Novel & Cerita Cheerleader Oops

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.

I said. “Hey, boss. Let’s hope your corny dance moves don’t get us embarrassed today,” Olivia said to Poppy, Claudia standing supportively next to her. Queen bee Olivia always called Poppy "boss" in a condescending manner. She had definitely tried to start her very own cheer squad, but the principal didn’t approve of it. She had to remain under Poppy’s command if she wanted to stay on the cheer team, and she wanted to because it was the only way she got to flaunt her flat-as-a-board belly in front of the football team.

I’d shrugged my shoulders too in my bid to downplay the best experience of my life. I hadn’t noticed the hurt look on her face until weeks later, after I replayed the entire night over and over again in my mind. Then, like the fool I really am, I listened to Troy. He’d proposed another truth or dare, and the bottle had, unfortunately, landed on me. I’d chosen dare, he’d swept in for the kill, daring me to make out with Madison from the cheer squad in front of everyone…including Maeve.

I tell him "I know that and school board knows that. That is why cheer practice have been moved to extra circular activities period. So you can have your cheer or whatever between 2-3:30 pm. Good"he asks and I nod. "Verbal answer "he says "Okay sir" "Good girl"he replies and I blush. . "Common girls, you can do it. Chelsea give me a toe touch! Maddie a back flip! France and Kaycee hold Nicole's leg firmly. Luan we are trying the tumbling together. I hope your hands are good"I asked her,

I promised. Marie and her lackeys were practicing their back-flips and pompom shaking not far from us. Some of the football boys had taken “a break” to sit and watch as they did hand stands, showing off their legs and leaving little to the imagination. Vi rolled her eyes in disgust. “I swear, cheerleaders are only good for one thing – and it usually involves a camera crew and an R rating.” I couldn’t help but laugh at her twisted joke. I blame her and Josh for robbing me of my innocent mind years ago. Not that I missed it though.

Most of the tables were already occupied by rich looking kids some of them typing away at their iPhones, others picking at their food or probably talking about whose Dad was richer or who bought the latest limited edition shoes. Leigh couldn’t stop herself from scoffing. In her opinion, they were highest circle of delinquents. She spotted the cheerleaders pretty fast given their uniform blonde hair -- yes, all of them had dyed their hair a shocking blonde-- and super tight crop top over jeans. Leigh wondered how anyone could breathe over something that tight, confining and damaging to the ribcage. She was still stewing over the damages of super tight tops to the ribs when she noticed one of

"We're still in the first choreo, yet you're completely missing your part, Abigail. Can you still do it?" I held my breath and looked at Bianca, the cheerleading team leader at our school. It was obvious from her face that she was no longer happy about my countless mistakes. Me too; I don't like it anymore every time I make a mistake. It's tiring to repeat my part over and over again. "I'm sorry, Bianca. I'm just not in the mood today, but I guarantee I won't be like this tomorrow." It tried to sound promising.

stood outside the gym doors, my application form clutched so tightly in my hands that the paper was starting to crumple at the edges. Through the small window, I could see them—the cheerleading squad in all their coordinated glory. They moved in perfect synchronization, their uniforms bright and crisp, ponytails bouncing as they executed flips and formations with practiced ease. "Five, six, seven, eight!" Allison's voice rang out sharp and commanding. "From the top! And this time, Madison, actually point your toes. We're not doing modern dance here."

The cheerleader said and touched my shoulder. “Get lost.” I snapped at her and jerked her hands off, and unfortunately for her, her feet were not steady in the pool yet, so she fell in.

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.