Goth Cheerleader Novels & Stories

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.

"So, by that rationale, if Grace Dawson decided tomorrow she wanted to give you her virginity, you'd say no because you two grew up together? You know, since your parents are best friends?" Grace was the head cheerleader and queen shit on turd hill in our high school. She was also gorgeous and had done some print modeling last year. In other words, so far out of our league we weren't even playing the same game. "Totally different." Ethan shook his head and turned his mouth down. "We lived in separate houses."

Isabella scoffed, packing her makeup in her kit and angrily leaving the restroom. "She's just paranoid," Gloria rolled her eyes, and they all followed her. •••••••••••••• CHEER FIELD••••• The cheerleaders danced in rhythm with their pom-poms while chanting Briar's usual victory song. A woman, dressed as a stud, sat on a bench and watched them. "Coach Naomi, sorry I'm late. The electricity in the female restroom was bad, and my straightener was not working perfectly," Isabella walked in, dressed as a cheerleader with her crop shirt, flare skirt, canvas, and long socks.

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"

Too busy involved in their mindless gossip in a world that probably only existed in their airy heads. I know what you’re thinking. Wow, hate cheerleaders much? And I would yes, absolutely yes. I blame Veronica Hale, she was head cheerleader at my old school and number one on my hit list if I ever turned into an assassin. She was the ultimate cliché of a head cheerleader that not even Netflix could compete with. Ally and I, silently watched as they did their business and left.

Rude. I shifted my feet, feeling lower than dirt. Celyn was wearing a dark green gown and a white and yellow jacket with a black snarling wolf in its middle -the school’s mascot was an angry wolf?”. It was the exact same jacket jerkface’s cronies had been wearing. Either her boyfriend was a jock or she was a cheerleader. Was there a rule that said jocks and cheerleaders have to be so godamnful of themselves? Incase they aren't aware, after college, they were nobodies again, just like the rest of us.

I don’t think anyone saw it coming. I, Terrell Gladson, was at least the most surprised. When the beautiful raven-haired cheerleader shifted her first time, we all knew, just knew, that she and Gavin were mates. But her scent… it drove me mad. I could smell her showering, in her house, over a mile away. She was the beauty queen, and it surprised no one that everyone loved her. Her sleek white smile. Her graceful, anvil cut calves. Her soft tanned skin glimmering in the sunlight.

I told her sheepishly. "Oh?" Cher frowned in surprise. "Kai." Quinn called out and I turned around to see the four royals stepping towards me. "Uh, Kai? Who the heck are these hotties?" Cher demanded with a low whisper. I simply grinned at her. "Guys, meet the best cheerleader in the world, Cher. Cher, this is Drew, Quinn, Jacks and Dan."

he said. She grimaced. “That freak? I know of her.” Behind the girl, the other cheerleaders turned to watch what was going on. “Where is she?” Kyle asked. The girl shrugged. “How should I know?” she said. Kyle lunged forward and grabbed her, hauling her above his head. The other girls began to scream. “If any of you know where Scarlet Paine is,” Kyle shouted at them, “you sure as hell better speak up now.” The cheerleaders cowered. The girl Kyle was holding above his head squirmed. Only one of the watching girls was brave enough to say anything.

A cheerleader must stay beautiful at all times after all. Hestia, not having luck of getting more info about her target, headed to the gymnasium, hoping that she could study her target there and hopefully, interact with him. While walking to the gymnasium entrance, she saw someone familiar. The same black hair and red eyes, the red bandana— it's the Student Council President. 'Good, another hindrance, another trouble. What a day.' She thought as the President waved and smiled at her.