Novel & Cerita Riverdale Cheerleading

“Be kind to yourself, Kayla. I think you’re beautiful, and I bet your mate will love every curve that you hate when you look in the mirror.” “That’s really sweet of you.” Her cheesy smile makes her eyes squinty. “I’m not a sports person, but I love music. I play the violin and teach free lessons. Sometimes I go paddleboarding at Crystal Lake, but I’m not allowed to go by myself. Wanna come with me sometime?” “Paddleboarding? I’ve never tried it. Is it like surfing?” “I’ve never been surfing, so I wouldn’t know.” “What?! Bruh, when my boards get here, we have to take a day trip to the beach.”

she chuckled. He had to be flawless or else as the rules said, mispronunciation or omission of any word in the lyrics could lead to disqualification. “You should be more concerned about Aira losing to Chester’s hot dance moves,” Ryder smirked. “I can’t wait to watch you two crazy hussies pole dance and give a lap dance to each other on Zane at the club tonight,” he chuckled. Joy snorted and stuck her tongue out childishly at him.

I was surprised to see so many people in the bleachers. "Why are there so many people here?" I asked Scarlett as she walked over to us. "You forget what a small town is like, cousin. This is hot entertainment." Scar smiled. Cassy and I looked at each other with alarm which Scar saw. "Don't worry. You two will do great." she reassured us but I still felt nervous. Scarlett and another cheerleader taught us a simple cheer and then let us practice for a few minutes. Then we all did the cheer on our own. I think that I did alright but Cassy was perfect. I smiled at her as she sat back down.

She mouthed at me before shaking her hold and grabbing Colson who shivered beside her. "Everyone's hating me because of you," I whispered to Henry who chuckled and put his hand over my shoulders pulling me close. "And lastly, Leopard fr football with Lucy from cheerleading," Mrs Smith said happily earning a glare from Mrs Eve who left Jane to stand with the rest of the coaches. "Mr Dave would take the practice from here while Mrs Eve and I would assist. Please behave girls," Mrs Smith turned to us, giving me a thumbs up. "And girls, crush them!" Mrs Eve yells and the rest of the cheerleaders yell, raising those pom poms in those hands and shaking it violently before turning to us, and smirki

{Filthy Rebound} Ruby Miller looked at her phone screen until the bright light hurt her eyes. On her social feed, the Brentwood cheer squad was live-streaming from a VIP booth at a rival club. They were laughing, flipping their hair in the air, and enjoying expensive cocktails that caught the flashing lights. She quickly typed a message to Anna, the only girl on the team who still answered her. 'Why wasn't I invited? Is Sheryl there?' The reply came seconds later, a rough edge of text.

Richard was easy to work with. ****** Rayvan's POV Today, our basketball team was playing against Ravenshade University. Since I was still under suspension, I wasn’t on the court. Just a benched player, watching from the sidelines. The cheerleaders were getting ready. Most guys drooled over them—they were the so-called “ideal” girls every guy wanted. But not the P-Boys. Our standards were higher. Pretty faces weren’t enough. A girl needed presence, uniqueness, strength. Something... more.

Even then, I’d banged my knee on one of the other girls’ shoulders and had a big bruise. Still, part of being a cheerleader is selling it. As we began the cheer, I stepped into position. “Give me a V!” we all shouted, and thanks to Elliott, we got a huge response. “Give me an I!” They all did as instructed, and we did our movements, continuing to spell “victory,” something we would not be getting tonight for sure. On the R, I put my first foot up into Jessica’s intertwined fingers. On the Y, I swung up my other foot over to Rachel. We all shouted “Victory!” and they pushed me up toward the ceiling. I raised my pompons and shouted, “Victory! Victory! SHS!” Holding the pose for a split second,

Looking outside the window, my orbs scanned the ground where the girls were practicing the cheer dance. Today our school---Rainwood High; had a swimming tournament with the rival school. Sighing, I looked back at the teacher who was babbling about god knows what. “Ms. Vidal, care to repeat what I just said?” Miss Hale, the history teacher asked. The entire class became eerily quiet. Arching an eyebrow, I leaned back on my seat. Tsking, I shook my head in a no.

The cheerleaders on the side of the field do cartwheels and summersaults cheering loudly and waving their pompoms. Hannah and I do a high five and hug, Sam joins in on the hug and before we know it we’re jumping around in a group hug, the excitement is contagious, the girls behind us scream loudly, shouting “Go Hawks!” “Good one Babe!” Hannah yells blowing kisses and making a video to post on her story later. “Oh My God that was a good one” The girls behind us say something about giving Wells a blow job for that move in the locker rooms later. I seconded that, not the oral part but a pat on the back for the job well done.

The boys slap their helmets and shoulder pads against each other, while some silently make the sign of the cross from head to chest. As we approach the pitch, the Greystone Cheerleading Team, led by Ivy Watson, make their way off the field and down the tunnel, with a few students following behind. Among them, I spot Hayley, with Corey right behind her. They stop briefly to greet Shane and he whispers something to Hayley—something that wrings a deep, beautiful smile from her.