By: HeatherDawn

Prompts: cheerleader, summer

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"Oh My God!" Alice squealed as we grabbed our bags off the back of the bus.

I looked around at all the perfectly proportioned whores that were making their way to the hotel lobby. Whores that others would refer to as cheerleaders, and now I could count myself amongst them. Alice, Rose and I had tried out for the Varsity squad and actually made it. Even me with my clumsiness had managed to not fall on my ass at the tryouts.

So, here we were on our first day as official members of the Forks Varsity Cheer squad. Even I had to admit that I was a little excited. We'd been to a few meetings where we listened to the quiet whispers of the senior cheerleaders as they discussed the Hot Bitch. It was all they talked about. I remembered wondering why the Hot Bitch's opinion mattered so much, and today I'd finally find out what all the fuss was about.

Things like "I wonder what the Hot Bitch would think of this outfit?" and "Can you believe we get to see the Hot Bitch again?" were just a few questions among the many that were asked on the ride here.

As the girls continued their exuberance, I led the way from the lobby up to our rooms where we dropped our bags off and headed back down for the first assembly.

Walking outside into the open courtyard, I noticed several squads were staring and pointing at the front where the stage was. I could see three incredibly attractive men setting up the stage as another gentleman guided them. Unfortunately he had his back to me, so I couldn't ogle him the way I was so openly doing with the other three guys on stage.

One was your typical burly football type, with huge muscles that were overly accentuated by his tight polo and the popped collar. The other two were dressed alike, in classic band t-shirts, and didn't seem to be as into checking out the girls as the other guy was - until I saw them look our way. The blond one with shaggy hair spotted Alice and gave her a quick wink as he made his way over to her.

The big burly guy walked right up to Rosalie and grasped her hand, bringing it to his lips. Rolling my eyes, I heard a chuckle from the last guy, the gorgeous one with a crooked grin and incredibly deep green eyes.

But all that, even the gorgeous guy in front of me, ceased to exist when the fourth man on stage turned around to find out where his helpers had run off to.

I was now staring at the single most attractive blond man I had ever seen. He was older, more mature than the young guys that had so willingly showed us their undivided attention, but the girls and I couldn't help but swoon as we watched him reprimand the boys with a single look.

They quickly told us goodbye and that they would catch up with us later, but their duty was calling.

I don't think Alice, Rose or myself did anything but wave them off as we eagerly anticipated what the man on the stage would say now that he was standing in front of the microphone.

"Good morning," he greeted as the room erupted in laughter, cheers, whistles, and catcalls.

"We love you, Coach Cullen," was heard in the distance as someone snickered behind us.

"Thank you, thank you," he blushed. "Is everybody ready for another week of smiles, tears, and sweat? I know some of you are noobies here and I want to welcome you and let you know that I prefer to go by Carlisle, Coach Cullen, or, as some have started referring to me, Hot Bitch."

Unbelievable. Carlisle was the Hot Bitch, the one who's opinion mattered, the one that had been the reason our bloomers had to have lace.

Giggles were heard all around us as Carlisle continued. "While I don't mind that you refer to me as such, I do have to let you know that I am married to a very smart, sexy woman. She's the love of my life and has ever graciously given me an adorable son that I love more than I ever imagined I could love anybody, apart from her."

Swoon.

"Now, if you all would please give your attention to the side of the stage, I'll direct you to my assistants again this year. These are my nephews - Emmett, Jasper and Edward. If you need anything, please be sure to let them know. They are very eager to assist you with any of your most basic needs."

He backed away as his nephews approached the microphone to say a few words. They were not phased by the collective groan that emanated from the crowd of high school girls as Carlisle left center stage.

The groans grew to boos as Emmett continued to inform us of the services that they would be offering. The services that were laced with sexual innuendos. Services that we all wished the man now standing at the back of the stage was willing to offer, as well. But he was busy being greeted by the little boy that ran into his arms and a woman, who I could only assume was the love of his life.