Cheerleading Films Novels & Stories

I asked. "Sorry Sapphire, you know how demanding the makeup is when you're a cheerleader." She said, pouting. "I wouldn't even wish." I mumbled, as she hit off to the road. "Oh come on! It's not that bad. Cheer leading is really fun. Who gets to officially flaunt their body in school?" "Cheerleaders?" I asked, like it wasn't obvious already. "Exactly." She said. "That's the point. You don't have to create any speculations that you're doing it for your crush."

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.

I force a nod and watch as she dashes off toward the other cheerleaders, seamlessly blending in with the coordinated energy of their practice. Their pom-poms glisten under the sunlight as they move in sync, shouts of encouragement echoing across the field. God knows that if I tried that, everyone on that pyramid would be in the hospital. I climb up the metal bleachers, making my way to the furthest end where the crowd is thinner. As I sit down, I give Cali a quick thumbs-up, which she returns before jumping straight into a series of flips. This is one of the reasons I like to avoid coming for her practices. They make me afraid. Why are humans flipping in the air like birds?

But they were looking at the right things. I was a cheerleading captain. I had been performing choreography in front of crowds for three years. Every home game, every exhibition, every squad event — there were people who had watched how I moved without me ever knowing they were paying that kind of attention. I had been building a physical signature in one room and building the same physical signature in another room and the two rooms were now being compared.

Felix was about to pack on the stupidity. "Fine, you had one of your cheerleaders do it," Felix counterthrust. Cheerleader was not a 'positive' A****n role model. Cheerleaders were women who promised sexual reward to male warriors that defeated their enemies (a bit of a biased view). The bipolar normal world reaction to cheerleaders aside, I knew cheerleaders were athletes who worked hard to pull off relatively complex routines. Telling the A****ns this was pointless. If any woman in this room had known a cheerleader before surrendering their old existence to become lethal man-killers, they probably didn't like them. If they had been a cheerleader, they were keeping their mouths shut.

They scream as if excited at every stroke of our bodies. At university, we are called “5BITCH’S”. That name is popular especially among men. Who wouldn't be interested when they heard that name? We consist of five members. Sidney Laurent, a model, second Sapphire Reichmann, a vlogger, third Sunny Adams, the queen of TikTok, fourth Skye Fridman, the queen of online games and of course me, Serena Dawson, the queen of the campus. Aside from the fact that I always want to be with my stupid ex basketball player boyfriend, dancing is really my hobby so I entered the world of cheerdancing.

She feels her cheeks blushed when a group of boys clapped at her and whistled complimenting her outfit. Because it is cheerleading, they require every contestant to wear shorts and crop-tops the reason why her belly button is visible for anyone right now. She can’t deny the fact that she is one of the sexiest applicants since her figure is too mature for her age. Her crop-top is a bit short for her emphasizing her breast. Every time that she will do a stunt her breast will also bounce causing the crowd to whistle especially the boys. “ Okay! You’re qualified! See me next week at the office for the other information about the team!”

The glitter on her nails catches the gym lights, mocking me with every shimmer. I don’t breathe, I don’t blink , I don’t move either.My soul steps out of my body, packs a small bag, and threatens to walk toward the nearest exit. She finally lowers her hands, tosses her hair like she’s closing a runway show, and pushes the door open with a dramatic swing. The thud echoes across the room, carving tension deep into the walls. Nobody says anything for a moment. It's as if the entire building went offline. The other cheerleaders stare at the door like she might burst back in and continue the violence she started.

"It's all right. Simply show us what you've got." "Just so you know, I've been a little inflexible since I stopped cheerleading a few months ago, but here it goes," Julia said as she ran and performed some backflipping, handsprings, and other stunts. Wow! She's a cheerleading goddess! Seriously, she didn't even slide down, so I think she's a legend in the world of cheerleading, gymnastics, and aerobics! "Dude, have you ever seen anything like this?" While I was still staring at Julia, I asked John.

The cheerleading team came and graced the opening of the game. “I think the skirt made me run away from cheerleading!” I explained to Killian. “ The only thing I fear is if they fall down during stunts what would happen??? “They can't, they must have had enough practice but if they do, they get rushed to that hospital immediately!” “Oh this is the best part!” I giggled when the cheerleaders danced and clapped. It gave such a good rolling effect, it was like the clapping and Their voices kept echoing throughout the field.