Cheerleader Oops Novels & Stories

she shouted. At that exact moment, her mini speaker blasted music. 🎵 Apateu, apateu... Apateu, apateu... Apateu, apateu... Uh, uh-huh, uh-huh... Hey, so now you know the game... Are you ready? 'Cause I'm comin' to get ya... Hold on, hold on... I'm on my way... "Whoooo!" She even started dancing while sweeping the floor. "If you're cleaning, there has to be a concert!"

She had the body, the face, and she'd been the most popular cheer captain in the country for years. All I had was eight years. Eight years he now considered too embarrassing to show the world. I let out a quiet breath. "You're right. It was my mistake." "So from now on, I won't stand in the way of your future, superstar." Silence stretched on his end. Then his fury erupted. "Lillian, do you have any idea how much pressure I'm under? I've barely gotten a foothold, and instead of supporting me, you're picking fights at every turn!"

"No, Coach." Coach sighed, shifting his gaze to me. "Ava, you're on the cheerleading squad. This school has a reputation to uphold, and your spot on the team depends on you keeping out of trouble. Right now, there are pictures circulating that make it look like our team captain is stalking his future step-sister and her boyfriend."

having cheer routines? Which is why we have a very special set of cheer leaders today.” She followed my gaze and her jaw nearly touched the floor. She looked from me to there, and from there to me. “B, are you seeing what I’m seeing?” She asked, in a mix of words and laughter. I also couldn’t help betraying a chuckle as I took in the sight, again. Kevin was doing some weird whine which looked more like a belly Dance, with Bryce doing some hip shake-ish thing, and Hawk was doing some really…interesting twists with AdHollandn. And Cole and Jack were doing…god, I didn’t even know what that was. And all of them had their pompoms and cheer outfits on. “Wow!” Juliette said, still laughing. “I

That relief dried up when I opened my emails and saw a new one from Coach. I should have waited until the morning. After all, I was safe in the cocoon of my blankets, wrapped up in Asher’s clothes and scent, with the knowledge that Nicole was okay. But I couldn’t resist checking, wondering what the future might look like for me. Undoubtedly, Coach would be furious over what Asher had done. Slowly, I opened the email. “My most disobedient cheerleader, Cynthia, “Your actions tonight have reinforced in my eyes your lack of dedication to the squad. You disrespected me, the patrons of the bar, and your fellow cheerleaders who had given the event their best effort.

“Mac told me I had to watch you.” I stare at her…she pisses me off. “Well, Mac’s not here.” “Hmm, pity.” She smirks to the other girls as she looks around the room. I glare at her as I feel my back prickle. “I’m glad he’s not. I’m being held here against my will you know.” Chelsea smiles her first genuine smile. “Oh, you poor thing. Being held as Mac’s sex slave would be such a hardship.” She widens her eyes to accentuate her point.

The cheerleaders were all doing the dance for ‘Who rule the World’ and grinding up on the boys. Kyle ran outside and grinned. Oh no! I smirked and slipped back inside to change the songs. Instead of Beyoncé I put ‘Bed rock’ by Young Money and Lil Wayne. As soon as the song started all the guys cheered and walked in front of the cheer leaders and held onto their waists. They bent their head and looked as though they were sniffing the girls' necks. I gagged internally.

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.

As always, people glanced my way intrigued, partly scared, and the rest puzzled at how Cassain could be so devoted to me. I noticed my friends seated at our table, yet before I reached halfway there, a few people obstructed my way. Cheerleaders. An entire squad of them. Looking like storm clouds with an overpowering smell of coconut oil. At the heart of it all stood Alyssa Chadwell. Leader of the rival team’s cheerleaders, girlfriend of the quarterback, who once attempted to ask me on a date and seemingly the head of Poor Decisions Incorporated. She crossed her arms. Flashed me a charming poisonous grin.