Stereotypical Cheerleader Novels & Stories

The rest of the squad surrounded me, looking at my paper. "Actually, I'm having a hard time choosing a sport that will suit me perfectly." I answered with a heavy sigh, "What sport will you partake, guys?" "Mine's cheerleading. I've been leading the cheering squad ever since." Celine snickered with a mischievous smirk. "Wow~" I was in awe. Well, it suits to her, by the way. She's perfect for that position. She's tall, sexy and charismatic. No wonder she's the leader!

The stands were a sea of red and gold, parents, students, and alumni screaming as the Ridgefield Ravens fought tooth and nail against their rivals, the Westfield Wolves. At the center of it all, leading the cheer squad with flawless energy, was Emily Harper, the golden girl of the school. Eighteen, head cheerleader, straight-A student, and the picture of wholesome perfection. Her long blonde ponytail bounced with every jump, her tight red-and-gold uniform hugging her toned athletic body: perky C-cup breasts straining against the crop top, a flat stomach flashing with every flip, and a short pleated skirt that barely covered her firm, round ass. Her long legs were sculpted from years of pract

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.

I sit there, nodding politely, as Martinez drones on and on about his daughter’s cheerleading career, detailing her rise to the top, her knee injury, her bitter rivalry with some other squad, and the sacrifices they’ve made along the way. Why do I feel like I’m trapped in a soap opera? Finally, the halftime show begins. A sudden burst of excitement from the crowd fills the stadium, sending waves of energy and noise that do nothing but make my headache worse. Two rows of girls—cheerleaders—step onto the field. One side is in blue, the other in pink. Of course, Martinez’s daughter is in blue. No doubt about it.

I asked. "Sorry Sapphire, you know how demanding the makeup is when you're a cheerleader." She said, pouting. "I wouldn't even wish." I mumbled, as she hit off to the road. "Oh come on! It's not that bad. Cheer leading is really fun. Who gets to officially flaunt their body in school?" "Cheerleaders?" I asked, like it wasn't obvious already. "Exactly." She said. "That's the point. You don't have to create any speculations that you're doing it for your crush."

Oh yes, love the pace, you fucking member, she moaned. What’s all this? I suddenly found the right words to say. Thought you will never ask, Celyn said standing up, while she fixed her boobs into her top back. This is the cheerleading group, she announced. I know everyone here is a member but can you explain all this? Just so you know, the cheerleading group is just a disguise, this is what we do. We sexualize, explore, have fun and satisfy our sexual urges. You must have felt turned up by seeing all this, she stated.

Mom turns to see me. She observes my black tank top and blue mini skirt. I watch her eyes lower to my black high-heeled boot. "You look like a stripper," she says. "Mom. I'm a cheerleader now. I can't afford to dress like a nobody," I grumble. "Go upstairs and change now, or I won't allow you to be a part of that cheerleading team!" Soberly, she says as her hand points upstairs. I throw the banana on the kitchen counter and stomp my feet hard, returning to my room.

Of course, that doesn't make me love her any less. It's just, at times, Zoe is a stereotypical cheerleader. And the rest of the cheerleaders too. And they expect me to be like them. I've tried so hard. To be a 'queen bee'. To fit in. I've seen the way they treat people or how they behave. And I don't like it.

She has done the same with the previous ones. Tyler woke up from her sleep and checked the time, it was already 6:30 pm and the party would be starting around seven o'clock, he snorted, undressed, and entered the bathroom, if not because of his horny self caused by Nora's sexual-molestation he won't be bothered about going to any party of those cheerleaders, he chuckled from his thoughts, he calls them cheerleaders not because they look like cheerleaders but because they are all slim with curvy waists, pretty and his type. But they are cheerleaders though because they are the female members of the male teams, the males are the jocks whilst the girls are their female team members, that was ho

Shawn quirked a brow before hearing the clicking of heels behind him. The cheerleader plopped next to him with an intentional flick of her long black ponytail, dark blue eyes, and a forced smirk. "Hey. I'm Kayley!" "Shawn," he replied with a thin grin, Kayley grinned even wider. "So me and my gal pals thought to ourselves and we were like; 'oh my god, you look soo cute.' And cute guys have an all-access pass to sit with the Queenz. And not to be annoyed by this—drenched out, ginger ale broad." She said with a bouncy high voice, but hiding a venomous tongue, like all cheerleaders.