Taylor Swift Cheerleader Novels & Stories

“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.”

It felt warm and relaxing. "Sawyer, just trust your wolf and yourself. You will be alright. Try to drown it all out unless you specifically want to hear something." "Thanks, Krewe. I appreciate this. It still doesn't feel real, though." "No problem." We stayed like that in quiet for at least 5 minutes. "Anyways, I should probably get ready and go back to school for practice." "Practice?" "Oh, something you don't know?" I said with a sly smile. "I'm a cheerleader. So I cheer on the football players when they play. You should come out one night to check out a game."

Something about the intimacy of it made the image powerful. “That’s his sister?” a voice beside her asked. Freya glanced sideways. A fellow photographer, older, nodded toward the cheerleader. “The blue-haired one. You must be new on campus not to know her.” Freya adjusted her focus again. “Yeah. Must be really new. Wendy Savage is famous in her own right.” “Runs that cheer club excellently,” the photographer said. “Savage blood, I guess.” Freya hummed, eyes still trained on Xander. On the field, Xander ruffled Wendy’s hair before stepping back.

I said, holding his hand as my energy swirled between us, a visible sign of my emotions. A group of other students suddenly surrounded us, pulling Taylor into a whirlwind of mundane conversations. Being the quarterback of the football team meant cheerleaders and rich, arrogant kids naturally gravitated toward him. I stepped back, watching him get pulled into their world, knowing that no matter what, ours would always remain connected.

] The chat lit up with cheers and a parade of brown-nosing: Keith was a genius, the department unbeatable. Yvette even slid into my DMs with a smiley face. [Ella, don't be mad, okay? I'm just thinking of the team.] I forced a smile, left her on 'Read', and shut the chat. I had had enough.

The girl in front of me—Brittany Rae Lynn, cheer captain, ponytail so high it could pick up a satellite—turned around. “Love the hoodie. Hollister?” “Thrift store in Nashville. Five bucks.” She blinked like I’d spoken Martian. “Cute. I’m Brittany. Captain of freshman cheer. You should try out.” I gave her the smile Mom calls my “public polite.” “I fall off moving objects for fun. Not sure that’s cheer material.”

Since , the devil wasn't off hour , it completely persuaded me to do check out Jacob's social media and as soon as I opened his account , the latest picture had my stomach to twist and drop while my face curled in distaste . It was one of the cheerleading girl in the varsity squad , her arm was clasped around his waist while the other was up in the air with her pom pom clutched in it , his number was painted on her cheek and her top - God , I had never seen such a band aid like top ever in my life and she was leaning closer to his cheek with her lips pouted in a mid air kiss like pose . And the caption read " It's never to late to taste the sweetness of victory ~ Best practice ever with the

"Though I suppose we shouldn't expect much." “I heard she applied for the position of the cheerleader, can you imagine that?” One of them retorted, reminding me of my silly trial. “She did?” Gracie gasped, turning towards me with a huge grin. “You're so shameless, aren't you? You really think you can cheer for the B4, looking like…like an elephant?” Scattered laughter rippled through the group. I set down glasses with shaking hands, trying to make myself smaller, invisible, anything to escape their attention.

Alex POV. After the game, we had a celebration, how cool is that, I get to go with the team and celebrate for real, even Tasha was there with us, she gave me a big hug and whispered something in my ear. "You do know that all the cheerleaders are jealous of you right now" she says making my eyes go wide. "Why?" I whisper back, my curiosity getting the best of me even in a restaurant filled with people. "You had hugs from each of their crushes," she says before starting laughing when she saw my shocked face, she bent in and gave me a quick peck on the lips.

“But I know you do wish me well. Thanks.” “Hayes and Davis we don’t have all day!” Coach called out to us. “Let’s make good use of Dan and Gideon’s shoulders shall we?” We left our bags on the benches and went to join the others. There on the field was Shewa in shorts and a tank top watching as we took our positions to practice our cheers. “Since when did you become a cheerleader, Shewa?” I asked. “Since never time. I’m just here on the field for some hot news to report this Friday on the radio.”