Cheerleader Drawing Novels & Stories

Emma was still with him, fawning over his broken wrist. I tried to shake the melancholy thoughts out of my mind as the first group of cheerleaders took their positions on the mat, moving through their rehearsed routine with feline grace. Their movements were quick and snappy, punctuated by bright smiles and gestures that were clearly aimed at catching the eyes of the warriors. Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed Eric speaking with Alex off to the side, the two warriors shaking hands after what appeared to be a sincere conversation. A small smile tugged at the corner of my lips.

I hear she has a fancy house in one of those popular estates and she stays alone. The field goes quiet as the cheerleaders of the other team troop in. The other part of the field erupts in a cheer. Whistles blow. Claps and hoots ripple through the stadium. They finish their routine and Carlton’s High cheerleaders take over. I push two fingers into my mouth and blow aggressively when Amelia walks in with the other cheerleaders. She is graceful in her uniform. I don’t stop clapping until they finish.

It didn’t help that she could still remember the outline of his sculpted body. Staring now, his clothes did little to accentuate how built he actually was. Damn it, she was getting all distracted these days. “I’m sorry, sir,” She said, emotionless and curt. “Being the head cheerleader of Silver Lake’s cheer squad means I tend to have my schedule full more often than not.” “In summary, cheer activities have made avoiding me much easier.” Her breath hitched, eyes narrowing. “Why would I ignore you?” “You tell me,” He leaned forward, face frighteningly close to her. “Why deflect from the elephant in the room?”

I nodded, “I would love that.” She handed a sketch pad to me. She had it open to reveal the page she wanted me to see. I was floored with the details that she had drawn. I asked, “How long did it take you to draw this? It’s very detailed.” Chloe answered, “It just took a few minutes. I draw fast when I have a vision. Do you like it?” I answered, “I love it! It’s perfect.”

I moaned, sliding my cunt slowly up his cock, "I think we need the others." Coach Morgan put her whistle in her mouth and blew. The shrill note echoed through the room. I glanced at the doors and smiled as the other cheerleaders entered naked. Mercedes, Pita, and Alexandra all strutted nude into the room, their boobs jiggling. They were each gorgeous.

Tell me. Chloe carefully unrolled a large sheet of paper on the grass. It showed a big vision board full of drawings, paint colors, and little notes in her nice handwriting. This is my dream gallery, Chloe said with excitement, her cheeks a bit red. A gallery for local artists, a place where anyone can show their art, no matter their background. Michelle sat next to her, looking at the drawings closely. Chloe, this is amazing. I thought maybe... one day, Chloe said softly, when I have enough money, when I feel brave enough.

Her name tag read; Mia Carter. Rank 2 Strength: 6/10 The class erupted into laughter again and I felt my cheek hurt and I glanced at the teacher, expecting her to intervene but she said nothing as another girl joined in. She was seated beside Mia in the same cheerleading uniform. She had short wavy pink hair. I looked down at her name tag and she eyed me carefully. Tasha Greene. Rank 2. Strength: 5/10 They both looked flawless in perfect makeup, and legs crossed and straight posture like they were in a magazine shoot.

She mouthed at me before shaking her hold and grabbing Colson who shivered beside her. "Everyone's hating me because of you," I whispered to Henry who chuckled and put his hand over my shoulders pulling me close. "And lastly, Leopard fr football with Lucy from cheerleading," Mrs Smith said happily earning a glare from Mrs Eve who left Jane to stand with the rest of the coaches. "Mr Dave would take the practice from here while Mrs Eve and I would assist. Please behave girls," Mrs Smith turned to us, giving me a thumbs up. "And girls, crush them!" Mrs Eve yells and the rest of the cheerleaders yell, raising those pom poms in those hands and shaking it violently before turning to us, and smirki

Shawn quirked a brow before hearing the clicking of heels behind him. The cheerleader plopped next to him with an intentional flick of her long black ponytail, dark blue eyes, and a forced smirk. "Hey. I'm Kayley!" "Shawn," he replied with a thin grin, Kayley grinned even wider. "So me and my gal pals thought to ourselves and we were like; 'oh my god, you look soo cute.' And cute guys have an all-access pass to sit with the Queenz. And not to be annoyed by this—drenched out, ginger ale broad." She said with a bouncy high voice, but hiding a venomous tongue, like all cheerleaders.

Yeah, no. Before I could turn the other way, she grabbed my hand and tugged me forward. I couldn't protest because it would be a waste of time. "Hey, it's Zayne," work on your whispering, girls. Or maybe I just had quite a hearing. I sighed when the cheerleaders did what most teenage girls would. They pump up their chests and pull their top down to expose their tits. Irritating.