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"I'm sorry, but could you repeat that?" Sam asked, pointing at the more revealing outfit on Amélie.
"I am a cheerleader." Amélie shook her hands for emphasis. Though a bit silly without pom-poms, to her horde of admirers, it was more than enough to have them drooling.
Sam blinked. "Ok, not to sound insulting, but how?! And why!?"
"Well..." Amélie began as she talked about yesterday when Star had asked her to hang out. The French girl had been walking around town, ignoring the ogles and jeers she'd been getting as she stopped by the mall, specifically a shop named Oh! La! La!, which specialized in European styles.
"BCBG!" Amélie exclaimed as she looked around the shop. She was back at home for a moment, but as she picked up a shirt, she found herself in a game of tug-o-war with Paulina.
"Hey, get your own-...oh, Amélie . It's you," Paulina said, noticing the girl.
"Bonjour, Paulina. You came here for the chic outfits as well?" Amélie picked at another shirt, one of a heart with the top split in half with the word unbreakable on it.
"Who wouldn't!?" Star butted in with a beautiful dress as she hung it before her. "Doesn't this outfit look amazing?"
Amélie joined in, agreeing with the blonde girl as they looked at the lovely dresses, stylish ensembles, and outfits. But Paulina stared with a poker face, mainly at the boys that were staring at her moments before. Now their gazes traveled to the French girl.
And that's when Paulina had an idea.
"Hey, Amélie . I have some good news. One of the girls dropped out dure to an injury and we're having cheer tryouts. Me and Star think you would be JUST perfect to join the team," Paulina said, with a sugary sweet time on her face.
Amélie blinked, putting down a shirt. "Cheerleading? Moi?" She asked.
Paulina and Star nodded, the latter more jubilantly.
"Si. You said it yourself. You like to dance," Paulina said, hoping she sounded convincing.
And it was evident as the French girl nodded with a smile.
"My job is on hold for now, so sign me up," Amélie said.
"Then let's get you a uniform!" Star grabbed her friend's arm. "Paulina has a key to the gym. We can get you set up before school starts.
And that was how Amélie came to school in her cheerleading uniform today.
"And that was how it happened. It was all Paulina's idea," Amélie explained.
"I see..." Sam said, frowning.
She then noticed that the French girl was wearing the cheer outfit...and that it seemed to be a size too small. She also noticed that all the boys in a ten miles area were drooling over her.
The goth girl frowned, irritated.
"Any particular reason you're wearing the outfit? Before practice?" Sam pointed.
Amélie glanced to the side, tilting down with one hand facing away as she leaned in. The goth shrugged, moving her head to the side.
A whisper was exchanged, and Sam was put back as she blinked in surprise.
"Can...can you say that again?" Sam asked, cupping her hands to her ear.
"My...brassiere can't fit," Amélie whispered again. "I grew again and have to wait for a special order to arrive."
Purple eyes darted to the immense bosom and the completely exposed cleavage by the outfit's design. The already rarity of their size was hard to believe, but knowing that the French girl was still growing, even with her almost Amazonian figure and height, was hard to swallow.
An audible gulp was heard from Sam, who stepped back with frozen thoughts echoing.
"Well...-Ahem-...I guess that's a good reason, if any," Sam managed to say.
"Oui," Amélie said, though she still looked embarrassed by the fact that she was still growing. She is proud of her body, but there are at times when she deals with these...inconveniences.
Sam had to fight back her thoughts, trying to suppress her jealousy at the girl's still developing figure. While maybe not envious of her chest size, the goth would have like the same height as the French girl.
"Anyway, I must go and...as you American's say...warm up. I'll see you later," Amélie said, waving back as she left.
Sam watched as the flock of boys followed the pretty French girl like bees to honey or a person that had disturbed them. She sighed, slapping her head before leaning against that locker wall.
"This can't be a good," Sam said, but her attention went to Danny and Tucker, who were drooling. "And this could be worse."
Hormones teased the ghost boy and his friend, threatening to steer their thoughts from schoolwork as the former tried to shake himself back in line as the school bell rang. Embarrassed by his actions, he smiled nervously as he and the goth began to drag their friend to class.
The school day ran with talk of Amélie and her new position. Many boys overlapped their comments of lust and wanton desires before, during, or after a big game that was coming this weekend. It seemed this time, a full attendance was likely.
Nevertheless, school spirit was pumped as many were looking forward to the next game, and none more so than Dash. The boy, already arrogant from his reign as 'king of Casper High,' did nothing to contain his joy or his stares.
His fellow football players, while also enjoying the view, showed mild concern as the classes went by.
This feeling blew up during after school practice when the quarterback was passed the ball, only to be dog piled by the team.
"Hey! Get off me!" Dash yelled, flailing his limbs as the others got off.
"Dude, are you gonna be able to play the game?" Kwan came up. He glanced at the cheerleaders, specifically the only one that could distract the boy. "I don't think staring at Amélie is gonna hep win us the game."
Dash growled as he got up. Dusting himself off, he flexed an arm, showing off his muscles before kissing it. That was regretted as the boy spat out the remaining dirt on the sleeve.
"Baxter!" Coach Tetslaff stormed over with a growling face. She blew her whistle loud, enough for the whole school to hear.
The entire football team instantly formed a line, standing tall as the burly woman stomped over. They looked like soldiers just entering training, scared straight by their sergeant.
"We have two days till the next game, and you're busy staring at the cheerleaders! What have you got it save for yourself?!" Tetslaff towered over Dash with the meanest glare she could.
The quarterback sweated nervously as he stuttered under her gaze. Self-proclaimed king or not, all the jocks knew better than to get on the coach's bad side, especially during practice.
With a drill sergeant's stature, Tetslaff walked along the line.
"Do I need to remind you how we barely got to the semifinals last year?! Not to mention this year, if we want to go further, we have to beat our long time rivals, the Lawndale Lions! Do we want a repeat of last year!?" Tetslaff shouted.
"No, coach!" The team yelled back.
The coach blew her whistle. "Alright! I want fifty laps around the field!" She went to the cheerleaders. "And if any of you boys think about rubbernecking, I have my eyes on you."
The cheerleaders saw this and frowned.
"Geez, you'd think he never seen a girl before," Star said, not impressed.
"You mean he doesn't know what perfection looks like," Paulina said, jealous that SHE wasn't the one they were ogling.
Paulina glanced over her shoulder, muscle memory helping her with the routine as she instructed the others. Frilly skirts and pom-poms danced dangerously but not as much as Amélie's chest, unrestrained in the corset tube top.
The head cheerleader smiled wickedly to herself. Her plan was working, and soon, everyone would be done with Amélie and her breasts. She was so glad the fabric held onto that corset, watching it easily contain the French girl's chest.
But she wondered if this would bring too much attention. Now that her plan was in action, Danny Phantom came to mind. When the next ghost attack would come, would he be as distracted?
The Latina girl shook her head. There was no way she would lose the ghost boy. Their chemistry was...what was the word from chemistry class? Solid.
But assumed perceptions did nothing to sow doubt as she watched Amélie move. The French girl was in sync with the rest, having learned their move set smoothly.
"Maybe we should change things up," Paulina thought out loud.
"Like a new cheer routine?" Star asked with a smile. She jumped fervently with her pom-poms clapped together.
"Maybe one where Little Miss Perfect doesn't hog the spotlight," a cheerleader, Tracy, whispered to her friend, Stephanie. The girls shared a nod, but others that heard looked to the French girl, who had barely broken a sweat.
"Perhaps we can do something more than hip swaying and waving our arms?" Amélie demonstrated her opinions by imitating declared movements. "It is rather...boring."
The girls around nodded their heads. So far, the routine had been the same, with basic dance moves that their newcomer's words could best describe.
"Hey!" Paulina clapped her hands as she silenced everyone before a discussion. "All cheers have to be approved by Ms. Tetslaff—"
"Who has to hear it from either you or the satellite," Stephanie snarked.
"I TOLD YOU NEVER TO CALL ME THAT!" Star yelled, ignoring the stares she was getting.
"Girls, focus! I don't need you all getting distracted too!" Ms. Tesslaff said as she blew her whistle, and the girls returned to work as practice continued.
Saturday night came, and the crowd cheered as Dash threw another touchdown. The jock danced, feeling on fire as he saw the scoreboard. It read the home team was ahead by three points, and the Ravens were looking forward to another touchdown.
From the bleachers, the entire town had come to watch the local school, with Jazz and Sam joining their ranks as they were watching from afar. The former had binoculars hanging from her neck, the only one of the two who kept an eye out.
"Remind me again why we're here?" Sam snarked. Leaning back in her seat, the goth reached for her bag and the snacks she had brought. "I thought it was obvious I hate sports and cliche town events like this."
Jazz rolled her eyes and groaned at her companion. A sickly frown was given as she grabbed one of the snacks, much to the latter's annoyance. The elder Fenton had to remind her company about how this was Amélie's first time cheerleading at a game and that she was coming to support her friend. And the girls were not the only ones that came.
Tucker was on the field in the raven mascot costumed, flailing about as he did everything to bring up the school spirit and not get trampled by the athletes. As he kept dancing, the boy took the time to stare at the nearby cheerleaders and the opposing team's squad.
Tripping over his feet, the boy found himself closer than he liked as Amélie pushed him away with a well-placed kick.
"You think Tucker would put away his hormones to focus," Jazz commented through the binocular lens.
"On what? We all know everyone is here to see Amélie dance around in a skimpy outfit," Sam commented as she grabbed another bag of vegan chips.
"Exactly! Amélie just might become the most popular girl in town, and Paulina isn't happy about that!" Jazz turned her attention to the field. From the way the away team was fumbling around, it seemed they noticed two reasons not to play the game.
"So? Paulina's not the smartest girl in school."
"True, but she's determined." Jazz put down her binoculars to glare at the goth. "And in case you forgot, remember Halloween? All Amélie has to cover herself is a skirt and what is call a tube top at best."
That got Sam's attention, now grabbing the ocular tools to study the field. The girls shared the device as they looked around
"Good point. Danny, you need to—Danny?"
Sam and Jazz put away their spying eyes to notice a missing ghost boy with them moments ago.
"Is he still in the bathroom?" Jazz raised an eyebrow.
"Nah...I'm guessing ghost."
"That's weird. What kind of ghost haunts a school during a game?" Jazz went back to spying the field, watching Tucker get back up to perform his dance.
Danny had just stepped out of the restroom, glad to relieve himself before the end of the game. If he can during the end, any nearby jocks would take the time to reintroduce a swirlie and he did not want to impersonate a plunger.
Clapping his hands, the boy began walking back to the game. Part of him wanted no part in being here, but his sister's debate spurred him into coming. Although basically coming to a game to watch the cheerleaders did not seem as fun as the movies made it.
The empty locker room was exited as he went back to the bleachers. However, life gave one of its ever faithful sucker punches, another a blue wisp that escaped from his mouth. And before there was time to transform, three vultures doves through the ceiling and whisked the boy away.
A set of white rings appeared, transforming Fenton into Phantom as he flexed himself free. The flock scattered to the air as he followed.
"Alright. What do you bird brains want?—"
Danny's snark was cut short as he felt his throat gripped tight. From nowhere, Vlad Plasmius appeared, his vampiric form staring at the boy before throwing him at the school roof.
Danny smashed into the campus, partially dazed, before getting back up.
"It's not what the vultures want. It's what I want." Plasmius floated down. His relaxed posture mocked the ghost boy, pressuring him silently with their power difference.
"And yet mom still loves dad," Danny quipped. "Now why don't you go back and feed your cat?"
"Funny." Vlad's tone hinted at annoyance but remained calm as he flew over, circling the boy. "But you can relax. I'm not here to fight. Just...checking up on things."
"Things?...Why do I get the feeling it's more than that?" Danny charged ghostly energy into his eyes, glowing brighter as he glared.
"Isn't it always?" The taunt was more like a fact, but Vlad stopped before the boy. "I just wanted to see how Amélie is doing. You know her father calls me sometimes."
"Her father?" Danny blinked, remembering how he had never asked about Amélie's family yet. "What does he have to do with this?"
"For you? I'm guessing a lot more given how I've heard the girl comes over to your house. Of course, it's not for you, obviously."
"Get to the point."
The vampiric ghost chuckled darkly, hovering closer. His figure began to tower over the ghost boy, blocking the light of the moon behind.
"Very well. I'll keep it short. Amélie's stay has been extended, and I'm here wondering how you're taking things."
Danny tensed. A sharp gasp could not be held back before a growl came. His fists rose, and his spine curved as he gritted his teeth.
"Hmmm. Interesting. So she is important to you. But I doubt anything will come of it," Vlad mocked.
"If you drag her into our fight, I'll—"
"Calm yourself, Daniel. I have no reason to include Ms. Lemieux into our duels. I'm stating facts. She's only a visitor and after all this...well, she'll forget you."
Ghosty green eyes glowed brighter as Danny charged his fists. He couldn't do anything right now, knowing Vlad would have a trick or two in cars of anything. Playing things close to the vest, he stopped his anger, remained silent, and listened.
The cheers of the game echoed in the night as the ghosts floated above the campus. For a moment, the ghost boy eyed the fields. It was only for a moment, but when his gaze went back to Vlad, he was gone, vanishing for another fight.
"I'll be back," Vlad's voice was heard. "And next time, I might be as nice. So be careful."
Danny groaned, going back to the ground and the bleachers as he found Jazz and Sam. Nobody noticed as the crowd stood in joy, applauding the home team for their victory as the final quarter ended. Casper High won a game, so it was now time to leave before the jocks celebrated by hunting the social outcasts.
But he didn't mind. All he could think about was Vlad and his surprise check-up. If one round ended in a draw, the next step was to prepare for the coming match.
"Danny, are you alright?" Jazz asked. She put down the binoculars, seeing how her brother's melancholy was out of place.
"I'm fine, " Danny said with a hand wave. "Just ghosts...again."
Jazz and Sam stared at the boy, but the cheering drowned their trains of thought. It was hard to think about anything but the game as the jocks ran to the lockers, hollering like wild animals as they head locked each other.
The cheerleaders returned to their locker room, jumping for joy as they talked, excited about the winning game.
"La vanche! That was fun!" Amélie had not taken many steps, bouncing around with energy as her body shook excitedly. "And the players, they won, so everyone is happy, Qui?"
"Everyone but the other team!" Star matched her friend's optimism as she joined in. Her joy was infectious as some girls smiled and joined her in spirit.
Paulina strutted past the girls, scoffing mentally at the win. Dash may have slammed the most touchdowns, but it was the other team in going and staring that cost the game. Her plan was going perfectly, seeing how the Ravens were less distracted.
The head cheerleader opened her locker, staring into the mirror on the door as she put away her uniform. She watched how Amélie was still excited, bouncing her ample chest as her top held itself together. A few more games and those mountains would seem more like hills, and then the Latina girl would be back on top.
"Jealous?" Came a voice. Paulina knew it to be Tracy, who was not with the others cheering, leaning against the locker wall.
"Of a couple of boobs? Pffft. As if," Paulina snarked as she put on her top, earning an eye roll from the other girl.
"Maybe not, but I know you have something planned." Tracey leaned in, whispering as the others got changed to leave. "Mind filling me in?"
Paulina scoffed, closing the locker door as she stared back condescendingly at the girl. "It's already in motion, and doesn't need someone like you," she said before leaving.
Tracey rolled her eyes, going to her locker, ignoring the small celebration as everyone prepared to leave. Unlike the head cheerleader, her ego was never in front of her face, and her silence never meant submission but rather patience.
Danny hovered in the night sky, watching everyone leave as Jazz and Sam waited for Amélie. Tucker was seen sitting down, exhausted from being trampled all game, and playing a video game. The ghost boy waited till he saw the French girl, never leaving his sight as he stared.
"Something tells me I'll have to ask about her sooner than later. Hopefully I don't cross a line," he muttered. He left as his friends guided Amélie home. Star soon followed, separating her friend from the unpopular as she led the way to the Nasty Burger, where everyone headed for a celebratory meal.
"I don't understand why Sam and Jazz can't join us. I know Tucker is, but why the girls?" Amélie, though bigger and stronger, let her blonde friend guide her out of courtesy and to avoid a scene.
"Because you don't celebrate with the losers of high school," Star stated. "Why do you want to hang out with them? Don't you know Jazz's brother has freaky parents?"
The blonde girl was jerked back, now unable to lead her friend. Her arm was held tight. Her hand was not like a claw but showed enough power to let the more petite girl know she was annoying.
Amélie stared at Star with a stern glare. "A think these losers you speak of have different views than that. And I can hang out with whoever I want to."
Star was surprised by that reaction.
"But Amélie ...they aren't popular. Dash and Paulina made that clear," She said like it was obvious.
"So what? It's not like that actually means anything...besides, who gives them the right to decide who is popular and who is not?" Amélie asked, arms crossed.
Star looked like she was asked the most outrageous question of all time.
"It's just how things are. I can't change them," Star said.
"But you don't have to follow them, especially if they seem relou." Amélie bent down with her hand on her hips.
Star sighed but shrugged, pleading with her eyes for the French girl to join her. While it was a sad display, the desired effect came as the two girls walked to the Nasty Burger, where they saw Dash being held up by the jocks as they passed around sodas and milkshakes.
The quarterback saw the latter come in and take a table, smiling until the others dropped him once they noticed.
Valerie Gray, a former member of the A-Listers, had been behind the counter, offering to take care of the bonus should they get out of control. She saw how the newest cheerleader was surrounded from all sides as they tried to talk to her. But she also saw Paulina glaring at the boys as she pulled her shirt collar and compared her pride.
"Looks like Paulina wishes she had her looks," Valerie smirked as she took a tray, ready to herd the jocks away.
An invisible Danny had been watching as Amélie enjoyed her burger with Star, looking at the ruckus inside. He was out on patrol, but his heart made him stop here, partially wishing he could enjoy a moment like this. While he wanted nothing to do with being popular, especially at the expense of his real friends, being at the lowest end of the social totem pole would get to him.
Celebrating victories without a care in the world, times he found a rarity as his ghost sense went off again. Being the town hero had made the grass on his side of the field greener, but he could not help peering over the fence sometimes.
Before leaving, his unseen eyes wandered toward the French girl. His heart pulled in all directions as he thought about Vlad's words, yet there was a stinging pain in his organ, something he could not describe for now.
And that was the keywords: for now. Eventually, Amélie would return to Paris. So what did that mean for him?
"I hate puberty," Danny groaned as he took to the skies.
And another chapter published. Danny has more work cut out for him, as the year's first football game ended in victory. With a little shout-out to another series, can you guess what it is? Anyway, next time, a little romance ahead.
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Reviews:
RonaldM40196867: She showed it chapters back, but now there's no inventory to sell. So now, she's a cheerleader, with the teams eyeing her. She has. She likes to dance; in fact, she goes to dance parties in Amity Park when she can. Yep, but that's next year.
Luiz4200: Yep.
Jebest4781: Thanks!
pokemon fan 1991: That's hormones for you.
Invader Johnny: Yeah. Ember's trouble, but Paulina will be gunning for Amélie specifically.