Novel & Cerita Stereotypical Cheerleader

] The chat lit up with cheers and a parade of brown-nosing: Keith was a genius, the department unbeatable. Yvette even slid into my DMs with a smiley face. [Ella, don't be mad, okay? I'm just thinking of the team.] I forced a smile, left her on 'Read', and shut the chat. I had had enough.

He nodded at his friend who is also a freshman, but he is not a member of the football team. "Distract that guy" he pointed out at Neil and instructed his friend. His friend nodded and left to do what he was told to do. "Looks like I need to start my work" the head cheerleader smirked while looking at Hera. Justin smiled at her. He is misled in such a way that the cheerleader is thinking that Hera is doing all this to trap Kyle.

She left and soon a high-pitched giggle rang inside my ears. I turned around and saw Rebecca, my most hated enemy and the captain of the cheer squad and her croonies huddled in a corner laughing their heads off. Our eyes met and she whispered something to her minions before they straightened themselves out and strutted towards me. Rebecca, the witch in the middle, fit the cliché model of a mean, dumb cheerleader only after boys. Blonde hair turned and curled into massive locks that framed a delicate face, blue eyes, lip-glossed pink lips shielded sparkling white teeth that always had peppermint gum between them, a sleek, curvy body that drove guys gaga and legs that went on for miles.

It seemed like God didn't like seeing me rest for a minute. The group of female cheerleaders walked towards me with their bully smiles. Obviously, they look so haughty as they strut their stuff with their well-proportioned curves and trendy outfits. "Good morning, Ruth." She was the head cheerleader. Abby was a beautiful woman who was the envy of many boys. "Morning, Abby," I greeted. I tightened my grip on the straps of my backpack as she gripped my shoulders very firmly. I tried not to show a hurt expression because I knew it would make Abby enjoy hurting me even more.

"We were but something came up and I had to bail. I hope she doesn't flake out on me I really need to pass that class or coach is going to bench me." "I'm sure she has a good reason." She looked around as if searching for her friend with a worried look creasing her brow. Across the way there was a group of very unhappy cheerleader types. I caught the glares and the upturned noses, but decided to keep it cool since I was going to be trying out for the squad later and didn't feel like dealing with the drama. I've been cheering since middle school and never had a problem making the squad, but I know how these things work. There's a hierarchy that rivals the royal houses of Europe when it comes

“Yes.” “What does she look like?” I kept it cool, opening the fridge and pulling out the chicken legs I had bought for dinner. I didn’t want to act like I was too interested. That would only make him shut down. “She’s a cheerleader for basketball and plays softball. She’s got long brown hair and really pretty brown eyes.” I nodded, my back to him. I didn’t want him to see me smiling. I couldn’t let on that I was enjoying our conversation. “Sounds nice. Good family?”

But in my school, Pendleton high, this cafe is like considered to be the only spot where you can find the most popular group from school. On one table, you have the cheerleaders that were ogling at the hot barista that personally went over to their table just to get their order. No surprises there. The cheerleaders from my school are not those typical ones that parades around in their tight fitting cheer leading uniform with pompoms in their hands. These girls are like considered to be the baddest thing in town. With their makeup and hot and badass outfits and the fact that majority of them are daughters of the most well known gang leaders in Los Angeles, they get noticed where ever they are

What was it with parents or family members not paying each other when they were working for them? I sighed, turning away from them towards the sound of laughter. Of course, the cheerleaders. Ok, I know how every movie portrays the cheerleaders to always hate the nerds. Yeah in my school, they just didn't care about anyone but themselves, oh except for the football guys. And while they weren't exactly mean they weren't the nicest either, they always fix make ups after each class. I mean this is school not a runway fashion house. They laughed again with their high-pitched voices, twirling this hair and raising their already short skirts higher. I turned away quickly before they decided to disc

A mischievous smile graced her lips — there was no way Amber would be able to turn her down after saying this. “Amy, do you know cheerleading will give you the opportunity to see Axel up close during the games?” Amber interest piqued as she finally faced Melissa. “What do you mean?” Melissa held her hand. “Cheerleading isn’t just about dancing in cool and beautiful outfits or getting to hang out with cool and gorgeous girls—” “Get to the point, Mel.” Amber rolled her eyes. Melissa chuckled. “Being a cheerleader means you have to stand a little close to the players and cheer for them. Cheerleaders are mainly supposed to raise team spirits.”

Hands tucked in his pocket. “Slut, you got what you deserved. A scholarship student trying to match heads with your benefactors. Everyone knew you were going to be thrown to the curb anytime soon, you piece of trashy Charity.” One of the cheerleaders who had apologized to me just yesterday taunted. I’m not surprised though. This people switched up so fast.