Forced To Be A Cheerleader Novels & Stories

I'm confused. “Who is Chancé Rhodes? One minute, you were comfortable being simple, and now you're embracing this new look perfectly. You know—for some people, it takes months, if not years, to embody it. But you…” He shakes his head, smiling. “You just do it effortlessly.” “I'm flattered. But I guess I've always had it in me. I just refused to accept it.” “Really?” I nod. “My mom and sister are the same. They were both cheerleaders. Popular in high school. My sister is my mom's mini-me. I didn't want to be in that scene.”

It's unfair and a nasty thing to say, as we all study really hard for our position in class. I'm currently the Captain of the Cheerleading team and Vice-President of the Student Council. My friends forced me to audition, seeing that I could actually dance. So, I did, and eventually got the position of the captain. I really like cheerleading because I love dance choreography. I didn't really have the choice back when I was in high school because Melissa and her group of friends formed a majority of the cheerleading team, so I never stood chance. I snap out from my thoughts as someone pinches my arms. I slap Daniel who is sitting next to me and say, "What did you pinch me for? It hurts like h

She said, I laughed, but our moment was interrupted by Chloe's presence. Her hands folded across her chest, “I noticed you applied to join the cheerleading club.” she said coolly. "And?” I raised a brow "And I'm declining your application right here.” I frowned, "You can't do that." “Why not? I'm the star of the cheerleading team. I say who joins and who doesn't. "I don't think it works like that.”Summer chimed in with a sneer. "No, it doesn't," added a voice. We all turned our heads. A boy I hadn't noticed sat there in a hoodie, glasses, and a calm but intense gaze. I recognized him instantly. He was the same guy Summer yelled at earlier in the hallway.

I said. “Hey, boss. Let’s hope your corny dance moves don’t get us embarrassed today,” Olivia said to Poppy, Claudia standing supportively next to her. Queen bee Olivia always called Poppy "boss" in a condescending manner. She had definitely tried to start her very own cheer squad, but the principal didn’t approve of it. She had to remain under Poppy’s command if she wanted to stay on the cheer team, and she wanted to because it was the only way she got to flaunt her flat-as-a-board belly in front of the football team.

How would I convince Maddy that I didn't want to join them and how did I not get informed of the game before now? "I know what you're thinking and you will perform. It's a type of rite where a new cheerleader has to be on their first game. So, on the field after school. We can't use the court because the boys will be practicing," Maddy said and started walking away with the cheerleaders. I stood with my mouth open in shock and my heart beating fast. The only thing I hoped for was that I did my best without embarrassing the school.

Irresistible. He's got to be at least six-foot-four, and I'm barely over five feet tall, and incredibly petite. I have to be, since I'm the girl at the top of the pyramid. I'm the girl getting tossed into the air to do flips. I'm the leader of the pack, and I'm good at what I do. Good enough, in fact, to get a full ride to mapletown College on a cheerleading scholarship. That also sets me apart from my classmates, who are all here to study and become scientists, professors, doctors, all those boring careers that brainy people do.

Every single person out there believes I stabbed Jennifer—like I’m some psycho who grabs a knife the second things don’t go her way. I’m not that person. I could never be that person. And over what? Asher? The stupid cheerleading team? Back then, being cheer captain was everything—every girl’s dream. I worked for it. I watched hours of gymnastics routines, dance practices, learned every move until my body ached. And after I finally made the team, I realized it wasn’t about being popular—it was endless work. Staying late for practice, shouting till my voice cracked, showing up at every football game even when my legs trembled from exhaustion.

I was born to be wild and untamed, but somehow Quinn had turned me into his personal sexual puppet. The only way to turn the tables was to hurt him severely enough in the octagon to make him cry. I had to teach him a lesson about who was in control. He was across from me and word had spread with Chester feeding their adrenaline induced hunger for blood. He was betting the farm on me. I wasn’t about to let him down. They gave us the green light and I went into a trancelike state. I blocked everything out and watched for that telltale sign of weakness in his arsenal.

"You have to do what I want, Teguh. Or if you don't, I can just expose your rottenness to your innocent nephew and wife!" "Couldn't find another one? I mean, I could give you lots of women?!" Burhan's eyes immediately darkened. He put down the original glass in his hand, causing a loud sound on the glass table in front of him. "Listen, Teguh. We've been working together for a year or two, and looking for satisfaction in any business. And I know, even this time, you can grant my wish. Besides, what's so hard about bringing that teenage girl? I entrust her to you!" Teguh also stood up because he had to convince his best friend.

Luz is naughty, no one can resist her cuteness. During these months I dedicated myself to learning how to be the First Lady, the wife of the Clan leader. Sherry, the woman Anthony had summoned to come from Italy to instruct me. Honestly, I have enjoyed being modest, at least in training, I feel powerful, capable of giving my opinion, being proud to have the position of the Leader's wife. The feeling of having power, of being someone, is intriguing. I improved my shooting skills, I even practiced fighting so I knew how to defend myself. I almost didn't kill Nicolas, he remains trapped in the headquarters, waiting for the day of his death, I know it will come soon.