The cheerleader

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Jessie's POV

As the bell rang I stood up and kissed Jake on the cheek quickly, before walking towards the school with Megan and Kylie, my bestfriends.

I'll explain. Jake is my boyfriend of a month, and he is honestly the sweetest thing ever! He's on the football and hockey team and he's fifteen, Chaz doesn't really approve, because of the age difference, but I don't care.

Megan and Kylie. Words can't describe how close we are, we've been friends since we were two years old, when our moms put us in an junior gymnastics class, for young kids to give them a kickstart for when they were old enough for cheerleading. So it's safe to say we're good at gymnastics. We also do other activities together too. Forever busy! We spend so much time together that our moms are best friends just from chatting while we refused to leave eachother over the years. Their my Co-Captains on the cheer squad. Which is unbelievable because the squad is aged thirteen to eighteen, you can try out in your first year of high school to your very last, and we're only thirteen but we made captain and co-captains! Some people in the squad were bitter at the start, but everyone is used to us now!

We walked into our first class, homeroom, I got my mom (an editor of vogue magazine) to ring up and ask could we be in the same classes, and our principle agreed!

Homeroom is always boring, you just chat to your friends and listen to announcements. Simple!

After homeroom we had math, We don't like math, but we're pretty good at it so we're in a good class. And what a coincidence, Ryan and Chaz are too. Greeat.

As Me and the girls walked in I ignored Ryan and Chaz, their used to it. I sat down at my desk and turned to Megan, who was at a desk infront of me, and Kylie, who's desk was beside me. "So, party this weekend?" Meg asked casually. "Ye, it's Ben's party at his house, cheerleaders and jocks automatically invited, of course!" I giggled. "What ar-" Kylie was cut off by Ms. Cambridge walking in, she was strict, so everyone always shut up for her. "Right class today were do-" she was cutoff by the intercom on the wall beeping, signalling the principle was about to come on for a message, what was with people getting cut off today!?

"Students! Important message from Coach. Green, can all cheerleaders go to the changing room, get dressed into practise clothes and go the field, if Shes not there yet do a warmup under Ms. Somers guidance, it's an emergency practise. Thank you." With that we all turned to Miss. Cambridge

"Right, cheerleaders off you go then"

I stood up at the same time as the girls and picked up my maths book, before walking out of the classroom, saying bye to the teacher as I passed her desk.

"Thank The Lord!" Kylie shouted as we walked down the hall, "I am so not in the mood for maths!" "SHHHH!" me and Megan hissed as we walked towards the changing room. She looked at us and we all cracked up simultaneously.

When we got to the changing room we were still laughing and received weird looks from the other cheerleaders, but eventually they just laughed with us...... Or at us, but anyway.

I walked over to my locker and took out my stuff. I quickly go dressed into black spandex style hotpants, that were well up my ass, that said "I <3 dance" in small silver writing on the back, a turquoise bandeau bra, a black low cut Pineapple tank top that showed off a fair bit of the bandeau, it also had low cut sides that went to just below my waist, and it had white writing in the front and on my feet I wore purple Pastrys with turquoise laces.

When everyone was dressed we walked out onto the field, to see Coach Green wasn't there, so I turned to the girls, "Alright, no coach at the moment, so light jogging!" I wasn't in the mood for a severe warm up, so ill take it easy. We started jogging a small bit before I heard Coach Green's voice "Jessie! Your too nice! Girls! One hundred push-ups!" We all groaned before getting down on the ground, the coach's voice counting loudly.

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