Goth Cheerleader Novels & Stories

What the? Why is he looking at one of the cheerleaders?!

The one which spells out a cheerleader and soccer player must date. I'll just do what I came here for then leave which is finding Dylan. "Are you lost, little girl?" Paula asked, her voice coming behind me. No time for this. I ignored her, moving further inside silently searching for him. "You can leave now." She commands, I can hear her trailing behind me. Who wears heels after dancing as a cheerleader? Well, Paula does. It's not much of a school day, she's also the self acclaimed queen bee.

They scream as if excited at every stroke of our bodies. At university, we are called “5BITCH’S”. That name is popular especially among men. Who wouldn't be interested when they heard that name? We consist of five members. Sidney Laurent, a model, second Sapphire Reichmann, a vlogger, third Sunny Adams, the queen of TikTok, fourth Skye Fridman, the queen of online games and of course me, Serena Dawson, the queen of the campus. Aside from the fact that I always want to be with my stupid ex basketball player boyfriend, dancing is really my hobby so I entered the world of cheerdancing.

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.

There were only a small number of them entering this secret campus and maybe two looked like football players. A girl nudged her elbow and sat down next to her. “Hey there, my name’s Vanessa, I’m co-leader of the cheerleaders of the Lions, you look like what we’re looking for?” Quinn pursed her lips together looking over the bleached blond in her short flared skirt and tight blouse with a judging glare. “Ah…no offense but…” “You look like the type…” Vanessa rudely interrupted Quinn’s rejection. “Are you a dancer or something?”

With a hmph, she stormed off to go be with the other cheerleaders, who took her in like a sad orphan and glared at me while they comforted her; but I only cared about finding Nina. I scanned the crowd, thankful for my height as I quickly spotted Nina’s black braids bobbing away, and went after her. “Nina!” I called, but she didn’t hear me over the crowd. “Nina! Wait!” She didn’t turn around. In fact, it seemed that she was headed toward someone entirely different altogether.

But then again, we juniors at the time never got to hear the whole story about what really went down to stop their enmity. “Heather Greene was a tyrant,” Siobhan laughed. “She only let stick, anorexic figures into the cheer squad. Remember how mean she was to her cousin Helen because she was plus size? I changed that as cheer captain, Jessica, you can be a cheerleader if you want to as long as you put in the effort to deserve the spot and you’re not weird,” she cut an oblivious Carla a sharp glance. Jessica seemed to be thinking about what she said. God, I can’t get over how beautiful she is. She even got hotter. Her heeled boots snuggling her calves, her black dress hugging her full-toned c

Junior Year Osprey (A week Later) Elena skipped down the stairs wearing a skintight, short black dress, with her dual-colored eyes glinting excitedly. I groaned. She was too excited for this party tonight. She was determined to come home with a name she had already made for herself. I had no idea why she wanted to be a cheerleader, but it was what it was. She would excel as one. She was bendy and had the nauseating peppy energy that they all had. Raul eyed her outfit.

Standing in front of it was Gwen McRae with her minions. I don't think I've formally introduced you all to the perfect and cliche queen bee, and leader of the cheerleaders. Gwen had blonde curly hair. With bright evil blue eyes. She wore the signature school cheer uniform, sane as her minions. Kate who was German with blonde hair, she hardly spoke because of her thick accent. To Gwen's left was Mina, an Asian girl, with small black eyes and black straight hair. I never talked to Gwen much mostly because we weren't in the same clique, but once in a while she liked to pick on me and Clary. And we couldn't do anything about it. Because her pack would pounce on us like a lion to his prey.

"My favorite team has a bout tonight. It's actually a double header, but I wanted to go to see High Rollers battle it out against Bone Breakers." "I take it you're a High Rollers fan?" She blushed a warm shade of embarrassment, and her eyes softened in the cutest way. "Actually, I'm a Grim D. Mise fan. She happens to be a High Roller." "What's a Grim D. Mise? Keep in mind, I know nothing about roller derby."