Forced To Be A Cheerleader Novels & Stories

I groaned at the pain, as everyone laughed at my pain. "Turns out you were no match for us," the cheerleader girl said as she bent near my face. "I heard you are eager to leave," she snickered. "I do want you out, though, but that would be a dream come true for you," she added, pressing her finger to her chin to think. "What should be the best punishment for him?" She turned, directing the questions to the crowd. ‘’Becoming our mat?’’ one suggested ‘’ Eating our leftovers?’’

Well I had signed up for it in the first place. I looked at the last option again. Cheerleading wouldn't have sounded so bad if I didn't have such a terrible past about it not to talk of the slutty outfits they had to wear. Back at Daeson, I had yearned to became a cheerleader so I auditioned for it. Let's just say that's how I became the most hated girl in the whole school and honestly? It sucked. Since that was the only plausible option for me, I went for it knowing fully well that Luca must never know why I'm going. Tryouts for the team began today and ended this Friday meaning I had just three days left to figure out how I'm gonna do this thing.

she pointed at Joe. "Overcome your fear and trauma! It's your weakness!" "Yes, boss." Joe replied quickly. Although she still harbours anger and fear. "Don't just talk with your mouth! But plant it in your heart and mind! You can't beat it if you can't overcome it." "I'll try boss." Joe replied again. Morgan just nodded and she went to her gym room. It's been a while since I've done this. "If you win against me, I'll give you a full week's holiday! And if you lose... then the year-end holiday is over!"

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 burned they were the first to let her fall and drift away.

The old man will kill me today. I took a quick shower, dried myself and wore a casual outfit consisting of jeans and a white and black checked shirt. "Get down, dear!!" I heard mom yelling for me from downstairs. With her sweet voice, I heard one more annoying voice , "No matter how much time you take. You will never look handsome, Mr. Brotato." That's it!!! This pig will never reform. I told her not to call me brotato but still she is calling me that.

“What?! I have to do what?! Marry someone I don’t know, let alone a man?!” “You have to do it. It’s your duty as the heiress. The fate of our company, our legacy, rests in your hands. And you don’t have a choice.” “I’m a lesbian, for crying out loud, Dad! I have a girlfriend. I have a business,” I cried. “And that too, you have to sell your company. You will become a full-time housewife.” In that moment, my heart shattered. My life… my journey… my relationship, I had to give it all away because I owed my father my life.

She broke down and sobbed uncontrollably as she looked at her old and wrinkled face. That was not the end of it. I picked up my old hobby again and learned new dance moves from girl groups. My figure did not return to its original slim self. Still, I was glad that I had not gained weight. Meanwhile, Harriet’s waist widened again, and stretch marks marred her belly. She could only plead with me to stop what I was doing. I looked at her coldly. I smiled and asked, “Do you really think you have the right to tell me what to do?”

“Because at your company, I'm not an employee, Dad. I'm an inconvenience you keep visible so people stop asking questions about me.” His expression changed. “That's not—” “I don't need your name to open doors for me anymore,” She cut in. “I needed it once. I don't now.” “You'll regret this.” She tightened her grip on the folder. She had heard that warning before, usually whenever she made a decision he didn't approve of, but this time she wasn't willing to back down. “The only thing I regret,” she said, her voice steady despite the tremor underneath it, “is spending years thinking that working for you would finally make you see me as something other than an errand girl. I'm tired of being th

She looked very sad during Mehandi and Sangeet. Dad tried to talk to me, but I didn't want to talk about it. Then he scolded me and threatened to disown me, if I don't behave properly with her. I know she was not to be blamed, but I was still angry. Though a part of me said that she was also in the same situation. She was also forced due to the said betrothal. She must have had some dreams regarding her life partner...

Not having food did not mean I should suddenly turn into a beggar. She smiled. “I am not angry, but I will be if you turn this down. I would like you to join the cheerleading squad for the upcoming football competition. I am the organizer. Do not worry, you will automatically qualify.” “What? That is big,” I screamed. I had never joined something that important. “You can learn, and you have the leader who is ready to teach you anything you need to know.” “Oh Celyn, can I ever thank you enough?” “You do not have to. Just obey me and you will be fine,” she smiled. “Yes ma’am,” I replied playfully, making her laugh out loud at my little salute.