Forced To Be A Cheerleader Novels & Stories

It was too much of a hassle and her family hired chefs for that. But then came the devil, Dorian who was making her suffer. This was his first assignment to her after she officially became his helper and she was beyond livid. She had even tried to tell him that she didn't know how to but he immediately assumed that she was lying to get out of doing it. John had also forced her to cook and he learnt the hard way never to. It seemed Dorian would also have to learn the hard way. She sighed as she realized that she left two prisons for this one. However, this didn't feel like her prison and it made her wonder if it was because she knew Dorian wouldn't hit her.

As captain, I have never been so harsh with punishment, but all that was about to end now. I turn to the other girls who were just as flabbergasted as Athea. “Anyone have something to say?” the girls all shrink, too scared to speak or shake their heads. “We go over the choreography again. I want perfection. Your steps, hair, and breathing should be coordinated. And if I am not satisfied, you will all go over it again. If it’s too much for you, feel free to leave.” My tone is colder than the Serbian winter and so no one dared to grumbled. My decision as cheer captain was final; even if it takes up to the cheer coach, it will not be revoked. I had that much authority.

She smiled at the people who were behind her and I rolled my eyes . The last time I experienced such a thing was when I was in high school. "Were you ever a cheerleader?" She shook her head trying to figure out what I meant by the question but I knew where I was driving. "Not really, but I guess I could always pass as a hot cheerleader." "Yeah you could pass as a hot cheerleader simply because you have decided to make yourself an object of sexual gratification instead of what you truly are." "Oh, really?" "Yes, really. It is not even fair that you talk to me in such a way that doesn't depict honor."

I'm so excited about seeing Jay again. I go through the motions of leading the squad throughout the pep rally. I might be the tiniest cheerleader on the squad and the one who’s always thrown up in the air and placed on the top of the pyramid, but I'm also the captain. I’m naturally flexible and athletic, and I've worked hard for my spot on this squad all four years of my high school career.

Yes I might have grown into a beautiful woman who only believes that because she has been told enough times but Noah had turned into a model, he grew into his tall frame, he was no longer the lanky nerdy kid I fell for on the outside, sure we are still the same on the inside but the cover was all that mattered to people. “I didn’t go back on anything. She forced herself on me.” Noah tried to defend himself. “And you certainly didn’t push her off you, you encouraged her and her bouncy petite figure when she certainly flew into your arms.” “She is a cheerleader and I just scored the touchdown, we were both excited. It was instinctive.” “Just like it is instinctive for the cheerleader and the q

He gave me an encouraging nod, and somehow, impossibly, I found my voice again. "I know I may not look it," I said, hating how my voice shook, "but I've always wanted to be a cheerleader. To represent our school this way. I always thought you all looked so—so cute in your uniforms, and it hurt when I would get told no year after year without even being given a chance to apply." "That's because you don't meet the requirements, nerd." Allison's voice was sharp, cutting. "How the hell are you gonna do a backflip with glasses on? You'll break your neck and sue the school."

"So the school is having a girls versus boys thing this Friday, and I want you to participate. I know you usually skip gym, but I had Dell talk to the teachers. They have no choice but to pass you if you do your work right." "Wait really?! Fuck yes!" I winced, I forgot my palm was bruised when pumped my fist up. "Yes. He says in return you have to addition for the cheer team." I slumped, leave it to Dell to encourage me to chase my dreams. I've been on the cheer team for the past three years as the captain, but I cannot remember that at all. This would all be new to me. I would need to practice, to reignite all that I've loved about cheering.

“Now, Cynthia. Take off your top.” Fear strangled me in its grip. I really, really did not want to do that. So I froze, deer in headlights, and couldn’t move. This only seemed to make Coach irate. “Cynthia. Do you want these pictures to turn out or don’t you?” I couldn’t speak. I shook my head. “Or, maybe I should ask… Do you want to stay on the cheerleading squad or not?” “…I do,” I managed.

“Let me go!” I shrieked like a banshee, my legs flailing midair as the man turned me around and began carrying me up the stairs I worked so hard to get down from. “That’s not an option for you and you know it,” Troy’s voice broke through the fear currently clouding my mind.

"We were but something came up and I had to bail. I hope she doesn't flake out on me I really need to pass that class or coach is going to bench me." "I'm sure she has a good reason." She looked around as if searching for her friend with a worried look creasing her brow. Across the way there was a group of very unhappy cheerleader types. I caught the glares and the upturned noses, but decided to keep it cool since I was going to be trying out for the squad later and didn't feel like dealing with the drama. I've been cheering since middle school and never had a problem making the squad, but I know how these things work. There's a hierarchy that rivals the royal houses of Europe when it comes