Cheerleader Mga Nobela at Kwento

"I can't possibly race back to him, he would laugh and make jest of me then he would ask me to fall by his feet and ask for forgiveness which I can never do. So I definitely have to protect myself." I turned back after thinking of a plan. I saw them, they weren't that far from me. I have to do this even if it's the most embarrassing thing in the whole world. I walked stylishly to them holding the leader of the gang by the collar of his shirt, after spotting him amongst others. "Hey, am I pretty?" I asked. He smiled showing his brown teeth, "Sure darling, you are the prettiest". I was disgusted by his wrinkled face. He ought to be a grandpa.

She asks as she rubs her temples and paces in front of me I've never seen her this stressed before. "What do they need help with?" I ask "Their flips, landings, posture" she says as she taps her fingers to list out the problems "Can I see them rehearse it and make corrections from there?" I ask since I can't agree nor disagree with her since I haven't seen the routine yet "Whatever" she says as she leads me back towards the group of tense cheerleaders "You guys need to relax. Tensing causes hesitation and you can't hesitate during this routine or it'll look unprofessional" I say as I stop in front of the girls

I wanted something thick, but this was a little too much. We do a lot of flips and stunts and I wouldn’t want any cheerleaders to be embarrassed while performing. I knew how to manage the old outfit Elara had given to us- it was way too light and could literally reveal your body parts in the air if you do too much as a flier girl, but Mira and I knew just as well to make it work without being embarrassed. The goal is to give my cheer members comfort and peace while they perform. Being rest assured that they wouldn’t have anything to worry about.

“I think it’s something to be proud of. After all, aren’t we all trying to do the same right now?” “Yeah, that bottle is going to be worth it,” Olivia grins, already tasting victory. We climb the benches and head to the section designated for our group. It’s a sea of dark blue in here, contrasting sharply with the deep red of our uniforms. The cheerleaders are already in full swing, performing athletic stunts with effortless energy—tossing each other in the air, clapping wildly, bodies moving in perfect rhythm with the pounding bass. It’s impressive. A little intimidating.

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.

Nightmare: Dread pitted in her stomach as they made their way up the walkway to the school. Entering through the gym her stomach knotted. She saw the hard stares of the cheerleaders. As she walked by they leaned in and whispered to each other. She used to be one of them. She was even going to college on a scholarship from cheerleading. She would go to practice every Monday, Wednesday and Friday with them. Laura and her would be in constant contact about new routines. She was one of the lead cheerleaders, they looked up to her. Cheerleading had been her life. She thought the squad were her friends but when her world crashed and b

“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.”

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?”

Thank goodness, there's one of them who thinks the right way. “Look, we're sorry if we bothered you, but my name's Leanne, captain of the squad.” Said the redhead and just smiled at me warmly. Okay, I just sat there and stared at them with my blinking eyes because it happened really fast. Are cheerleaders always this snappy? Or do they have super speed abilities just like me? “Ummm, so... you are?” The three of them asked while pointing at me. “Oh, sorry. The name's Blair.” I answered and looked at them one by one, and their smiles were not fading. Aren't they tired of always smiling like that? Maybe it's a cheerleader thing.

While me? I am a cheerleader at our university. Tall because I am a half american. Campus queen if my fellow students call me. Many are jealous of me because of the number of men who want to flirt with me, but I don't really pay much attention to them because of Dom. And now that I’m free and ready to mingle, maybe I should entertain my suitors.