𝑮𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝑮𝒊𝒓𝒍𝒔 𝑮𝒐 𝑩𝒂𝒅

three

Besides her emotions and everything she kept in inside, things came easy for Olivia. Things like cheerleading.

Cheerleading was a sport Olivia started when she was little. Joining a gym and starting to do cheer was the first real important decision she made on her own. Her parents were supportive, and they pushed her like they usually did. When it came to cheerleading, though, all of the pressure she got from other people didn't matter. She was naturally amazing at it.

It started off with doing competition cheer between fourth and eighth grade. Every competition she entered, she won. Her parents made her a trophy case when she won her first competition. Since then, they had to build an extra one for the rest of the trophies she earned.

It made her feel good. All of the pressure and energy she built up everyday from the people around her was piling up inside her, and she felt like cheerleading was one of the only escapes. When she got tossed into the air, she felt as if she were the only person in the world. As if all of the judge mental people and her parents and the expectations disappeared. She felt as if she were flying.

She took it more seriously than the rest of the girls on the team, and they looked up to her for that. That's why she was captain. It was obvious she was the best cheerleader and had the best intentions. Plus, East Highland didn't have a cheer coach. Olivia had to step in. She led the team every practice, pushing them. Making them work harder.

When she was little she wanted to be a professional cheerleader or a cheer coach or mentor for little kids. But, when her parents told her how unlikely that was, the idea went away. They pushed her for doing something in the medical field, anything that made good money. They wanted her to be successful. They needed a successful child as if to prove something to the world.

They liked the idea she was cheering, but for them it was more of a side thing. Her mother cheered in high school herself, which was how she met Olivia's dad on the football team. It was a little bit of a stereotype, but they didn't mind that for their daughter. They wanted her to be Ms. Americana.

"Shit." Olivia mumbled under her breath.

Stacy, one of the flyers on the team, fell for the second time during this practice alone right on her shoulder. She cried in pain on the floor, holding her shoulder in her hand.

"Guys, what happened?" Olivia asked, running up to Stacy as the team huddled around her. She knew what happened, she was watching carefully the whole time. But it was important to hear the rest of the girl's perspectives.

"That whole pyramid was shaky. Me and Maddy's hands weren't lined up right and she wasn't looking where her feet were going. It wasn't our fault." One of the girls, Becky said. Olivia shook her head, kneeling next to Stacy.

"Whenever someone falls or messes up it's a team effort. No one in this sport ever messes up on their own. Everyone got that?" Liv asked after looking down at Stacy one more time. She put her hands on her hips and looked around at each and every girl on the team, making sure they understood. The team had to work together, and she knew they couldn't afford to blame each other for their own mistakes.

"I want you to sit up slowly and stand up from there." Olivia said, holding Stacy's back to help her up. A few of the other girls stepped in, and Olivia got a good look at her shoulder once she was on her feet.

"Cassie, can you walk her down to check if the nurse is in the building yet? I'm like, eighty percent sure it's dislocated and she has to go to the hospital, but I still want the nurse to have a look at it." Liv said, pulling Cassie aside and whispering. Cassie nodded, happy to help out a member of her team.

"Alright, let's wrap up practice for today." Olivia announced to the group once Stacy and Cassie left the gym.

She walked over to her bag and checked the time on her phone. It read 7:52 AM, and she only had a few minutes to change in the locker room and get out of the building before teachers started coming in. She didn't want to run into any familiar faces.

After practice, Liv headed down to the gym her dad built in their house.

Olivia worked out four times a week. She had a routine and she hated not following it, things messing it up or bullshit getting in the way of it.

Liv used to be overweight as a kid. Every time she went to the pediatrician, they would call her almost "morbidly obese" and recommend different things to help her loose the weight.

Olivia's parents didn't want a fat daughter. They didn't want people to see them working out with her at the gym, so her dad built them a gym with the extra space they had in the basement. The room before they moved in was a gym room, anyway, so it worked out pretty well. It's not like they were embarrassed to take their obese daughter out in public, but they wanted her to improve her body in the best, fastest, most efficient way possible. At least that's what they told themselves.

By the time she was fourteen, Liv's body fat dropped by 75.3 percent in a matter of two months. Her mom wrote out a routine for her with different workouts she had to complete four times a week. She's stuck with it ever since.

Looking back, there could have been a numerous amount of things that contributed to Olivia's weight loss. It could have been the intense workouts, the cheerleading she picked up on, the eating disorder she developed (and got over), or the dietary pills and supplements her mom would make her take to help her lose the weight.

But now, she had the body a lot of girls dreamed of. A thigh gap, nice, perky tits, a cute ass, a toned stomach. It didn't make her feel confident all the time like she imagined it would. Every now and then she'd look at a plate of food she finished eating and go back to the time of her eating disorder. She'd excuse herself from the table, walk to her room and undress. She'd throw punches at her stomach, staring at herself naked in the mirror and pin point every little flaw she could find on her body from the hair on her head to the toes on her feet.

By the time she was done working out, Olivia decided to text Fezco. She felt bad for leaving him at his house earlier after sleeping in his bed, but she had to get to practice. Besides, she had nothing else to do today.

Fezco
TODAY 10:27 AM

i'm done cheer and working out and i don't have anything else to do today

bet
i have some deliveries i gotta do so come over at like 12

ok

She read the messages over one last time before she got a text from Jayson.

Jayson
TODAY 10:34 AM

Hey, I'm stopping by to pick you up so we can go out to breakfast.

shit im sorry i cant, i already have plans for today

But I'm your boyfriend

ik but you should've called or texted me earlier when i didn't make plans

Cmon let's just go

jay

Baby
What plans are so important you can't go out to eat with me?

ok ok

Good. I'll be there in ten.