Fitness Cheerleader Novels & Stories

I said while standing up "listen it was just pranks, I was messing with you no big deal" "yeah it is a big deal, I've cheered for five years and I've taken Gymnastics classes for three; cheering has been my life since I was young and for you to not even give me a fair chance is so fucked up. Its already hard enough being a black cheerleader especially on most teams I was the only black girl, I had to work twice as hard as all the other girls so they wouldn't kick my ass to the curb"

I heard noises in the gym. Soon, the automatic door slid open. A man in sweatpants walked over. He grabbed the towel around his neck to wipe off the sweat from his workout, looking pissed off. "Who are you? The gym's closed today!" I recognized him straight away. He was Chad Smith, a student athlete from a nearby college. Ignoring him, I walked straight in. He pushed me out with one hand, saying, "Get lost! A woman's changing inside!"

Then came the cheer routine which was the last test they wanted us to perform. I grabbed the pom-poms, feeling their weight in my hands, and launched into it jumping up and down with high kicks, waving the pom-poms wildly in the air in sharp, synchronized patterns. "Go team, let's fight, we've got the spirit, hold it tight!" I shouted, my body moving fluidly into splits on the floor, then popping back up into a toe touch jump that made my legs scream but I still managed to fix on a smile. God I looked so stupid. I thought.

Jenna quickly changed her peachy pink oversized t-shirt into her blue and white cheerleading outfit with a sparkly bow on top of her ponytail. As the girls made their way towards the school gym. Jenna couldn't help but feel insecure about her reflection. This was the first time she had worn something that wasn’t baggy in front of everyone. while walking next to the girls. She she felt overweight and out of shape. The cheerleading universe was quite fine fitted when made her feel so insecure. She just felt so bigger than them. Bigger in size and bigger in shape. Even though she was only a little taller than them and a few inches wider than them. Jenna had developed a lot faster than the girls

Peyton’s extremely short skirt barely qualifies as clothing. I can’t help it, I grin—amused. “Fucking pig,” Dre snorts. Then after a beat— “But why is half her ass out though?” I let out a laugh, then quickly choke it down when I catch Coach Adams scanning in our direction. Dre sees him too, but doesn’t care. “When I was in cheer,” she continues, “I didn’t have half my ass hanging out. Not during general Phys. Ed.” I turn to her slowly, raising a brow.

My sister knew how good I was at cheerleading, and if Freya and her conspired about jeopardizing my plan on being one of the team, I would absolutely retaliate. "We have thirty-two trainees right now and we would just be picking twenty members who could pass the screening. I will divide you into two groups and you would plan a basic cheer for only twenty to forty minutes before we head outside to the field for you to present the cheer you've prepared. A quick reminder: our team's name is Panthers. So without further ado, let's get started." Coach Adriana started dividing us, and it seemed like Freya was the one who would be guiding us in this test. So that meant, her watchful eyes would be l

Rachel said. “What?” “Yeah, I guess they were disappointed I didn’t practice enough even though I actually did, and they also said I might be too fat; cheerleading is for lightweights, so the guys lifting won't faint,” Rachel said gullibly. I was astonished by this girl's acceptance of everything.

Her friend Alexa asked. " What makes you think you're qualified to be the cheer captain?" I asked and she scoffed. " Because I'm better than you, and prettier than you, sucker." Cheryl said. I laugh and look at the other cheerleaders. " Let's beat it." I said and played the song again. Cheryl smiled and dropped her bag. She flipped her hair and wiggle her waist to Beyoncès * Single ladies*. She clapped her hands in the air and danced to the song. I was frustrated. I stopped the song after her beautiful performance.

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.

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!”