Stereotypical Cheerleader Novels & Stories

I hear she has a fancy house in one of those popular estates and she stays alone. The field goes quiet as the cheerleaders of the other team troop in. The other part of the field erupts in a cheer. Whistles blow. Claps and hoots ripple through the stadium. They finish their routine and Carlton’s High cheerleaders take over. I push two fingers into my mouth and blow aggressively when Amelia walks in with the other cheerleaders. She is graceful in her uniform. I don’t stop clapping until they finish.

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

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.

My eyes darted around the gym as I watched guys gush over how sexy the cheer team were. Not to lie, they were all hot, including the guys, with the hottest one being Valerie, the cheer captain and my nemesis. I could not help but glare at her with jealousy brimming in my heart; Valerie was the queen of Ravers High School. She was the typical blonde queen bee that was super rich. As much as I hate her at times I wished I had her perfect body so that I would be out there with them. I love cheerleading, but unfortunately, I wasn't built for it.

The laughter of the cheer squad girls echoed down the hallway . I kept my head down as always, clutching onto my books tightly to my chest as I walked faster, praying to be useen by my usual prey, but unfortunately luck wasn't really on my side today. The group of girls from the cheer leading squad blocked my path near the lockers. They were the usual bullies around here., and they loved picking on me. They were also like everything I wasn't and always wished to be; pretty, popular, and sexy, the basically had all the hot boys at arms length. They were really cruel when they smelled weakness which meant I was like their number one predator around here.

In high school, we played volleyball, basketball, softball, and I was even a cheerleader. We weren't the best players, but we did it mostly because people doubted that we could. We were always getting stereotyped, as lazy big girls, that only eat and sleep. We were especially looked at when we tried out for cheerleading. They were shocked to see a big girl try out at all, but by the end of it I made the team. I was actually good at it, really good. In fact I was asked to coach our community squad, which I did for about three years and my girls were really good they made the paper and even won first prize in college level talent shows all three years.