys time. You don’t throw hoping to end a fight; you throw to make the room blink.” He taped a plywood target with a chalk circle to a cinderblock wall. The first throw thunked and fell sideways; the second stuck by sheer belligerence; the sixth spun in clean and planted at eleven o’clock. She grinned despite herself, that quick grin she had to hide at business tables.

I don't throw anyway, my main job being me dodging because to be truthful, I don't have the best eye direction. Strawberry isn't throwing either. He just dodges or catches the ball with his hands. Chocolate is fast as well, easily moving away or using someone as a shield before the ball would hit him. There's a look on his face as he does so. That same look he has when I pat his head and he closes his eyes. He looks— Happy. A whistle blows from Coach as I pant, holding unto my knee as I look forward now. Strawberry and Chocolate are the last remaining people at the other side and me at mine.

Oh God, what should I do? "It seems I'm really prepared for this game. Your initial victory was just a warm-up for me, Jace," Grace said with a smile. Now everyone was looking at me and shouting. "Come on, babe," Megan taunted, challenging me. Alright, let go of anything that's stuck to my body. I took a deep breath and slightly bent down, reaching for the shoes on my right foot and trying to take them off. Everyone seemed to threaten me as I raised one of my shoes and threw it forward. They cheered as if disappointed. What did I do wrong? Weren't the rules about removing what's stuck to the body? I was still sane enough not to take off my clothes.