Cheerleader Lip Slips Novels & Stories

I was still searching for more, standing on my tippy toe as I stretched my neck in search of the caramel popcorn, but I couldn't find it and just as I moved back slightly so I could have a clearer view, I slipped, my lips flew open as I shrieked like a banshee with my eyes bulging, “ Arghhhh!” I screamed, moving my hands behind me as all the snacks I had packed fell to the floor. I closed my eyes, preparing to fall and my lips were still open as I screamed, “ Arghhhhhhh,"

] The chat lit up with cheers and a parade of brown-nosing: Keith was a genius, the department unbeatable. Yvette even slid into my DMs with a smiley face. [Ella, don't be mad, okay? I'm just thinking of the team.] I forced a smile, left her on 'Read', and shut the chat. I had had enough.

My hair isn’t as long or thick as Maria’s or Olivia’s but I take good care of it and it hurts like hell when someone drags it without care and I make that point known with a dirty slap across the cheek of the blonde culprit. Olivia gasps, Maria freezes, a hush falls on the corridor and I facepalm. This morning was supposed to go smooth but Olivia had to be herself. I wince at the glare she levels me, with her platform heels, she towers over everyone. Her hand slowly goes to touch her cheek which is fast turning red, Maria snaps out of her trance to stand beside me as if to say: If you try anything funny we will do it again, this time, we will double the slaps. But I won’t let that happen. Ma

There were only a small number of them entering this secret campus and maybe two looked like football players. A girl nudged her elbow and sat down next to her. “Hey there, my name’s Vanessa, I’m co-leader of the cheerleaders of the Lions, you look like what we’re looking for?” Quinn pursed her lips together looking over the bleached blond in her short flared skirt and tight blouse with a judging glare. “Ah…no offense but…” “You look like the type…” Vanessa rudely interrupted Quinn’s rejection. “Are you a dancer or something?”

The news crew were eating it up though, which made things worse. The cheerleaders had the entire crowd riled up. Everybody was cheering along with them and screaming at the top of their lungs. My entire brain was rattling by the end of the cheer. Despite hating Amanda, Liz, and the rest of the cheerleaders. I couldn’t help but be impressed by their moves. They were really good at what they did. They were flexible and danced in perfect rhythm. At one point Liz did a triple flip and landed on top of the pyramid. Amanda was the second highest on the pyramid and winked at the camera before jumping down.

Hands tucked in his pocket. “Slut, you got what you deserved. A scholarship student trying to match heads with your benefactors. Everyone knew you were going to be thrown to the curb anytime soon, you piece of trashy Charity.” One of the cheerleaders who had apologized to me just yesterday taunted. I’m not surprised though. This people switched up so fast.

but now I'm walking on my own two feet to my boyfriend, who calls me. The cheerleaders perform again. Their dance is rhythmic, lively, and, if I may say so... somewhat sensual. The way they swivel their hips, bend and break them, rolling sideways surprises me since I've never really paid attention to what they do. Alice, in particular, is at the center. Her gestures are graceful and sensual, especially when she turns on her back and flirts, showing everyone her extremely short skirt.

I may have helped with that, too. I told them I’d beat their asses if they tried to take my drink. Aiden rewarded me with a slap so hard across my ass that I gasped. My cheeks burned from it—but not from pain. I’m halfway to saying something even more reckless just to see what he’ll do next. But the mood shifts. The conversation stalls, laughter dulls, when the sexy cheerleaders join our group. They’re still in their tight uniforms, glittering under the lights, their legs bare and their asses just peeking out beneath the fabric.

So I’m not going in there. The cheer leading squad. More like another dance club, I guess. It was just mixed with using your loud voice and some props like pompoms and mini skirts. Freeda, Lia, and Elyzz got into that club so there is no way that I’m going to list my name next to them.

I was just the tutor with the morality clause violation. I turned the corner past the visiting team’s locker room, dodging a frantic water boy pushing a cart of Gatorade. Ahead, the hallway widened into the staging area for the cheer squad. Charlotte was there. She was standing in front of a full-length mirror mounted on the wall, reapplying her lip gloss with the precision of a surgeon. Her back was to me. She was humming along to the muffled fight song echoing from the field. She looked untouchable. The golden uniform, the high ponytail, the perfect posture. She was the picture of American high school royalty.