Note that they're seniors in Highschool so Puck is a bit more mature. Plus they're dating.
Cheerleader
Sabrina sat under a tree, watching the cheerleaders practice further down the field. A few yards away from the cheerleaders, the football team was working out and running laps. Sabrina could see her boyfriend, Puck, doing some push-ups.
Sabrina turned her attention back to the cheerleading squad. She wasn't a big fan of cheerleaders, still, she couldn't help but admire their flexibility. She rather enjoyed watching them do their backbends. Still, Sabrina would never ever want to be one of them. Lost in thought, Sabrina didn't notice someone had plopped down next to her.
"Hey Ugly!" Puck said as he sat down. Sabrina barely looked at him. Puck followed her gaze to where the girls were practicing. He frowned. "You thinking of trying out?"
Sabrina glared at him. "Of course not!"
"Good." Puck leaned back against the tree.
"What is that supposed to mean?"
"I just don't think it's something someone like you would do."
"Someone like me?"
Puck nodded. "No offence."
Sabrina felt her face flush. "Are you saying I couldn't do it?"
Puck shrugged and blinked down at his girlfriend. "I'm saying I don't want you to be a cheerleader. Plus, you don't seem like the peppy cheerleader type."
Sabrina huffed and crossed her arms over her chest. "Whatever."
"As annoying as you are, I like that you're the tomboy type." Puck went on.
Sabrina blushed , not sure what else to say.
"Plus, if you were wearing that skirt, every guy on the football team would be gawking. And I don't want that!"
Sabrina slapped him for no apparent reason. At least, no reason that Puck could see. "What was that for? I just basically called you pretty."
Sabrina stood up, brushing grass off of her pants. "I slapped you because I wanted to. Live with it."
And with that she left.
Puck watched her leave and then stood up. "Man, I love high school." He muttered before jogging back to the team.