Tg Cheerleader Novels & Stories

Poor Jeremy was going to be emotionally bullied by his crazy friend. “Wahoo! Erika Stevens, what a hottie. Yoh guys, check out my spicy cheerleading friend, I need to find a decent young man for her before she gets tricked by some indecisive fool.” He whistled and shouted as they were brought to a halt by coach Brian directly in front of the squad. “Knock it off Barkley, this is serious. The Tigers are a tough competitor, we can’t afford to slack off on the field, get your shits together and bring that trophy home or I might as well kiss my days here good bye.”

she asked and they nodded in the affirmative. Amber scoffed. "Really? That's your excuse?" she looked at Melissa and the third girl who got picked as well, Hazel, and returned her gaze to Candice. "If that's the case, why am I the only one drenched in sticky cheese sauce and can't feel my body?" she snapped this time. Candice shrugged again. "Because you were the best out of all of them. You shouldn't feel bad. Take it as a privilege because you are now a member of the wonderful cheerleading squad called?"

Carly came running over to me. "Oh my god! I didn't know you could dance like that!" I gave a smile. Of course you didn't I thought, you don't know me and I don't know you. She wasn't like Ashley. I didn't tell her my boy issues, or about anything that was taking place in my life. Carly and I were just on good terms. We weren't really friends. The pep squad leader walked over to us, nodding her head up and down, grinning from one ear to the other. Right then I knew, both Carly and I made the team. I was sure she knew the outcome herself. As soon as Ms. P yelled that we were cheerleaders, Carly screamed even louder than before. It surprised me, as I looked at her wide eyes. She then flew int

, and lifts the purse up. I pop the trunk open and she looks relieved to not have to carry it around all day. “What’s with the get-up”? “It’s the homecoming parade at school today, so the cheer squad and the football team all have to dress professionally”, she tells me. I remember this from high school and laugh, “so you take all this cheer crap seriously then”? She glares at me and says, “I don’t expect you to understand. I’ve never felt like I belonged anywhere until I started cheering, which I’ve done since Junior High”.

I'm so excited about seeing Jay again. I go through the motions of leading the squad throughout the pep rally. I might be the tiniest cheerleader on the squad and the one who’s always thrown up in the air and placed on the top of the pyramid, but I'm also the captain. I’m naturally flexible and athletic, and I've worked hard for my spot on this squad all four years of my high school career.

Caleb asks, grabbing hold of her hand. "No." She shakes her head. "He said he assumed we were done because we weren't practicing anymore. Some of us take showers before we leave though. Regardless of what most everyone thinks, cheerleading is a sport, and depending on what we do, we sweat big time. If I have somewhere to be, I don't want to go stinking." "Any of you report this?"

again, I never planned this, not on my first day. "Hello bitch, I'm Keisha (kee-sha), the leader of the cheerleading group" She twirls one loose strand of her hair as she tries to push out her chest full of fake silicone boobs while trying to look domineering. I could easily guess that she's the queen bee of the school, she looked so beautiful with her slim figure and straight hair which brought out the nice shape of her face but her face was caked with too much make up unlike my fat, disfigured looks. I instantly felt envious of her because of her confidence but felt grossed out.

“This is why we have to get in to cheerleading squad, babes. We would enjoy Thursdays with the hot basketballers, instead of being in the gym playing silly dodgeball. My head still hurts from the last game.” The second girl, who had gotten into a stall right next to mine, let out a deep chuckle. “That’s because you were on the losing team. Anyway, I can’t audition for cheerleading one more time especially since Leslie has made it clear that we are not going to get on the team.” “Such a fucking bitch.” I heard the first girl say under her breath and then she clicked her tongue. “Speaking of Leslie, have you seen the trending video?…. You know the one of Todd O’Connor and his geeky bestie?”

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?"

Felix was about to pack on the stupidity. "Fine, you had one of your cheerleaders do it," Felix counterthrust. Cheerleader was not a 'positive' A****n role model. Cheerleaders were women who promised sexual reward to male warriors that defeated their enemies (a bit of a biased view). The bipolar normal world reaction to cheerleaders aside, I knew cheerleaders were athletes who worked hard to pull off relatively complex routines. Telling the A****ns this was pointless. If any woman in this room had known a cheerleader before surrendering their old existence to become lethal man-killers, they probably didn't like them. If they had been a cheerleader, they were keeping their mouths shut.