Hey, this is actually impeacheuan3122! You may recognize this story from ShoppingAndDiamonds, but she gave .jonas and I permission to continue the story, so read on without fear! If you have read up to chapter 6, chapter 7 should come out in a like half an hour. Enjoy! The first 6 chapters were written by ShoppingAndDiamonds.
Miley Stewart wasn't exactly what you would call your average girl. Sure, she was your average head cheerleader in some ways. Amazing cheerleader and dancer, slim, beautiful, popular, rich. But that was only the stereotype standards that she met. She was different from the average head cheerleader in many ways. Unlike many of the cheerleaders in her squad, she was smart. She was nicer than some cheerleaders she knew. She was the Queen Bee of Seaview High.
One day in late May, she woke up and wandered out of her bedroom, down to her family's kitchen. Her brother, Jackson, was sitting at the table, eating a full plate of pancakes. "God, Jackson, how can you eat so much?" she snapped, pouring herself a glass full of iced water. Jackson shrugged and put more maple syrup on his pancakes. Miley rolled her eyes as her father walked into the room, taking the plate from Jackson as he walked past.
"I was eating that!" Jackson exclaimed with his mouth full of chewed-up pancakes. Mr. Stewart rolled his eyes and placed the plate on the kitchen scales. "Son, that is about the amount of fat and sugar you're supposed to eat in a single day just for your breakfast. If you keep eating that way, I don't want to be around to see what weight you'll be when you get to my age." Jackson rolled his eyes and swallowed, washing his food down with the rest of his own orange juice before running upstairs to get dressed.
Miley sat down at the breakfast bar as her father made himself coffee. "Looking forward to cheerleading camp, bud?" he asked his seventeen year old daughter. Miley shrugged. "I guess," she said quietly. Mr. Stewart looked at his daughter. Ever since her boyfriend, football captain Jake Ryan, had cheated on her with the head cheerleader of their rival school, East High's Alex Russo, she had been miserable, barely smiling.
He sat down beside Miley and put an arm around her. "Bud, I know it seems like the world is over right now, but there are tons of boys out there who would die to date you. Mile, you're a special girl. You're not the average seventeen year old Malibu teenager. You're different," he said softly. Miley looked at his father. "Jake thought that there were better girls," she said with teary eyes. Mr. Stewart sighed. "Hun, Jake has his own opinions. Stupid ones, I may add, but opinions all the same. Maybe he cheated on you. But I bet he regrets it now."
Miley smiled weakly at her father and rose from her stool. "I'm going up to get dressed. Thanks for the advice, Dad." She smiled softly at her father again and ran up the stairs and into her large bedroom. On her chair was an outfit she had laid out the night before. White knee-length shorts, a black tank top, a long white pendant necklace, and black flats. Miley brushed her soft curls into a ponytail and changed quickly.
She grabbed her bag and books and walked out to her car. She honked the horn, and Jackson ran out, buttoning his shirt. He hopped into the passenger seat and buckled his seatbelt as Miley pulled out of the driveway. "Remind me why we take your car everyday?" he asked. "Because my car's cooler, dumbass," she said, driving towards the school.
When they arrived, she pulled into her parking spot beside her best friend Lilly Truscott's car. Jackson got out and walked over to his best friend, Cooper. Miley got out and slid on her Gucci sunglasses before walking towards the school. She heard someone calling her name, and turned to see her ex, Jake, running towards her. "Miley! Will you listen to me?!" he called. She rolled her eyes and started walking again. "I haven't listened for the past two months, Jake! I don't think I will now!"
She walked through the doors of the school, and was met by Lilly. "I saw Jake come after you in the parking lot from the library! Are you okay?! Did he hurt you?!" she exclaimed. Miley giggled and shook her head. "Always the one to think negatively, aren't you, Lils?" she asked. Lilly smiled and shrugged. They started walking down the hallway together. "So, he didn't hurt you?" Lilly asked. Miley shook her head and looked down. "He hurt me two months ago," she said quietly. Lilly looked at her and put an arm around her.
"He doesn't know what he's missing, Mile," she said softly. Miley smiled weakly and looked up to see their rivals, the East High football team and cheerleading squad standing near the gym. Miley looked around, and saw the Seaview teams standing nearby, glaring at them. Miley walked over and placed her hands on her hips. "What are you doing here?" she spat. The football and cheerleading teams from Seaview crowded around Miley.
"We were told to come here for some talk about some camps down in Mexico this summer. Trust me, if we had the option, we wouldn't be in this shit-hole," Nick Gray, the East High football captain, spat back. Alex Russo, the cheerleading captain of East High, and the girl Jake had cheated on Miley with, was eying Jake, who was at Lilly's side, up and down. Jake looked away awkwardly. Nick stepped forward and smirked. "Why, Stewart? Got a problem with us being here?"
Miley scoffed. "Problem? No. Your East High stench is making the sewer rats run away," she smirked. Alex gasped and placed her perfectly manicured hand over her mouth. "Nicky! You're going to let her talk about us like that?!" she exclaimed. Nick smirked and took a step back. "Of course not, Alex. She'll regret it when your squad crushes hers at camp this summer." Miley smirked and folded her arms across her chest.
"If you think your measly little squad can beat mine, you must be retarded. My squad has been training six hours a week to get into this camp. We've definitely improved," she stated. Lilly smirked and folded her arms like her best friend. Alex smirked back. "Well, my squad has been training like that since I joined in freshman year." Miley laughed. "And you still think you can beat us? We didn't train like that last year, and we still beat you in the championships!"
Alex frowned and glared at Miley. "You're going to regret that, Stewart." Miley laughed as Jake stepped forward. "Shut it, Russo. Hey, Gray, get your slut to shut up," he snapped. "Jakey?" Alex asked, shocked. Jake looked at her with hard, cold eyes. Miley laughed. "'Jakey' hates you now, slut. Got that? Or are those words too big for you to comprehend?" she asked harshly. Alex was about to slap Miley when the East High and Seaview cheerleading and football coaches pushed through the crowds and through the gym doors.
"Make your way in one by one!" Coach Carson, the Seaview cheerleading coach, called. The East High teams glared at the Seaview people and filed into the gym. "Coach, why didn't you tell us about this talk?" Jake asked Coach Pierson, their football coach. "Must have slipped my mind. Now come on," Coach Pierson ordered, and the Seaview group filed in like the East High group had. The East High cheerleaders were sitting in a spot on the bleachers that the Seaview cheerleaders always sat in. Miley and Lilly walked over and stopped in front of them.
"Get your asses out of our seats before I make you," Lilly snapped. Alex laughed with her best friend, Mitchie Torres, and looked at the Seaview squad. "You think your anorexic bitches can get us to move? Prove it," she said. "What are you implying, Russo?" Miley asked. "Tell you what, Stewart. Cheer-off. Now. Winner gets the seats," Alex said, standing up. "Oh, you're so on," Miley yelled. The Seaview girls cheered and went onto the gym floor, followed by the East High girls.
"Ladies, what is going on?!" Coach Adams, the East High cheerleading coach, exclaimed. "Coach, cheer-off. You're always encouraging us to show off our skills," Alex said sweetly. "Alright, commence," Coach Adams said, and sat down beside Coach Thomas, the East High football coach. "Are you crazy? No! There will be no cheer-offs on Seaview property!" Coach Carson exclaimed, standing up.
"Fine, Coach," Miley said. She glared at Alex and started walking away. "Why so ready to agree, Stewart? Afraid you'll lose?" Alex asked. Miley stopped walking, but didn't turn. "What, am I right?" Alex taunted. Miley turned and almost pounced on Alex, but Lilly and another cheerleader held her back. There was screaming and yelling as Alex taunted Miley, making her angrier.
There was a whistle blown, and everyone turned to see Coach Carson and Coach Adams standing angrily at the sidelines of the gym floor. "LADIES, IN YOUR SEATS! NOW!" Coach Adams yelled. The cheerleaders all glared at each other and returned to their seats. The four coaches stood on the floor and turned on the projector. The picture was shown on a plain white wall in front of the bleachers. "You will now watch a video sent from the camp down in Mexico, showing you what it is like down there," Coach Pierson said, and the four coaches sat back down on the bleachers as the video began to roll.
Images of clear, bright skies and beaches flashed across the screen as a voice spoke from the video. "Campo EspĂritu is one of the best athletic camps in the world, with some of the best coaches coming during the summer to train and teach some of America's best cheerleading squads and football teams. The camp lasts eight weeks in Cabo San Lucas."
Miley soon blanked out, not paying any attention to the video playing in front of her. Instead, she was staring at the East High Wildcats. Was it possible to hate someone as much as she and the rest of the Seaview Pirates hated the Wildcats? She didn't know why, but there had always been a hatred, a rivalry, between the two schools. She had heard that it started back in the 1940's, when the East High football captain cheated on the Seaview cheerleading captain. And so the rivalry began. But that was just a rumour.
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When the video ended, the coaches stood up. "As you know, all of you will be attending that camp this summer, and you will be leaving on Saturday morning. Your flight will leave at 10a.m. No teachers will be attending the camp, so we don't want any cheer-offs, or fighting. We will be getting the coaches down in Cabo to keep an eye on you four teams so that nothing kicks off. Do you understand me?" Coach Pierson demanded.
All the members of the teams nodded, glaring at each other. "Now, Pirates, off to class," Coach Carson ordered. The cheerleaders all got up and stalked out of the gym. "Wildcats, to the bus back to school," Coach Thomas demanded. The Wildcats all got out of their seats and walked out the gym doors. The Pirate footballers were still there. "Coach, can we just go home now? I mean, it's the last day!" Jake pleaded. "Class, Ryan. Now," Coach Pierson ordered. The boys got out of their seats and slouched out of the gym to class.
This is going to be one heck of a summer, Jake thought.
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The night before their flight, Lilly was at Miley's house, helping her pack up her clothes. "You know, I heard Nick Gray likes you," Lilly said absentmindedly, folding a pair of Miley's linen shorts. Miley dropped the t-shirt she was folding and turned to Lilly with wide eyes. "Nick Gray as in Wildcat football captain Nick Gray?!" she exclaimed. Lilly nodded and placed the shorts in Miley's suitcase. She sat down on the bed, looking at Miley's shoes on the bed.
"Alana has a cousin at East High. Her cousin is on the football team. He said that Nick is always asking about you and stuff, and saying how hot you are," she said. Miley shook her head. "Alana probably doesn't even have a Wildcat cousin, Lil," she commented, folding up a grey hoodie and placing it in the suitcase. Lilly shrugged and folded up Miley's cheerleading uniform neatly, placing it on top of the shorts she had previously folded.
"Maybe the cousin's real. Maybe he's not. But with or without the cousin, I've noticed him check you out a few times when the Wildcats and the Pirates have those fights. When you were dating Jake, he even said to Jake that he was one lucky guy. But that may have just have been to get in Jake's head and annoy the hell out of him," Lilly said.
Miley shook her head and placed a folded pair of capris into the suitcase. "So he's checked me out a few times. It's not like Jake didn't 'check out' Alex Russo. He did a lot more than check her out, actually," she said, looking down. "I think we're going to help you get over Jake Ryan this summer with a whole new boy toy," Lilly said with a large smirk on her face. "Oh no. Your ideas are never good. Especially when they involve boys," Miley said and sat on the bed.
"This one's good, I promise. Think about it, Miles. There are fifty different schools from across the county attending this camp. It's for the best of the best. Think how many hot footballers are going to be attending," Lilly commented. Miley closed her eyes and sighed, smiling. "I'm thinking. I'm liking," she said, and opened her eyes.
"Thought you would. All you have to do is have a little fling, and BAM! You're over Jake like that." Miley thought for a moment at her best friend's words. I sure hope so, Lil. I really do.
