Cheerleader Drawing 소설 & 이야기

I could hear giggling, the kind of mean giggling that girls do when they are about to do something cruel. I looked up slowly. Three cheerleaders were standing on the bleachers below me. I recognized them from school but did not know their names. They were all looking at me with fake innocent smiles. "Hi, Lila," one of them said sweetly. She had red hair and freckles. "Mind if we sit here?" "There are plenty of other seats," I said quietly, gesturing to the empty bleachers around us. "But we like this spot," another girl said. This one was blonde with too much makeup. "It has the best view."

She laughs but then the music starts with no warning and the first group goes up with cheer routines; Hip-hop, contemporary sound and people clap politely. Then Davina’s voice cuts through the mic. “Next. Evelessa Jones.” A ripple goes through the crowd as whispers follow as I step forward. I’m wearing the tiny black cheerleader outfit from rehearsal. A crop top, short pleated skirt with my hair loose down my back. The breeze brushes against my skin. For a second as the music changes to a slow beat at first as I step onto the open space and then I stop thinking completely. My hips snap with the rhythm, my arms slice through the air.

“Nah. I think I need to dance a little.” "Go ahead," he said, already settling back like he was content with just watching others having fun. Leaving him, I stepped toward the edge of the dance floor, letting my body move with the beat. It wasn’t exactly so fun but it was something to clear my head. And for a moment, I let myself get lost in it. I was starting to enjoy myself when my gaze landed on Kade and that’s when I noticed one of the cheerleaders all over him. She was blonde, bold, and way too handsy for my liking. She was literally flirting with him, her fingers tracing the lapel of his jacket as she leaned in, whispering something in his ear.

Since , the devil wasn't off hour , it completely persuaded me to do check out Jacob's social media and as soon as I opened his account , the latest picture had my stomach to twist and drop while my face curled in distaste . It was one of the cheerleading girl in the varsity squad , her arm was clasped around his waist while the other was up in the air with her pom pom clutched in it , his number was painted on her cheek and her top - God , I had never seen such a band aid like top ever in my life and she was leaning closer to his cheek with her lips pouted in a mid air kiss like pose . And the caption read " It's never to late to taste the sweetness of victory ~ Best practice ever with the

“That’s an unusual combination.” I felt my cheeks warm slightly. “People always seem surprised by that.” “I didn’t mean to suggest…” “No, it's okay,” I interrupted. “I get that a lot. The truth is, cheerleading is just another form of expression for me. It’s a different kind of art.” I hesitated, then added, “Plus, it makes my mom happy to see me doing something she considers fun. She worries that I spend too much time alone with drawing.” Professor Grayson nodded thoughtfully. “It’s good to have multiple outlets. Art can be isolating sometimes.”

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.

They scream as if excited at every stroke of our bodies. At university, we are called “5BITCH’S”. That name is popular especially among men. Who wouldn't be interested when they heard that name? We consist of five members. Sidney Laurent, a model, second Sapphire Reichmann, a vlogger, third Sunny Adams, the queen of TikTok, fourth Skye Fridman, the queen of online games and of course me, Serena Dawson, the queen of the campus. Aside from the fact that I always want to be with my stupid ex basketball player boyfriend, dancing is really my hobby so I entered the world of cheerdancing.

COACH AND CHEERLEADER- 1 Tiana Rogers, a hot new member of the cheerleading squad, needs something hotter to sate the burning tingly sensation between her legs and she finds the perfect dick for the job when she meets Coach Carlton. She tests the waters of high school surrounded by other sex-crazed teens with its ups and downs. Her desire for Coach Carlton takes her into uncharted territory. What started as innocent encounters and not-so-innocent daydreams morph into real sex-packed action neither of them could resist.

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?”

I whispered to myself. But my hands had already moved. Inside the package was a single sheet of paper, folded once. No note. No explanation. Just a drawing. My breath left me in a sharp, broken exhale. It was done in crayon. Bold lines. Messy edges. A child’s certainty in every stroke. A woman stood at the center of the page, her arms raised. Blue and yellow zigzags burst from her hands, stretching outward like lightning. Behind her stood two children. One taller. One smaller. Both drawn close to her back, like they were hiding and standing tall at the same time.