Taylor Swift Cheerleader Novels & Stories

The youngest member, Taylor Lark, sent a shocked emoji and wrote, "If she's saying that, does that mean she knows we're planning to use it for the competition?" The team leader, Sylvester Wallace, was dismissive of this notion. He texted, "What are you panicking for? She says she's reminding us. Who does she think she is, putting on that high-and-mighty act? She's just afraid she won't get a single cent, so now she's freaking out and trying to scare us." Another male teammate, Zander Stewart, chimed in right away, "Sylvester's right. She just doesn't want to see us win using her stuff. She wants to look all impressive and indispensable."

So I’m not going in there. The cheer leading squad. More like another dance club, I guess. It was just mixed with using your loud voice and some props like pompoms and mini skirts. Freeda, Lia, and Elyzz got into that club so there is no way that I’m going to list my name next to them.

It stopped just above her knees and she wore knee-high boots to match, her hair was styled perfectly and her makeup was exquisite. The best part of it all was that she dressed me up in the same way she did. She wanted us to be called Cool Divas for the rest of the day but deep down, I knew it was because she didn’t want to be overshadowed by her rivals as she often called them. They were the cheerleaders on Tyler’s sports team and they hated her with a passion and she returned it in equal measure. “Come on, let’s get going before Tyler comes in here and carries us out,” I said as I pulled her toward the door.

My mother was concerned that I would reveal their secrets, and even if I did, I would not disappoint my teammates, especially since I am the captain of the cheerleaders club. They saw reasons and agreed that it would be a good idea to accompany me to my school's pep rally. My parents, who have never been concerned about my education, are now willing to sit down for several hours to watch over me? That is more pleasant and less creepy for them. I arrived just before halftime, Daniella and the others were already dressed, and when I arrived at our changing room, Daniella and the other girls were overjoyed to see me; there were only a few who did not like the fact that I came to the show, and w

Students did not simply mill about; they swarmed with the single-minded, frantic intensity of ants who have just collectively discovered a giant, previously untapped sugar source or, in this particular case, the novelty of the visibly stressed new girl with the fire-red hair. I tried to make myself smaller, a non-entity, attempting to smoothly sidestep a tight-knit phalanx of cheerleaders who were currently engaged in a high-pitched, piercing cycle of giggling. Their laughter made it sound intensely personal, as though I had just delivered a scathing, public critique of their entire ancestral lineage. Not that I had... yet. The day was still young. "Careful, you're going to spill that!" some

Tyler joked. That had been the wrong thing to say. You could almost see the steam coming out of Savannah’s ears. “It wasn’t that long ago that you were throwing her in the creek?!” Savannah cried. Tyler shrugged. “Whatever Savannah.” The cheerleading captain looked around for support from Annie and Trish, but both of them were refusing to make eye contact with her. “Fine,” she snapped. “Clearly you’re into girls that look like a drowned rat. Here, let me help you out.”

Or what would if I hadn't interrupted? "Gracie!" I heard footsteps behind me just as I exited the building and spotted Taylor in her car. I halted in my tracks, grimacing at the awful nickname, and gingerly turned to see the cheerleader carefully lowering the front steps and made her way here, squaring her shoulders. "It's not what it looks like." If anything, that only proved more that it was what it looks like. "I haven't seen anything-" "Cut the crap." she spat rolling her eyes and folding her arms. She always so aggressive... I never knew if she disliked me openly or it was just part of her personality. "I know what you think you've seen. You're wrong. Just don't tell your mother, okay?"

At this point, every demand from him is annoying, and every moment we spend together feels like an obligation. After I've brushed my teeth and thick hair, I put on my cheerleading uniform and head down the stairs. First, let me introduce myself. My name is Nevaeh Rivera; I'm a senior at Arcata High. I am the cheerleading team captain, dance, choir, president of the student council, and Social Committee. Let's just say that I'm a very busy girl. I live in a small town called Arcata, located in California. My dream is to be a writer, so I'm super smart. My greatest assets are my long brown hair and deep golden eyes. I've been told that my hair has a natural wave to it that girls go to the salo

She was walking right behind us, tapping at her phone and chewing her gum. I hated the tone in her voice. I hated the words that she said, but I knew she was telling the truth. I still could not believe it. Todd and Leslie cannot end. “I don’t know what he wants me to do about the dance!” I cried to myself, running a frustrated hand through my perfect hair as Sheila opens the door. I stop immediately as my eyes scan a number of girls, all dressed in their cheerleading uniforms, of course. They were huddled up together and stopped talking as we walked in.

He said and I groaned before removing my hair tie. "Done dick," Griff said proudly. "Woah you look hot!" Rook said before messing my hair up again. "Fix it," I said angrily and he fixed my hair before smiling apologetically. "Woah who's the cheerleader?" Tyler asked when he looked up from his cellphone screen and we laughed at him. "Paige is gonna fuck you up, Liv," Griff said and I looked at him as if he was stupid. "She's got competition," Tyler said.