Novel & Cerita Stereotypical Cheerleader

"Give her a few weeks, and she'll have the cheerleaders coming around to her way of thinking." "That's not exactly my top priority." I gazed down onto the field where I saw Sarah chatting with another girl. "And not all of the cheerleaders are so bad. Sarah, for instance. I like her." I shot Gia a quelling look. "And if we generalize about the cheerleaders, how are we any better than they are?"

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?”

"...Senna, Ashley, and Ruella, the captain of cheer squad hashtag the popular gals" *** Chloe paused for a minute or so. Remembering her connections with girls like them. They arent your typical average mean girls that just look pretty. They are multi threats so to call it for a reason they excel in everything. Chloe nodded her head at the pigtailed with a highbow with matching cheerlead uniform and white flat doll shoes as the other cheerleaders. "For example senna over there studied mixed combat and martial arts at the age of 4, archery, matching with her wit. Her glasses are due to the heritary exposure to the uv screen that made her eyes gradually worsen."

Felix was about to pack on the stupidity. "Fine, you had one of your cheerleaders do it," Felix counterthrust. Cheerleader was not a 'positive' A****n role model. Cheerleaders were women who promised sexual reward to male warriors that defeated their enemies (a bit of a biased view). The bipolar normal world reaction to cheerleaders aside, I knew cheerleaders were athletes who worked hard to pull off relatively complex routines. Telling the A****ns this was pointless. If any woman in this room had known a cheerleader before surrendering their old existence to become lethal man-killers, they probably didn't like them. If they had been a cheerleader, they were keeping their mouths shut.

While me? I am a cheerleader at our university. Tall because I am a half american. Campus queen if my fellow students call me. Many are jealous of me because of the number of men who want to flirt with me, but I don't really pay much attention to them because of Dom. And now that I’m free and ready to mingle, maybe I should entertain my suitors.

She is the very definition of a flower child. "Well, I vote we rock this year!" Cheers Selene, bouncing on her toes like an excited three year old who had eaten too much sugar. If there was someone I would classify as a cheerleader, it would be Selene... Only she despises the cheerleaders in our school. They are all snobs and Selene is just too cheerful.

Thank god she doesn't introduce me as her uncle because my thoughts about her are far from uncle-ish. I used to play football in high school, and while I'm still a fan of the sport, I don’t spare a glance at the field. I can’t tell you which team is winning or which players show the most potential because my eyes are glued on my princess the whole time. She's always front and center of the squad, leading them in their cheers, looking pretty as a button as she swings her hips, kicks her legs, and sashays around the field. She jumps up and down excitedly when the team scores a touchdown, shaking those pom-poms and flipping her ponytail all over the place. She dazzles the crowd with her gorgeou

Rachel raised her eyebrows and flashed an uneven smirk where one side of her smile was raised higher. Right on cue, a pack of fierce cheerleaders blossomed onto the field. Their uniform consisted of a black skirt and top with the creases of the skirt being white. There were symbols on the hem of their skirts but they were too small to decipher from where I was standing. They jogged and skipped gracefully with an unmatched amount of energy in their arms. This act alone caused an influx of loud encouragement from the crowd. The head cheerleader was the most confident with her movement and moved ahead of the other cheerleaders. She controlled the formation and my eyes widened once I realised wh

She’s the third and final cheer captain. Boys drool over her and fall at her feet. She’s the second most popular girl after Kylie. Samantha’s biggest belief is that the cheer captain and the quarterback belong together. Hence why she is always all over and constantly trying to get with Daniel. Samantha is a gorgeous brunette with brown eyes. She always has acrylics and would never walk out of her house in anything other than a dress or skirt. Samantha King is that girl. Hence why I’m not a fan of her.

Cheerleaders, the tall beautiful girls who have some aura around them of feeling themselves superior, and maybe it was just I'm who is thinking this because I know I can never be like that and it doesn't matter me being a playgirl is can match the standards of these cheerleaders. Soon, the anthem started playing the cheerleaders that were on the end side of the playground standing at the stage that was specially made up by only for them started doing their routine with what we say to the shimmery sparkly thing? Ah! Pom pom! I guess. Still, I can't make who is who? They have their back in our direction. Ok! I shouldn't have said this because what I was talking about is just a clueless assumpt