Taylor Swift Cheerleader Novels & Stories

Is it just pride in his little girl, or something else? "Lily, split higher!" yells Coach Tara, our advisor. I drop into a perfect cheerleader split, thighs spread wide on the grass, feeling the burn. The guys on the field whistle, but Daddy shoots them a glare that shuts them up fast. My bestie, Sarah, giggles beside me. "Your dad's so intense. Bet he'd kill anyone who touched you."

She just stood there, sputtering, before spinning on her heel and storming out, her cronies scrambling after her. Victory tasted sweet. Just as the adrenaline from the takedown began to fade, my phone buzzed in the pocket of my warm-up jacket. I pulled it out, my breath catching in my throat when I saw the name on the screen. Tyler: Just saw the cheer competition is up first. I'm rooting for you, Lee. Go show them why the Glitter Girls are the best, you're going to win.

She had something to say to us both. I rolled my eyes, and she sat beside me. Something had been weighing on my mind, and I decided to tell her now that I'd had the chance. I let out a deep sigh, then looked at Sally and signed, "Hey, are you going to drop out of the cheerleading team?" Sally raised an eyebrow and signed, "Why?" I explained, "The cheerleading leader, Yvonne, and her friends were saying that you can't be a cheerleader because you can't cheer. You can't talk. They keep talking shit about you and… ugh!"

Yeah, no. Before I could turn the other way, she grabbed my hand and tugged me forward. I couldn't protest because it would be a waste of time. "Hey, it's Zayne," work on your whispering, girls. Or maybe I just had quite a hearing. I sighed when the cheerleaders did what most teenage girls would. They pump up their chests and pull their top down to expose their tits. Irritating.

Most of the tables were already occupied by rich looking kids some of them typing away at their iPhones, others picking at their food or probably talking about whose Dad was richer or who bought the latest limited edition shoes. Leigh couldn’t stop herself from scoffing. In her opinion, they were highest circle of delinquents. She spotted the cheerleaders pretty fast given their uniform blonde hair -- yes, all of them had dyed their hair a shocking blonde-- and super tight crop top over jeans. Leigh wondered how anyone could breathe over something that tight, confining and damaging to the ribcage. She was still stewing over the damages of super tight tops to the ribs when she noticed one of

he states. “I wasn’t. I made the grades with little effort, and cheerleading opened more scholarship money for me. Don’t get me wrong, I was good at it, but I lived three very different lives.” I pause, not believing I’m about to share this. I find Jorge too easy to talk to. “In school, I focused. I contributed. As a cheerleader, I was loud, energetic, and creative.” I sit up and sip from my water bottle. “And the third Taylor, what was she like?” Jorge prompts me to continue.

“But hey, at least I got detention for standing up to some girls, Mia and Tasha, so I guess silver lining?” Maya's eyes widened at the mention of the nasty cheerleaders. “Mia Carter and Tasha Greene?” She asked and I shrugged. “I don’t quite remember their last names and to be honest I could care very less about that.” “Let me guess, Mia is the one with blonde hair, cheer captain, black eyes and mean smile?” “Yes that one.” “And Tasha is the one with short wavy pink dyed hair and light green eyes. Doesn’t really think for herself and follows after Mia?”

Tiffany wanted to cause a scene, a scene she will get not the one that she will expect but the one that will gather people attention anyway. Tiffany. Alyssa yells from afar. Uh oh, trouble has arrived and the way that Alyssa is walking it is clear that she came here ready for a war. Oh, you are here. Tiffany said with a smile as she turned around. Why did you come, you... " You are acting pathetic. Alyssa said as the other cheerleaders gasps. You are not allowed to insult your cheer mates. Tiffany stammers out. Really. You can open your mouth to say that, what insult can you give that is bigger than sleeping with a fellow cheer mate boyfriend? That is even on the handbook of cheer leaders. A

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.

The cheerleaders of both teams stood at opposite sides of the court, chanting loudly and dancing. Elena and Paige were leading the Golden High cheerleaders, dressed in their red and white cheerleading clothes. “I can't wait to see how this pans out.” Paige said with a wide smile. “At least when he's embarrassed enough, he'll back off of me.” Elena laughed. She couldn't wait to see Thiago all embarrassed in front of the whole school. “But do you think he'd do it? I mean, we both know he obviously won't get more points than Sylvester, he plays as Small Forward for crying out loud.”