Taylor Swift Cheerleader Novels & Stories

Delicate - Taylor Swift 🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯 I'm doing laundry. Children go school. Only Asher remained. Suddenly my youngest son today, becomes whiny and spoiled. That's why I let him at home. And trying to understand what happened, because something was wrong with my son.

Nightmare: Dread pitted in her stomach as they made their way up the walkway to the school. Entering through the gym her stomach knotted. She saw the hard stares of the cheerleaders. As she walked by they leaned in and whispered to each other. She used to be one of them. She was even going to college on a scholarship from cheerleading. She would go to practice every Monday, Wednesday and Friday with them. Laura and her would be in constant contact about new routines. She was one of the lead cheerleaders, they looked up to her. Cheerleading had been her life. She thought the squad were her friends but when her world crashed and burned they were the first to let her fall and drift away.

I got up and got ready to head out for my first football team practice and to officially meet the team. "So let me show you around," "So over there is the cheerleader team. You'll be getting acquainted with them pretty soon. Keep your eyes on the head cheerleader for our team, Samantha. She's like a part of our team and the best prize" Taylor pointed to a very slim blonde figure who waved at us. Taylor waved back at her. "You'll come to know why she's the head cheerleader soon enough," he smirked. I'm sure I won't. After Taylor little show of most of university, I met up with a few of the football team players before heading over to my coach.

she continues staring at me. Her cheer uniform fluttered as she excitedly runs up to me and yanks me away from the mic and into a bear hug. I let out an oof but she doesn't seem to notice. "We are so totally friends now!" She cheers before pulling away, holding me at arm's length. A huge smile pulls on her lips, "Long overdue I'd think." "Nice job, weird kid!" someone shouts from the crowd and they disperse, Taylor going with them. When I turn to look at the band, I catch Luke staring after the head cheerleader longingly while Brendan and Ken looked pleased.

Honestly, I could slap myself. The crowd goes wild again as all the players come back out of the tunnel and the cheerleaders start their routine. It amazes me how high they can kick their legs and how damn strong they are as they hurl each other up and around. It’s kind of impressive and I have come to realize from all the games I’ve attended, never to underestimate a cheerleader. “Say, Tammy why didn’t you ever become a cheerleader?” “My folks said it’d take up too much of my time from studies, not that they were ever around to know in any case.” There is a faint sound of bitterness in her voice. I see Tobias making a move to put his arm around her then refrains.

Her blonde hair was pulled back in a high ponytail and her face was obviously full of makeup. "We're looking for new cheerleaders. I was thinking, since the old boss died, someone has to take that place," she smiled. "Her friends are not smart enough for that leadership and, well, now it's me," her voice was so annoying. And she only looked at Carolina, she only gave me looks of contempt. "Are we supposed to clap for you?" Carolina scoffed. I heard a giggle from Kayler behind us. I'm aware that all the guys are listening to this conversation.

I sit there, nodding politely, as Martinez drones on and on about his daughter’s cheerleading career, detailing her rise to the top, her knee injury, her bitter rivalry with some other squad, and the sacrifices they’ve made along the way. Why do I feel like I’m trapped in a soap opera? Finally, the halftime show begins. A sudden burst of excitement from the crowd fills the stadium, sending waves of energy and noise that do nothing but make my headache worse. Two rows of girls—cheerleaders—step onto the field. One side is in blue, the other in pink. Of course, Martinez’s daughter is in blue. No doubt about it.

(HILARY’S POV) “This is fucking unbelievable!” I cried in anger. “What is?” Tiara asked lazily as she lay down on the field going through her phone and chewing gum. “Isabella Martinez!” I shrieked as my eyes searched the screen of my phone earnestly. Cheerleading practice had just ended. Tiara, Olivia and I were all on the field exhausted from the warm ups. I had done a pretty good impression of Dolly Parton as my 80s day look. I expected to see my name trending on our school community chat online. But instead, everyone seemed to be talking about that Damned Nerd!

"He plays quarterback like a pro, and then sweet talks the school's prettiest girl into going to the dance with him tomorrow. I'd better keep an eye on this boy, or he'll have my job before Christmas." "Melissa, did you see the look on the faces of all the cheerleaders when that boy made a beeline for Christine? It was so funny to watch, even though my daughter, Molly, is one of the cheerleaders," added Sally Fields. "This just might help curb that entitlement attitude the girls have developed. The team quarterback went out with the class valedictorian. That is just priceless."

“Everyone’s going. And before you get ideas, it’s not optional. Hockey team. Cheer squad. You’re in the cheer squad, so congratulations, you’re invited.” She doesn’t smile, doesn’t bother to make it sound friendly. It’s obvious she hates even saying the words to me. If it wasn’t some mandatory team thing, I know she’d never bother. Serene giggles into her phone. Tara looks me up and down. Sasha’s eyes flick, satisfied. “Great. See you there. Wear something that isn't a hoodie or a checkered shirt.” She pivots and clips away. Blaire mutters, “I hate her.”