Cheerleader Lip Slips Novels & Stories

About three days after my conversation with my now ex-boyfriend, I actually heard someone refer to my brother as "Lollipop." Ben was just walking and there were a couple of juniors talking at the car next to them. Two guys and two girls I knew were on the cheerleading squad. One of the guys noticed my brother and yelled out something to the effect that he should join the cheerleading squad. Because his giant head and little body would make it easy to flip him around, end over end. The four of them laughed and my brother just sort of laughed it off. One of the cheerleaders yelled something about how Ben shouldn't listen to the guy, he was a jerk. But she was laughing too.

She purred. My face glowed, I like the sound of that “Really, I still got practice after school though, where do you want to meet?”. She smacked her lips in a slow motion. “Boys locker room, ten minutes top.” “Bet, I'll be there.” “Oh my goodness, look what the wind just blew in, if it isn't Solene Greasely, Brooklyn's dork freak.” Becca giggled. The other cheerleaders around joined in the mockery.

“She’s probably thinking of withdrawing for incompetence. She can’t even manage her body.” Elena hummed. “In cheerleading, our bodies are our instruments. We can’t let those instruments get all rusty and bloated, can we?” “No one wants to watch a fat cheerleader,” said the left follower, with distain. “Very true,” Elena said. I restrained myself from wrapping my hands around my waist to hide my slight bump. I couldn’t be showing that much yet. They were just trying to get under my skin. I didn’t want them to know it was working.

Perhaps, they mistook me as an outsider who didn’t know the basic rules of the campus. Such demands from cheerleaders were a norm in my era too, and we girls had a special code to deal with douches. So, when Jason made his next move, I was prepared. As soon as he slapped my ass, I grasped his nuts over the pants. “Tell me what am I smashing today? A pair of eggs or raisins?” “Crush them, Ann.” Cheering for my victory, Bella increased the strength of my hold, darkening Jason’s face. His so-called buddies froze to their spots as I spat out, glaring hard at him.

Isabella suggested. Angela sighed,"I know you are smart enough to actually learn how to read within a few months but...you have to give the speech tomorrow. How about you memorize it?" Isabella nodded in agreement. She was ready to do anything as long as it would help her escape Nicholas' wrath for some time. "How do I memorize it?" she asked Angela. "Yh, that is the problem now. I can't record it on your phone since it would be too loud and would attract attention to you. We have to get ear pods."

"The Glitter Girls are going to whoop their perfect, surgically enhanced asses this season. We just need more practice, a tighter formation on the triple basket toss, and maybe a new chant that doesn't sound like it was written by a six-year-old on a sugar high." "Preach!" Lily exclaimed, high-fiving me across the table. Rachel joined in, a small, genuine smile finally gracing her lips. This was our sacred bond, a shared hatred for the Cheer Chicks and an unshakeable belief that the Glitter Girls were the superior cheer squad. The cheers finally, blessedly, died down. A new energy rippled through the amphitheater, a low hum that quickly escalated into a roar. The lights dimmed, then flared,

Her lips curled up Let the show begin.

They were laughing and shouting insults. The hallway instantly became chaotic. People scattered. Some stepped aside. Others pressed themselves against lockers. Everything happened so fast. One of the boys chasing after the cheerleader accidentally slammed his shoulder into another student standing nearby. The student stumbled hard. He tried catching himself. Failed. Then crashed directly into me. I gasped. The force caught me completely off guard. My feet slipped. My balance disappeared instantly. For one horrible second, all I saw was the floor rushing toward me. Sky screamed.

Well, it's a bit awkward to say she's overtime when the clock hasn't hit 8 PM yet. Anyway, that scaredy cat boy was willing to hide in the toilet to prank Kate. 'She must be surprised tonight as she doesn't imagine I'm still here. Her surprised expression must be adorable too, haha.' Havie blushed. It was like that whenever he thought of Kate. That woman never fails to give him butterflies. After waiting for thirty minutes, just before the watch hit 8 PM, Kate appeared in the basement area. Havie noticed that Kate is putting purple lipstick on her lips, unlike the usual soft color she put on. She sometimes does that. But every time she do that, he feels bothered.

Every other cheerleader without loose strands had a black ribbon fastening their delicate hair and the one commonality amongst the red rubies was the appealing red pigment stained against their lips. Music was blasting and the cheerleaders moved with sophisticated intention producing nothing but synchronised movement that was charged with power, magnetism, and allurement. I and everybody else in the crowd were in immense awe at the acrobatic movement and hair flips. My fascination was doubled only because I had never seen anything like this before. This performance was inhumane no pun intended. Ziyah, who I recognised as one of the coven members had magically manifested red pom poms out of t