Cheerleader Belly Button Romane & Geschichten

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.

We have each other, and that’s enough. “I still can’t believe we didn’t get carded.” Faye is breathless as she fixes her teeny-tiny red mini-dress, rolling it down her thighs while balancing on those heels. She looks amazing with her smooth tan skin and big gray eyes, and I have to admit, being the head cheerleader for our football team may come with a price, it’s definitely taking a toll on her social life, but her body’s banging so it’s totally worth the bullshit high school politics she has to put up with. “Security is loose here.” I flip my hair to one side and roll my own mini-skirt down. It’s all black lace and barely covers my ass, and the worst part is that it’s not even mine.

Thank goodness, there's one of them who thinks the right way. “Look, we're sorry if we bothered you, but my name's Leanne, captain of the squad.” Said the redhead and just smiled at me warmly. Okay, I just sat there and stared at them with my blinking eyes because it happened really fast. Are cheerleaders always this snappy? Or do they have super speed abilities just like me? “Ummm, so... you are?” The three of them asked while pointing at me. “Oh, sorry. The name's Blair.” I answered and looked at them one by one, and their smiles were not fading. Aren't they tired of always smiling like that? Maybe it's a cheerleader thing.

What the? Why is he looking at one of the cheerleaders?!

Several whistles blow around the field as students bide for coveted spots. I get low on the ground to take a few pictures of Juliet and a few of the girls in the cheer squad mid-jump. The girls look great in their black and silver cheer uniforms. Their uniforms are traditional with sleeveless black cutoff tops that show their bellies and short black pleated skirts. Juliet gives me a thumbs-up as she twirls around to continue her routine.

Like he's hungry. School day's over, and I'm at cheer practice on the field. The sun's dipping low, casting long shadows, and Daddy's there barking orders at the football team. "Run it again! Harder!" His voice booms, making my stomach flip. I'm in my tiny cheer skirt, the red and white pleats flipping up as we do high kicks. My sports bra hugs my C-cups tight, and these boy shorts underneath ride up my ass cheeks. I catch him glancing over, his jaw clenching. Is it just pride in his little girl, or something else?

The pristine blue mats had been carefully laid out in the center, bright lights glaring down from the high rafters. On the opposite side of the gym, I caught sight of Heather stretching on the mat, her signature golden locks pulled back into a severe ponytail. Today, she got to enjoy two roles that she didn’t deserve: cheer captain and combat management intern at once. She’d be doing her little cheer dances during the breaks and tending to the warriors when she wasn’t doing that. I failed to understand how anyone could properly juggle both, but I knew it was no use arguing. As if feeling my gaze on her slender body in her cheerleading uniform, she looked up. Her gray eyes met mine from acros

Cassie listened the black out pummeling of drums and at that point saw a stream of boys and young ladies dressed in booming ruddy and yellow outfits, their school colors. Cassie was starting to have an thought around what was happening when a run of cheerleaders gushed into the corridor, doing trapeze artistry down the walkway to the beat of the drums. Cassie stood, dumbstruck, observing the streak of adolescents rolling down the walkway with their trumpets and woodwinds ringing in the discuss. The cheerleaders did a couple of backflips, landing in the parts, and at that point held their hands as the highlight coasted back to the entrance of the gymnasium.

As always, people glanced my way intrigued, partly scared, and the rest puzzled at how Cassain could be so devoted to me. I noticed my friends seated at our table, yet before I reached halfway there, a few people obstructed my way. Cheerleaders. An entire squad of them. Looking like storm clouds with an overpowering smell of coconut oil. At the heart of it all stood Alyssa Chadwell. Leader of the rival team’s cheerleaders, girlfriend of the quarterback, who once attempted to ask me on a date and seemingly the head of Poor Decisions Incorporated. She crossed her arms. Flashed me a charming poisonous grin.

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.