Taylor Swift Cheerleader Novels & Stories

“Still holding on to the thing I gave you?” “Of course.” She smirks, lowering her voice to an amused whisper. “I always have it on me.” “Good.” I let go of her. She kisses me one last time and goes bounding down the steps. As soon as she leaves, Sarah Jones slides into the seat next to mine. “I still can’t believe you’re dating a cheerleader,” she teases, poking my rib with her elbow. Nothing pisses me off more than careless familiarity. And Sarah is a current offender.

It didn’t help that she could still remember the outline of his sculpted body. Staring now, his clothes did little to accentuate how built he actually was. Damn it, she was getting all distracted these days. “I’m sorry, sir,” She said, emotionless and curt. “Being the head cheerleader of Silver Lake’s cheer squad means I tend to have my schedule full more often than not.” “In summary, cheer activities have made avoiding me much easier.” Her breath hitched, eyes narrowing. “Why would I ignore you?” “You tell me,” He leaned forward, face frighteningly close to her. “Why deflect from the elephant in the room?”

UGH! I felt a prickle in my eye, a telltale sign that I was about to cry. I kept backing up as my legs began to wobble in every step but the next thing hadn't prepared me for the worst. Why? Because an all too familiar whiny screechy voice called out my now ex-boyfriend's name. "Craig baby!" Oh god. I spun around and saw Shelly, the Head Cheerleader and school slut bouncing up to us. Well, to Craig anyway.

Too busy involved in their mindless gossip in a world that probably only existed in their airy heads. I know what you’re thinking. Wow, hate cheerleaders much? And I would yes, absolutely yes. I blame Veronica Hale, she was head cheerleader at my old school and number one on my hit list if I ever turned into an assassin. She was the ultimate cliché of a head cheerleader that not even Netflix could compete with. Ally and I, silently watched as they did their business and left.

she asked, crossing her arms over her big chest. "Are you stupid?!" I shouted at her. "I'm going to move the party next week. Winning this game is more important to me. Do you hear me, Bailey?!" "I can't believe this," she cried out. "You're breaking our cheerleader's oath." "No, I'm not breaking any oath. Didn't you hear what I said? I'm just going to move the party next week." "Wait!" Tiana spoke between our banter. "I don't think there is a cheerleader's oath. This is my first time hearing about this. Is there really an oath?"

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

Breaking away from the kiss, Tiffany whispered, "You're so sexy, Adrian. Can we do a little more or do you need to go for it? Can you hold me up? Am I too heavy?" I remembered Tiff was often placed at the top of the pyramid during cheers. She was a flyer. Other girls and the random guys on the cheer squad threw her around all the time. I wasn't a huge jock, but I could toss her for sure. No way was I going to even think about her being too heavy for me to lift. "I got you. Whatever you want." Tiffany let go of my neck to reach under her skirt for her panties. She pulled them down her thighs before letting them fall over her knees to the ground. Stepping out of them, she kicked the scrap of l

“Please get out of my way. I learned Taekwondo, and I don’t mind getting violent on my first day.” One of her minions chuckled. The leader’s eyes narrowed. “Do you know who you’re talking to?” she snapped. I tilted my head, studying her more closely. Yeah. Definitely the girl from the restroom. The one Brad had pressed against the sink. “Hello, Stacey Carter,” I replied sweetly, reading the vibe. “Head cheerleader and girlfriend of Brad Walker, right? I’ll think twice before ‘seducing’ him.” Stacey’s face flickered with surprise that I knew her name, but she recovered quickly, stepping closer. “I'm happy that you know that. So back off. He’s mine.”

My wolf also felt drawn to her from the very moment we set our eyes on her, and I’d like to know more about her. “So what do you enjoy doing as fun?” I asked her as we walked through the mall together with Camille walking in front of us leading the way to any store. “I enjoy reading..” She said simply, but I guess being a tutor says a lot about her already. Damon wouldn’t hire someone not smart enough to give out knowledge. I nodded. “Are you into anything else?” I asked. “Yh.. I’m a cheerleader at the mooncrest.” Only the pretty girls get to be on cheerleading teams. I can attest to that. We also have pretty cheerleaders in my pack.

His tone of voice and words tells me that he wants to join them, but his facial expression says so otherwise. But now, I have a bigger problem than Cayden doing drugs. "Cayden, you idiot! Throw away your food wrappers!" ▲▽▲▽▲▽▲ "Janet, that bitch." Haylee hissed. "Follow me." Zoe and the other cheerleaders shrugged and followed her anyway. Although I'm still confused as to why she's so angry, I tagged along. You know the stereotypical queen bee and her minions following behind her? It's basically in every movie and storybook. Well, that's basically us right now.