Taylor Swift Cheerleader Novels & Stories

After grabbing a Gatorade, I made my way up to them and introduced myself. "Hey T—I heard you fucked Braden, right?" One of the team's midfielders, Frankie Ronald, was the one who posed the question. I smirked, rolled my eyes, and nodded. I responded, "Yeah," as I sat down in the seat next to Maxwell and dropped down next to him. “So?” Robin spat out the words, "Williams has fucked every cheerleader on the squad," referring to the cheerleading squad. "Jealous," I yelled in response to him. In addition to that, that is not the case. Some of them did nothing but blow smoke in my face.

As always, people glanced my way intrigued, partly scared, and the rest puzzled at how Cassain could be so devoted to me. I noticed my friends seated at our table, yet before I reached halfway there, a few people obstructed my way. Cheerleaders. An entire squad of them. Looking like storm clouds with an overpowering smell of coconut oil. At the heart of it all stood Alyssa Chadwell. Leader of the rival team’s cheerleaders, girlfriend of the quarterback, who once attempted to ask me on a date and seemingly the head of Poor Decisions Incorporated. She crossed her arms. Flashed me a charming poisonous grin.

Before he could respond, she was already opening a bottle of sunscreen from her bag. Hazel noticed it too, she instantly looked away from their direction and faced me. I understood that it won't be easy for her to face the new challenge Tiffany was throwing at us Tiffany, of course, made a show of it, pulling Trey’s shirt over his head, smoothing the lotion all over his shoulders with her fingers lingering and laughing at something he said. She had finally gotten his attention but that didn't stop him from stealing glances at us. Every move made by Tiffany was meant to be seen. I mean those were the silent code of every cheerleader especially the captain, it pretty the same thing we do on th

he said. She grimaced. “That freak? I know of her.” Behind the girl, the other cheerleaders turned to watch what was going on. “Where is she?” Kyle asked. The girl shrugged. “How should I know?” she said. Kyle lunged forward and grabbed her, hauling her above his head. The other girls began to scream. “If any of you know where Scarlet Paine is,” Kyle shouted at them, “you sure as hell better speak up now.” The cheerleaders cowered. The girl Kyle was holding above his head squirmed. Only one of the watching girls was brave enough to say anything.

Tiffany Being a cheerleader in high school taught me the number one lesson in life: never back out. Never bail on a flip, and as cheesy as this sounded, trusting your teammates—or rather, your squad mates—was the most important thing in showbiz. Of course, this was no showbiz, but it was next to it. After what happened at the soirée, there was no way I could back down. Especially not after everything.

Thank goodness, there's one of them who thinks the right way. “Look, we're sorry if we bothered you, but my name's Leanne, captain of the squad.” Said the redhead and just smiled at me warmly. Okay, I just sat there and stared at them with my blinking eyes because it happened really fast. Are cheerleaders always this snappy? Or do they have super speed abilities just like me? “Ummm, so... you are?” The three of them asked while pointing at me. “Oh, sorry. The name's Blair.” I answered and looked at them one by one, and their smiles were not fading. Aren't they tired of always smiling like that? Maybe it's a cheerleader thing.

She was all set to cheer as she had been the head cheer leader back in her school days. "No, Jess. I'm not wearing that dress especially when it has his name on it." Anya cried out trying to remove her hand from her grip. "Wait. Maybe you shouldn't." Tash said as she walked forward to them. "That way we could piss him off. I mean he'll see all of us cheering for our partners and then he'll see that his partner is not cheering for him." "And that will definitely make him mad." Viola joined in excitedly.

Irresistible. He's got to be at least six-foot-four, and I'm barely over five feet tall, and incredibly petite. I have to be, since I'm the girl at the top of the pyramid. I'm the girl getting tossed into the air to do flips. I'm the leader of the pack, and I'm good at what I do. Good enough, in fact, to get a full ride to mapletown College on a cheerleading scholarship. That also sets me apart from my classmates, who are all here to study and become scientists, professors, doctors, all those boring careers that brainy people do.

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?”

She stood beside me, making me look very cheap close to her Chanel short dress and denim jacket. "I'm fine," I replied and she nodded. "Don't worry, I'll try to stay around you today. Also, I was thinking of you joining the cheer squad," Maddy said and my eyes widened. "Are you serious?" I asked, shocked at her offer. Maddy was the head of the cheer squad and she was offering such a huge thing. I thought over it since it meant I would come out of the promise I made to myself about being unknown. "Yes. I just feel you're cheerleading material and I need a great friend beside me. I'm tired of the fake people around me even though I have to still fake being friends with them for formality's sak