Stereotypical Cheerleader Novels & Stories

They are three, I can totally see through this ‘Queen bees’, they look like a bunch of dumb girls, one in the middle, which with the looks of it must be their leader, and the other two by her side, her minions. I do wonder whether this things change, the cheerleader, the jocks, the bullies, the minions, like can this people not try to change history, must everything be cliché always. From movies, this will be the part that they will try to assert their dominance to the new girl. Bunch of dumb idiots, they think I am like their normal weak nerdy girl, I might be nerdy but not weak.

And Sarah is a current offender. “What’s so bad about dating cheerleaders?” I really do not want to talk about this. I want to ask about the upcoming purple spears club, specifically the end of semester get together. “I never said there was anything wrong with it. I just never pictured you being the type to fall for one.” She’s looking at me in a weird sort of way. “I don’t know. You just look like the top that would be into someone different. Someone preppy.” “Like you?” I muse, holding her eyes. I stare hard, long enough for her cheeks to flush.

"Not leather too bondage like. I like them obeying, but I don't want to do a lot of bondage stuff. I'm looking for something that they can wear all the time so either semi precious or precious metal?" "So, are these girls classy, sporty, or maybe at your age, gothic?" Gio laughed. "Well, one of them is forty and then the other two are more classy than sporty. Well, that's not completely true one of them is a cheerleader." That stopped the older sales clerk in her track. "You've scored a Cougar, a cheerleader and all three classy? Honey, you must be something really special!" Gio shook his head. "Not really, just umm a bit bigger than normal."

“That’s not what I’m doing. I understand why Christine likes him—and why plenty of other girls do too. He’s handsome, he has a nice smile… he’s just not my type.” “Mmm. The only thing you haven’t said yet is that he has nice handwriting, but otherwise, fair enough.” “And he’s captain of the football team.” “That actually explains a lot,” she said solemnly. A second later she frowned, clearly taking another one of her famous mental detours. “Why is there such a cliché about cheerleaders and football players, anyway? I refuse to believe it’s genuine love of the sport. I bet Christine doesn’t even understand football. Wait… is cheerleading considered a sport?”

The school's band plays this upbeat music in between demonstrations, and the drumline plays along as well that made the entire place livelier and very loud but I was just watching and highly uninterested. The whole school was starting to cheer along and having the so-called team spirit in supporting our school’s teams. The cheerleaders all looked so pretty and slim with there itty-bitty skirts that almost showed their asses to which they didn’t really care about. Avery was in front and center as always. Smiling, waving and blowing kisses while her straight blond hair was tied into a ponytail.

So I’m not going in there. The cheer leading squad. More like another dance club, I guess. It was just mixed with using your loud voice and some props like pompoms and mini skirts. Freeda, Lia, and Elyzz got into that club so there is no way that I’m going to list my name next to them.

She wanted to be the next captain of the cheerleading squad. Stella, the smallest group member, is an aggressive and vicious character. If she doesn't like you, she won't bother being nice to you. Stella is also impolite. She's the Vice Mayor's daughter, so she's acting high and mighty. She's okay with it.

At this point, every demand from him is annoying, and every moment we spend together feels like an obligation. After I've brushed my teeth and thick hair, I put on my cheerleading uniform and head down the stairs. First, let me introduce myself. My name is Nevaeh Rivera; I'm a senior at Arcata High. I am the cheerleading team captain, dance, choir, president of the student council, and Social Committee. Let's just say that I'm a very busy girl. I live in a small town called Arcata, located in California. My dream is to be a writer, so I'm super smart. My greatest assets are my long brown hair and deep golden eyes. I've been told that my hair has a natural wave to it that girls go to the salo

His eyes moved from my face to my feet and back. He was just staring at me intently for the first time, and it made me somewhat conscious of what I had worn. I was in the ridiculous cheer one-piece dress. Lia had made it compulsory to be worn today as she said it would identify the cheerleaders easily. Also, the fact that everyone believed it was only airheads who were cheerleaders, she wanted to prove them all wrong. She wanted them to see cheerleaders were smart, too. Although it wasn't necessary for me for her to want to prove everything that was said, I had to follow her commands, or else I wished to be kicked out of the team.

Yeah, nervous gay laughter. "Wow, I just noticed... You all there are gays. Damn! Kelsey, Cassidy, and Aidan. Cool! And, all of us here on the other side are straights. Mhmm." The cheerleader let out and I just held my laughter as well as Cass who nudged me. No, that's not true, honey. Only two of you here are straight girls.