Forced To Be A Cheerleader Novels & Stories

I ask as I cross my arms "Talk to Stella" he says with a serious expression "Not now, maybe after the pep rally" I say annoyed. Even if I did forgive her, the other cheerleaders wouldn't. If they did there wouldn't be enough time for her to memorize the routine. "Why?" He asked getting frustrated as he grabs his hair "Because there's not enough time" I say lowly as I glare at him "You're acting like a bitch" he says causing me to laugh humorlessly at him

Honestly, I could slap myself. The crowd goes wild again as all the players come back out of the tunnel and the cheerleaders start their routine. It amazes me how high they can kick their legs and how damn strong they are as they hurl each other up and around. It’s kind of impressive and I have come to realize from all the games I’ve attended, never to underestimate a cheerleader. “Say, Tammy why didn’t you ever become a cheerleader?” “My folks said it’d take up too much of my time from studies, not that they were ever around to know in any case.” There is a faint sound of bitterness in her voice. I see Tobias making a move to put his arm around her then refrains.

Joining the cheer squad was presented as the first step towards reclaiming some semblance of control. "You can't decide that for me," I murmured, more to myself than to Brooklyn. Despite the inadvertent marijuana haze clouding my senses, my resolve remained unshaken. Being coerced into popularity and the cheerleading squad was not my chosen path. My clarity on this matter was unwavering, my mind clear despite the circumstances.

He must have been a transfer student because everyone knew my deal with females. I hated them. Every little inch of me did. I just didn’t like associating with them. They were dangerously femme fatales. “That counts on your performance,” I made him angrier with my statement, thus he pushed harder. “Asher! Asher!! Asher!!!” The cheerleaders jeered. I cringed at them, practically burning inside at their giggles. I looked at Adrian’s struggling poise on my right. How could I tell him it was Whitney that pushed for me? And not the other way round?

“This is my problem. You have no right to get involved” “Actually, you made it our problem after we saved you from being killed.” I step forward, staring her down. “You can’t keep this up. There’s a hockey game coming up after exams. The cheerleading team needs to practice. And there’s no way I’m letting you back out of that.” “I don’t care about cheerleading right now.” “See that’s the thing. The Tessa I know would never say that.” I sigh. “It’s okay. You can tell us about it. As you know, my dad is pretty connected. We’ll find a way to help you.”

“Not better than you. But yes, I know Jace. We’re rivals in chess club and also in debate club. Your friend was a very good cheat, I’ll give him that.” I stared at him, my head coming up blank. I remembered Jace in Chess club and debate club. He was always trying to get me to sign up to one. But I was more interested in audictioning to be a cheerleader. Now thinking back, i couldn’t for the life of me understand why I was hellbent in being a cheerleader. I hated sport and everything related to it. Why did i have to go through this? I met his gaze, my lips quivering. “I d–don’t remember him–”

I mumble to myself before crawling out of bed. As soon as I arrived at school wearing my yellow with green writing cheer uniform Harper greets me wearing the same. She did not want to be a cheerleader, but aunt Lavana persuaded her to join the team. Saying she should be more involved in school activities, it will be beneficial for her in the future when she's applying for colleges and even jobs. Harper is a great dancer, but that does not mean she wants to stand infront of hundreds of people and show them one of her many talents. While I am a bit comfortable with it, my cousin is not.

His eyes moved from my face to my feet and back. He was just staring at me intently for the first time, and it made me somewhat conscious of what I had worn. I was in the ridiculous cheer one-piece dress. Lia had made it compulsory to be worn today as she said it would identify the cheerleaders easily. Also, the fact that everyone believed it was only airheads who were cheerleaders, she wanted to prove them all wrong. She wanted them to see cheerleaders were smart, too. Although it wasn't necessary for me for her to want to prove everything that was said, I had to follow her commands, or else I wished to be kicked out of the team.

Layla’s Pov I threw the bouquet of flowers into the air, watching the young girls catch it. How could they want this thing called marriage? Right now, I was probably the most miserable person in the world. Notwithstanding, I maintained the plastered smile on my face and curtseyed ever so often as big shots from various 5-star companies came to congratulate us.

“But what that video doesn’t show is that I had been bullied for months or how I had to start over five times in three years. It doesn’t show how hard I’ve worked to be someone I could actually look in the mirror and not flinch at.” The gym was quiet now. She glanced at Kennedy, who gave her a subtle nod. “So if you’re looking for a perfect cheerleader with zero baggage and a flawless past—sorry. That’s not me. But if you’re looking for someone who will fight like hell for this team, someone who knows what it means to fall and still show up—I’m already here.” For a second, no one moved. Then Kennedy clapped. Once. Then again. Another girl joined. And another.