Author's Notes: Serena's on the cheerleading squad, Darien's on the football team...but what if they're from different schools? And what will happen when another cheerleader challenges Serean's role as Captain? It's not just your typical cheerleading story. It's an all-out battle of wits, love, "cheer politics" show-down, and so much more. Oh and...may the best cheerleader win.
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War of the Pom-Poms (R) By: Hell's Huntress
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The gym echoed with sneakers squeaking. Students ran here and there, bouncing their basketballs and taking their places to watch. One guy dunked the ball into the hoop to show off, only to have another guy stick his leg out and trip him. The rest of the guys chuckled, wiping their faces with the back of their hands.
The large doors suddenly burst open, causing a wave of silence to descend upon the boys. All eyes turned toward that direction. A girl with reddish-blonde hair tied up into a ponytail stood in front of about six other girls. With her hands on her hips, she eyed all the men in the room and tapped her foot. The other cheerleaders stepped up a little more, forming a triangle of some sort. A few of them cocked their brows, one crossed her arms, one simply sighed, while another bit her bottom lip while flashing the boys a few flirtatious looks.
The redhead, obviously a captain of some sort, stepped forward and frowned. "No wonder this place stinks." Her voice held a sarcastic yet squeamish tone. It sounded as pleased and annoyed as annoying it really was.
The guys remained frozen, towels around their necks with wide eyes. A few them of them made use of their eyes and tried stealing a few glances under the girls' short skirts as they began to walk all the way to the other end of the court. The redhead watched every one of them with cat-like eyes, her thin eyebrows arched up high. With a straight back and crossed arms, she ignored the boys as well as the way her skirt swished around her bottom. She didn't bother to tuck her chest in, despite her popped out breasts.
The other cheerleaders followed. A few of them imitated her movements. The others were just plain straight as if they didn't even care.
Shaking her pom-poms, the redhead lengthened her strides but slowed down her pace. The crowd of men were quiet, with the exception of a few smiling men who kept elbowing each other while pointing at each one of the cheerleaders. Only those barely audible sounds as well as the sneakers squeaking could be heard.
That was all broken by one man.
That one guy whistled, causing the redhead to sudden halt and snap in his direction. The other cheerleaders simply turned their heads to face him. The guy, who was still chuckling, grinned at his other friends who were already staring at her. Finally noticing their horrified expression, he cautiously turned around, only to find long legs in front of him. Once again, she tapped her foot.
Cocking one of those arch-like threads for eyebrows, the redhead tilted her head to one side and simply smiled. It was a venomous, sweet smile. "Forget to add a leash on those hormones, hmm?"
The guy looked terrified but amused. Smiling nervously, he chuckled at the girl while scanning his eyes up and down her legs. "Yeah..." A series of chuckles rose into the air.
Rolling her eyes and sighing out a small "hmm", that sweet smile disappeared as she suddenly leaned forward, causing him to lean back. Placing her hands on his knees, she dug her nails into his skin and narrowed her eyes. That same smile returned, this time more vicious than ever. "Well I think it's about time to remember to do that."
The man could only stare at her, sweat running down his cheeks. He tried desperately to avoid her gaze when a series of "Oohs" escaped in deep, masculine voices. He swallowed hard as her eyes seemed to pierce like burning needles into his own for the briefest of moments. It lasted like an eternity, yet it was actually a mere two seconds.
She suddenly turned around, causing the men to shut up. "Oh what? Now all of you forgot your leashes? Why don't I add them on for you?"
If there were any chuckles remaining, they all died down. The men all shut up and stared at her. A few of them had red faces. It was obvious they were trying to choke back a laugh. One guy couldn't hold it back and snorted.
Her head jerked down to face him since he was sitting down. He held his breath for a moment, letting it out in a choked up cough. "You're probably thinking that it would pleasure you, huh? Well guess what boys..." She turned away from him and pierced every other guy with that same death gaze. The poor man could only let out a small sigh of relief. It sounded more like a squeak. "I'm not going to make it pleasure island for you if I do that. It's gonna hurt...and it's gonna hurt bad." Emphasizing the last word, her voice grew louder with a snap of her head and a swish of that waist-length ponytail that accompanied the last word.
Growling, her brows knitted together in amused frustration. "Why are you even all in here?!" She roared, causing some of the boys to run across the court and push their way out of the doors. "Hold it!"
The squeaking of sneakers stopped, as all the boys who were halfway out froze and stared at her. One guy who was already outside nervously glanced between her and his freedom out on that fresh, green football field. It was his freedom or a risk of his life from that...bitchy cheerleader.
"Close the door," she purred.
A few of the other men who were outside stepped onto the grass and began to close the door. The other men flashed them horrified looks.
"And stay inside!" Her tone hardened. The boys hesitantly obeyed, pulling the doors behind them as if they were the doors of doom. She took one step towards them and sent them all cowering to the corners, opening up a little road for her to pass between them.
Sighing, she shook her head and made a disgusted face. "You're not even suppose to be in here. We sent those flyers out announcing the cheerleading try-outs for girls who actually wanted to be cheerleaders. We didn't pass them out or stick them all over the walls for you to come here and watch us. It's not a show." She stated as a-matter-of-factly. Her tone quickly hardened and rose into a roar. "If it was a show then you would have to pay us!"
Her eyes roamed around the room and landed on one guy, pinning him to the wall. She smiled again, this time a smile of complete pleasure. "Hey Travis." He could only smile back nervously.
Just then, the doors were slowly pushed open as another cheerleader with blonde hair stepped inside. She took one look at all the boys and stared with wide eyes. At the same time, she stepped back as her hand shot up to cover her nose. "Oh Christ! Who the hell grilled skin over here?"
The cheerleaders all snapped to attention, including the redhead. "Oh Serena! Hi!"
"Yeah hey Vicki..." Her voice sounded forced out as she desperately waved a hand in front of her nose. "It's like night of the living dead in here. What the hell happened? And why are they all in here?"
Victoria flashed her a worried yet apologetic look. "Oh...all these boys thought they could get a free show during the try-outs."
"Free show?" Serena laughed, flashing all the men a disapproving but not cold glance. "Well we're not exactly cheap but we're not exactly worth a million dollars either. Oh and as for the girls, a few of them attempted to come in but they said it smelled like Satan's bowl. They're all lined up outside. I didn't understand them so I figured I would come in...and see for myself." She took in a deep breath and crinkled her nose. "Now I know what they mean."
Some of them simply chuckled.
"They also said something about...screaming?"
All the other cheerleaders stared at Victoria. She chuckled nervously and quickly changed the subjet. "Well what are you going to do about it, Capt? You gonna let all these boys stay in here?"
"No...no." She stared at all the guys and flashed them a hopeless look. "Sorry guys...no free shows until the games or competion. We can't even try out for competition with all of you piled out in here."
A roar of pleading protests escaped once again as all the guys piled out of the gym. Serena waved her hand as if to shoo them away. "And for God's sake bring an air freshener nextime."
One of the cheerleaders with black hair pulled out a bottle of air freshener from her red bag and sprayed it all over. "I figured they'd be here." She sighed when Serena flashed her a questioning look.
"Thanks Raye."
"Don't mention it. The boys always like poking their noses in our business anyway..." Amy, a cheerleader with dyed blue short hair, stepped up beside her to set her bag down next to Raye's. "...and to poke their noses up Vicki's ass." Raye lowered her voice so that only Amy and two other surrounding girls could hear her.
The two others, another blonde named Mina and a brunet named Lita turned to face her. "It's true." Raye concluded. "They're only helpless around her because they want to be. Face it, they're guys. Guys may hate bitchy attitudes but her body makes up for it all." Being the only cheerleaders who either didn't care or were simply frustrated that they couldn't get down to business right away, the three other girls agreed.
They were the only ones who didn't copy every single move Victoria Addams made earlier when they walked in.
Mina turned to face Serena and sighed. "I wish she didn't tell us to follow Vicki while she was out gathering all the girls. Placing Victoria second in highest position just makes that girl feel so powerful."
Raye silently agreed as the rest of the cheerleaders walked in, followed by a mob of girls. One of them, another redhead with shorter, curly hair, turned to face Serena and sighed. "We tried everything to get them together and in place."
Vicki, who was near by, flashed the girls a curious glance while listening intently. Molly, oblivious to the other girl's sudden interest, continued. "We tried teaching them the cheers. I know we need a few replacements for Karla and Hazel but a lot of them are expecting about ten girls to be picked. Some of them seem to take this too seriously, too. I don't think they know how important this is, even if it's just for competition."
Serena stared worriedly at the girls (who were all ready with their own little pom-poms, work-out clothes, and Go Wildcats Banners) and flashed the girl a weak smile. "Thanks Molly. I'll take care of things from here."
"Don't mention it. You're the captain." Molly smiled back and called out to the other cheerleaders to take their places. She didn't notice Victoria cringe.
Meanwhile, Serena called out to the girls and gave them directions. She had to raise her voice a few times just to get them all hushed up and in a straight line...or five. "First things first. You need to get the whole point of this thing down before even get on to the basics..."
Molly made her way around the large table set out before the try outs, along with the other cheerleaders. Just as she was about to approach her own seat, Victoria grabbed her arm. "I was standing right beside her. Why didn't you tell me?"
Molly cocked a brow at her. "Why would I?"
Another girl with straight, neck-length black hair stepped up beside Victoria. "Because the Captain's aready tired. Try the second captain." She replied with a smirk for Victoria, who simply smiled at Molly.
Molly rolled her eyes and smiled back at both of them. "She's just second in command." She directed her gaze completely at Victoria. "She's not the captain."
Victoria sneered as Molly walked off. Turning to face the girl beside her, she flashed that same smile but with genuine pleasure. "Yet. I'm not the captain...yet. I've got those boys afraid of me..." She placed two fingers on the table and began to move them, as if taking her fingers for a stroll. "...And I'll be walking my way up to the Captain's position in no time. In the mean time, I'll be working on Travis." She grinned and took her place behind the table to get ready for the try-outs, her eyes on Serena the whole time.
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Author's Notes: Well what do you think so far? I named them after my school...the Wildcats. =P Review please! Pardon any typos.
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War of the Pom-Poms (R) By: Hell's Huntress
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The gym echoed with sneakers squeaking. Students ran here and there, bouncing their basketballs and taking their places to watch. One guy dunked the ball into the hoop to show off, only to have another guy stick his leg out and trip him. The rest of the guys chuckled, wiping their faces with the back of their hands.
The large doors suddenly burst open, causing a wave of silence to descend upon the boys. All eyes turned toward that direction. A girl with reddish-blonde hair tied up into a ponytail stood in front of about six other girls. With her hands on her hips, she eyed all the men in the room and tapped her foot. The other cheerleaders stepped up a little more, forming a triangle of some sort. A few of them cocked their brows, one crossed her arms, one simply sighed, while another bit her bottom lip while flashing the boys a few flirtatious looks.
The redhead, obviously a captain of some sort, stepped forward and frowned. "No wonder this place stinks." Her voice held a sarcastic yet squeamish tone. It sounded as pleased and annoyed as annoying it really was.
The guys remained frozen, towels around their necks with wide eyes. A few them of them made use of their eyes and tried stealing a few glances under the girls' short skirts as they began to walk all the way to the other end of the court. The redhead watched every one of them with cat-like eyes, her thin eyebrows arched up high. With a straight back and crossed arms, she ignored the boys as well as the way her skirt swished around her bottom. She didn't bother to tuck her chest in, despite her popped out breasts.
The other cheerleaders followed. A few of them imitated her movements. The others were just plain straight as if they didn't even care.
Shaking her pom-poms, the redhead lengthened her strides but slowed down her pace. The crowd of men were quiet, with the exception of a few smiling men who kept elbowing each other while pointing at each one of the cheerleaders. Only those barely audible sounds as well as the sneakers squeaking could be heard.
That was all broken by one man.
That one guy whistled, causing the redhead to sudden halt and snap in his direction. The other cheerleaders simply turned their heads to face him. The guy, who was still chuckling, grinned at his other friends who were already staring at her. Finally noticing their horrified expression, he cautiously turned around, only to find long legs in front of him. Once again, she tapped her foot.
Cocking one of those arch-like threads for eyebrows, the redhead tilted her head to one side and simply smiled. It was a venomous, sweet smile. "Forget to add a leash on those hormones, hmm?"
The guy looked terrified but amused. Smiling nervously, he chuckled at the girl while scanning his eyes up and down her legs. "Yeah..." A series of chuckles rose into the air.
Rolling her eyes and sighing out a small "hmm", that sweet smile disappeared as she suddenly leaned forward, causing him to lean back. Placing her hands on his knees, she dug her nails into his skin and narrowed her eyes. That same smile returned, this time more vicious than ever. "Well I think it's about time to remember to do that."
The man could only stare at her, sweat running down his cheeks. He tried desperately to avoid her gaze when a series of "Oohs" escaped in deep, masculine voices. He swallowed hard as her eyes seemed to pierce like burning needles into his own for the briefest of moments. It lasted like an eternity, yet it was actually a mere two seconds.
She suddenly turned around, causing the men to shut up. "Oh what? Now all of you forgot your leashes? Why don't I add them on for you?"
If there were any chuckles remaining, they all died down. The men all shut up and stared at her. A few of them had red faces. It was obvious they were trying to choke back a laugh. One guy couldn't hold it back and snorted.
Her head jerked down to face him since he was sitting down. He held his breath for a moment, letting it out in a choked up cough. "You're probably thinking that it would pleasure you, huh? Well guess what boys..." She turned away from him and pierced every other guy with that same death gaze. The poor man could only let out a small sigh of relief. It sounded more like a squeak. "I'm not going to make it pleasure island for you if I do that. It's gonna hurt...and it's gonna hurt bad." Emphasizing the last word, her voice grew louder with a snap of her head and a swish of that waist-length ponytail that accompanied the last word.
Growling, her brows knitted together in amused frustration. "Why are you even all in here?!" She roared, causing some of the boys to run across the court and push their way out of the doors. "Hold it!"
The squeaking of sneakers stopped, as all the boys who were halfway out froze and stared at her. One guy who was already outside nervously glanced between her and his freedom out on that fresh, green football field. It was his freedom or a risk of his life from that...bitchy cheerleader.
"Close the door," she purred.
A few of the other men who were outside stepped onto the grass and began to close the door. The other men flashed them horrified looks.
"And stay inside!" Her tone hardened. The boys hesitantly obeyed, pulling the doors behind them as if they were the doors of doom. She took one step towards them and sent them all cowering to the corners, opening up a little road for her to pass between them.
Sighing, she shook her head and made a disgusted face. "You're not even suppose to be in here. We sent those flyers out announcing the cheerleading try-outs for girls who actually wanted to be cheerleaders. We didn't pass them out or stick them all over the walls for you to come here and watch us. It's not a show." She stated as a-matter-of-factly. Her tone quickly hardened and rose into a roar. "If it was a show then you would have to pay us!"
Her eyes roamed around the room and landed on one guy, pinning him to the wall. She smiled again, this time a smile of complete pleasure. "Hey Travis." He could only smile back nervously.
Just then, the doors were slowly pushed open as another cheerleader with blonde hair stepped inside. She took one look at all the boys and stared with wide eyes. At the same time, she stepped back as her hand shot up to cover her nose. "Oh Christ! Who the hell grilled skin over here?"
The cheerleaders all snapped to attention, including the redhead. "Oh Serena! Hi!"
"Yeah hey Vicki..." Her voice sounded forced out as she desperately waved a hand in front of her nose. "It's like night of the living dead in here. What the hell happened? And why are they all in here?"
Victoria flashed her a worried yet apologetic look. "Oh...all these boys thought they could get a free show during the try-outs."
"Free show?" Serena laughed, flashing all the men a disapproving but not cold glance. "Well we're not exactly cheap but we're not exactly worth a million dollars either. Oh and as for the girls, a few of them attempted to come in but they said it smelled like Satan's bowl. They're all lined up outside. I didn't understand them so I figured I would come in...and see for myself." She took in a deep breath and crinkled her nose. "Now I know what they mean."
Some of them simply chuckled.
"They also said something about...screaming?"
All the other cheerleaders stared at Victoria. She chuckled nervously and quickly changed the subjet. "Well what are you going to do about it, Capt? You gonna let all these boys stay in here?"
"No...no." She stared at all the guys and flashed them a hopeless look. "Sorry guys...no free shows until the games or competion. We can't even try out for competition with all of you piled out in here."
A roar of pleading protests escaped once again as all the guys piled out of the gym. Serena waved her hand as if to shoo them away. "And for God's sake bring an air freshener nextime."
One of the cheerleaders with black hair pulled out a bottle of air freshener from her red bag and sprayed it all over. "I figured they'd be here." She sighed when Serena flashed her a questioning look.
"Thanks Raye."
"Don't mention it. The boys always like poking their noses in our business anyway..." Amy, a cheerleader with dyed blue short hair, stepped up beside her to set her bag down next to Raye's. "...and to poke their noses up Vicki's ass." Raye lowered her voice so that only Amy and two other surrounding girls could hear her.
The two others, another blonde named Mina and a brunet named Lita turned to face her. "It's true." Raye concluded. "They're only helpless around her because they want to be. Face it, they're guys. Guys may hate bitchy attitudes but her body makes up for it all." Being the only cheerleaders who either didn't care or were simply frustrated that they couldn't get down to business right away, the three other girls agreed.
They were the only ones who didn't copy every single move Victoria Addams made earlier when they walked in.
Mina turned to face Serena and sighed. "I wish she didn't tell us to follow Vicki while she was out gathering all the girls. Placing Victoria second in highest position just makes that girl feel so powerful."
Raye silently agreed as the rest of the cheerleaders walked in, followed by a mob of girls. One of them, another redhead with shorter, curly hair, turned to face Serena and sighed. "We tried everything to get them together and in place."
Vicki, who was near by, flashed the girls a curious glance while listening intently. Molly, oblivious to the other girl's sudden interest, continued. "We tried teaching them the cheers. I know we need a few replacements for Karla and Hazel but a lot of them are expecting about ten girls to be picked. Some of them seem to take this too seriously, too. I don't think they know how important this is, even if it's just for competition."
Serena stared worriedly at the girls (who were all ready with their own little pom-poms, work-out clothes, and Go Wildcats Banners) and flashed the girl a weak smile. "Thanks Molly. I'll take care of things from here."
"Don't mention it. You're the captain." Molly smiled back and called out to the other cheerleaders to take their places. She didn't notice Victoria cringe.
Meanwhile, Serena called out to the girls and gave them directions. She had to raise her voice a few times just to get them all hushed up and in a straight line...or five. "First things first. You need to get the whole point of this thing down before even get on to the basics..."
Molly made her way around the large table set out before the try outs, along with the other cheerleaders. Just as she was about to approach her own seat, Victoria grabbed her arm. "I was standing right beside her. Why didn't you tell me?"
Molly cocked a brow at her. "Why would I?"
Another girl with straight, neck-length black hair stepped up beside Victoria. "Because the Captain's aready tired. Try the second captain." She replied with a smirk for Victoria, who simply smiled at Molly.
Molly rolled her eyes and smiled back at both of them. "She's just second in command." She directed her gaze completely at Victoria. "She's not the captain."
Victoria sneered as Molly walked off. Turning to face the girl beside her, she flashed that same smile but with genuine pleasure. "Yet. I'm not the captain...yet. I've got those boys afraid of me..." She placed two fingers on the table and began to move them, as if taking her fingers for a stroll. "...And I'll be walking my way up to the Captain's position in no time. In the mean time, I'll be working on Travis." She grinned and took her place behind the table to get ready for the try-outs, her eyes on Serena the whole time.
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Author's Notes: Well what do you think so far? I named them after my school...the Wildcats. =P Review please! Pardon any typos.