["Tell you what." He grins. "Just one more question. If you get it right.. you can do whatever you want to me." My body tenses. "Okay. Whats the question?" He slides his chair a bit closer to me and leans over to whisper in my ear "Who do you belong to?" with that husky voice of his that I love but he rarely uses. Suddenly I get an electric type of feeling. "Mateo Ross Sinclaire." I whisper in his ear, feeling him shiver. ] When cheer captain Bridgette Kensington finds out she is failing majority of her classes and needs a tutor, along comes top of the class smart kid.. Mateo sinclaire who just happens to be her bestfriends brother. But what about that party? That incident? What happens when Bridgette falls for someone she never ever thought she would fall for? ----- 𝐻𝐼𝐺𝐻𝐸𝑆𝑇 𝑅𝐴𝑁𝐾𝐼𝑁𝐺𝑆: • #1 in nerdboy • #1 in cheerteam • #1 in scandalous • #1 in Populargirl 𝑊𝐴𝑅𝑁𝐼𝑁𝐺!! 𝑇𝐻𝐼𝑆 𝑆𝑇𝑂𝑅𝑌 𝐼𝑁𝐶𝐿𝑈𝐷𝐸𝑆: •Sexual content •Alcohol consumption •Violence •Explicit Language Cheer Diva's is a series about the 2023-2024 Crestwood High School Cheerleading team and their experiences in life and love! 💕

When photography student, Willow Kennedy, gets offered an internship with her college's renowned ice hockey team, The Michigan Wolverines, she anticipates three things: 1) Her twin brother being an unbearable and over-protective nightmare. 2) Her photographs not making any real impact whatsoever. 3) The team completely shutting out the curly-haired girl pointing a camera in their faces. What Willow didn't take into account, however, was the Wolverine's team captain. Rumoured NHL first draft pick, dreamboat and total game changer- Tate Wilder. With his infectious dimpled smile, sparkling green eyes and addictive personality, Tate quickly turns Willow's internship into a life-changing and eye-opening experience- one filled with love, friendship and opportunities. Willow didn't meet the Michigan Wolverines looking for love, and funnily enough neither did Tate, but love soon found them. ********* "Pretty please?" Her lip juts out in an irresistible pout and you'd almost think she was a sweet innocent flower judging by the puppy dog eyes she's flashing me. But that image is little tarnished by the hand she has dipped into my boxers. I can feel my Adams apple bob as I reply. "O-okay. Fine, you win this time." The smile I get in response is absolutely blinding. A full, mega-watt grin with teeth, crinkled eyes and blush on the apples of her cheek. I'll let her win everything if I get that fucking smile in return.