#yanderecheerleader

[imsuperhungry]

the game

"I hope we can get off this bus soon—it smells awful in here," I said, covering my nose and making a dramatic gagging gesture.

"They never clean this place, no wonder," Maggie said, grimacing at the surroundings. "The seats are probably soaked in sweat. It's like they're trying to make the ride as unpleasant as possible. Ugh, I can barely stand it."  

Maggie's complaints about the unclean seats were a stark reminder of the uncomfortable ride I was enduring on my way to the next cheer game. As I shifted uncomfortably in my seat, I couldn’t help but hope that the game would be a success.

The six other cheerleaders and I were on the bus, heading to the game, while the eleven boys were on their way to play in the football match. We were representing our highschool team, the Eagles.

Maggie was sitting by the window, while I took the aisle seat beside her. I clutched my duffle bag, which contained my cheer outfit, pom-poms, and all the other essentials I needed for the game. As the bus bumped along the road, I glanced over at Maggie, who was staring out the window, lost in thought. I couldn’t help but feel a mix of excitement and nervousness for the game ahead.

"Psst, (y/n)!" I heard someone call out from across the aisle.

I turned to look at him with a smile, curiosity piqued. "What is it, Seb?"

"How about a bet?" he suggested, a mischievous grin spreading across his face. His eyes sparkled with a devilish glint, hinting at some playful trouble he was plotting.

"Sure, what do you have in mind?" I asked, intrigued by what he was about to propose. I leaned in slightly, eager to hear his idea and see what kind of challenge he was planning.

"If we win the match against the Lions, you’ll have to go out with me. What do you say? It’ll be a fun way to celebrate our victory, and I promise it'll be a great time."

I rolled my eyes playfully at him. Honestly, I should have expected this was just another one of his silly attempts to get me to go out with him. I couldn't help but be slightly amused by his persistence.

"Alright, why not? But just so you know, I'm only agreeing to get you off my back. Honestly, you're not even my type." I say with a giggle

He dramatically dropped his mouth open and placed a hand over his heart.

"I'm everybody's type!" he exclaimed, gazing directly at me.

"Not mine," Maggie chimed in from beside me.

I burst into laughter, which made Seb crack a smile as well.

"No, you just know you don't have a chance with me because you look like a rat." he said as he looked at Maggie.

It was Maggie's turn to look shocked, her eyes grew wide as saucers, and her mouth fell open in disbelief.

"Fuck you, Seb!" she shouted at him, faux anger in her voice.

"Nah, I think I'll go with (y/n)." he said, looking at me.

I rolled my eyes and looked at Maggie, who was laughing.

Before I had a chance to say anything, the bus abruptly jerked to a stop, causing Seb to tumble out of his seat and land in the aisle. He let out a surprised yelp as he scrambled to get up, while laughter erupted from the rest of us. 

"Damn!" he shouted as he picked himself up.

"Get the hell out my bus, you're here." the bus driver said, pointing to the building we had stopped in front of.

What the fuck is he doing?" I heard Maggie, looking out the window.

Following her gaze, I spotted what I assumed was their mascot—a tiger—dancing by the doors and waving at the bus.

“Dancing, you idiot,” Seb said. "Duh"

I giggled and began gathering my bag, ready to leave the bus like the other kids. As I walked down the aisle toward the exit, Seb came up behind me.I giggled and began gathering my bag, ready to leave the bus like the other kids. As I walked down the aisle toward the exit, Seb came up behind me.I giggled and began gathering my bag, ready to leave the bus like the other kids. As I walked down the aisle toward the exit, Seb came up behind me.

"Ready to wave those pom-poms for me?" Seb asked with a smirk. "When you're cheering, make sure to spell out my name and declare your love. We all know you’ve got a thing for me."

"Ugh, as if! No one wants you or your three-incher, Seb," I said, pushing him aside. I walked off the bus, leaving the driver to laugh at him.

We followed the mascot into the entrance of the school, making our way through the bustling hallways. The mascot, guided us to a locker room where we could change. Once inside, the room was filled with rows of lockers and benches, the air buzzing with anticipation. We quickly began swapping out of our casual clothes and into our cheerleading outfits, preparing ourselves for the upcoming game.

"Hey, do we just pick any of the stalls to use?" I asked Maggie, feeling a bit confused.

"That’s what I was planning on," she replied, as she started to open the door to an empty stall.

I made my way to the stall adjacent to hers and closed the door with a soft click. Inside, I stripped off my shirt and sweats, tossing them onto a nearby bench. I pulled out my cheerleading uniform from my bag, carefully unfolding it. With a quick, practiced motion, I slipped into the bright, cheerful outfit, adjusting it to fit comfortably as I prepared for the game.

Lastly, I applied a fresh layer of lip gloss, giving my reflection a final touch-up in the small mirror mounted on the stall wall. I then gathered my sweats, folding them neatly before stuffing them into my duffle bag.

The uniform was a vibrant pink, adorned with white cheetah prints on the skirt. The top featured our school logo, with a ribbon intricately tied into the design. To complete the ensemble, we were given stockings embellished with silky white bows.

I grabbed my bag and stepped out of the stall, searching for Maggie. As I navigated the bustling locker room, I accidentally bumped into another girl, who looked up at me with a surprised expression.

She was dressed in a red cheerleading outfit, adorned with a lion emblem on the top. Her long, black hair was pulled into a high ponytail, secured with a red ribbon that matched her outfit perfectly.

"Excuse me," I said, trying to maneuver around her.

"Hold on, do you cheer for the other team?" she asked, stopping me with a frown and a look of surprise.

I looked at her, puzzled, but decided to answer her question anyway.

"Uh, yeah, why? Does it matter?"

"No, I just wanted to let you know that you’re really pretty," she said, smiling warmly at me.

"Oh, uh, thanks. You do too," I replied, offering a quick smile as I walked past her towards Maggie’s stall.

She seemed... nice?

I knocked on the stall where I heard Maggie’s voice and asked, "Are you done in there?"

"Almost done, I just need to put my stockings on," she called out, her voice carrying just enough for me to hear.

I stood outside her stall, listening to the rustle of fabric and the sound of her bag zipping as she got ready.

When she finally emerged, she adjusted her skirt and gave herself a final once-over to ensure everything was in place.

"You ready?" I asked her.

"Yep, let’s go," she replied, flashing a confident smile.

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The air outside was warm and refreshing as we stepped out. The boys were already in the midst of their game, and the match was nearing its end, signaling that it was almost time for us to take the field and perform.

I’m not going to lie, I don’t know much about football at all; I just really enjoy cheering.

A referee blew his whistle, and all the players on the field halted their play, making their way to the benches to grab some water. We were ahead by 10 points.

Maggie sat next to me, and we talked about our dance and how it was going to go, the rest of the cheerleaders talked amongst themselves. I mentioned how I wanted to get ice-cream after the game and Maggie said she wanted to tag along; we might even invite Sebastian if he doesn't say anything that would drive me away.

Sebastian is a friend of ours, he kinda just tags along wherever we go.

I would be lying if I said he isn't kinda cute...

I looked up and noticed that the cheerleaders from the opposing team were starting to gather in a huddle, discussing their routine. Since they were set to perform before us, they were likely preparing and getting into the mood.

Maggie and I watched as the opposing cheerleaders lined up in a single-file line at the center of the field, each one positioned directly behind the other.

"L-I-O-N-S, here's a fact, we're the best!" the girl at the front shouted, waving her pom-poms energetically. I recognized her as the girl who had called me pretty in the locker room and watched as she led the rest of the cheer.

I zoned out, unable to focus on the cheer, as my mind wandered to what I wanted for dinner. Another girl started shouting a rhyme, but my mind kept drifting, making it difficult to concentrate.

I glanced at Maggie, who was watching the girls with an unamused expression. Sensing my gaze, she turned her attention away from them to face me.

"We could definitely do better than that," she remarked, glancing back at the girls with a critical eye.

I searched the benches for Seb, but instead of his dark brown eyes, I found myself looking into a pair of light blue eyes that resembled the sky.

I locked eyes with the boy for a few moments before quickly looking away, nearly forgetting about the girls' cheering in the background.

He glanced at me for a bit longer before chuckling to himself and then turned to chat with his friend, who was also looking my way.

When I finally spotted Seb, he was looking at me too. I waved, and he waved back. We exchanged a glance before one of the boys on our team tapped him on the shoulder.

He held up his index finger, signaling for me to wait a moment. Leaning in, he listened as his friend whispered something in his ear, causing Seb to shake his head.

His friend then glanced at me, winked, and mimed holding a phone to his ear with his hand.ar.

Seb playfully smacked his friend's hand away from his ear, and I couldn't help but laugh. Letting the boys bicker, I glanced back and noticed the girls had finished cheering as the crowd applauded for them.

A person I didn’t recognize waved us down from where we were standing and told us it was our turn to perform.

Our group quickly gathered, finding our starting positions on the field. The energy was electric as we aligned ourselves, each of us taking a deep breath to focus. The anticipation in the air was palpable as we readied ourselves to deliver the cheer, muscles tense and hearts pounding in sync with the rhythm we were about to create.

We burst into our routine, every movement sharp and synchronized. The rhythm of our steps, the snap of our arms, and the chorus of our voices blended together, filling the field with energy. Time seemed to blur as we flowed from one formation to the next, each cheer building on the last.

Before I knew it, we were in our final stance, breathless and beaming, as the crowd erupted into applause.

I stood back-to-back with Maggie, facing the crowd. One hand rested on my hip while the other held a pom pom high in the air, waving it energetically.

Soon after, the crowd erupted in applause and cheers. I spun around to face Maggie and wrapped her in a big, enthusiastic hug.

We waved to the crowd and made our way off the field, returning to the bleachers to watch as the boys prepared for the remainder of the game.

I sat back down in my previous spot and told Maggie how great she had performed on the field.

"Hey," I heard a familiar voice say from in front of me. I looked up and saw Seb, grinning at me like a goofball. "You looked amazing out there," he said, his eyes sparkling with admiration. I felt a warm smile spread across my face as I thanked him, the sincerity of his compliment making my cheeks flush slightly.

"Thanks, Seb. You played really well too," I said, my smile widening. "Do you want to join me and Maggie for some ice cream after the game?"

"Ohh, is this your way of asking me out on a date?" he teased, a playful glint in his eye and a crooked smile tugging at his lips.

"Seb, it's a simple yes or no, you doofus," I said, giving him a playful glare.

"Well, if you wanted to go out with me, you could've just asked," he said with a wink, sliding his safety helmet into place.

"IT'S NOT A DATE, SEB!" I shouted after him as he dashed off to join the coach for a huddle.

I rolled my eyes and turned to Maggie, who was wiggling her eyebrows at me with a mischievous grin. "What was that about?" she asked, her smirk widening.

"Nothing! I was just inviting him to tag along with us," I said, trying to defend myself.

"Lies! I saw how nervous you were around him—admit it, you like him!" she said, shaking me by the shoulders with a teasing grin.

"What?! Me? Like him? Ew!" I exclaimed, scrunching up my face and acting grossed out by Maggie’s attempts to get me to admit my feelings for Seb.

"Oh, come on, girl, it's sooo obvious!" she squealed, her excitement barely contained.

I swallowed hard and glanced at her. Maggie’s smile was wide, and her eyes were locked onto mine with a playful glint. Her enthusiasm was almost palpable as she waited for my response.

"Okay, fine! I may or may not have a crush on Sebastian." I admitted, meeting her gaze with a mix of embarrassment and resignation.

"Oh my god, this is amazing!" Maggie gasped. "I could totally set you two up! I know he—"

"NO!" I interrupted, cutting her off with a frantic shout.

"Sorry, I just think we should wait before I say anything to him," I said, trying to calm the situation.

"Ohhh, so you're scared," she stated, her eyes twinkling with playful curiosity as she looked at me.

"What! No! I just—" I started, but Maggie’s unimpressed look made me falter. "Yes. I'm very scared," I admitted with a sigh.

"Why? You know for a fact he likes you back!"

"That's the thing, I don't. What if this is some kind of joke he's playing?" I said, the uncertainty clear in my voice.

"Girl, shut the hell up and ask him out," she said, fixing me with a determined look. "Either you do it today when we get ice cream, or I’ll do it myself."

I hesitated before answering, my mind racing with doubts.

What if he doesn't feel the same? What if this is just part of some cruel joke he's playing?

But then again, I shouldn’t jump to conclusions. There's also a chance he really does like me.

"Fine, I'll ask him out." I said as I sighed and rubbed my cheeks.

"Great! I’m so happy!" Maggie said, resting her head on my shoulder with a contented sigh.

I rolled my eyes and glanced back at Seb, who was smiling at me as the game started. I felt my face warm up, and I returned his smile, letting it grow a little. _____________________________________

I held hands with Maggie as we walked back to the front of the school. Our victory in the game had lifted everyone's spirits, and our moods brightened noticeably.

We were still wearing our cheerleading uniforms, but Seb and the rest of the team had changed into different outfits. Seb was on my right, while Maggie was on my left.

He was rambling about the adrenaline rush he felt out on the field.

"It's just, I've never so scared and excited at the same time!" he exclaimed.

"Seb, we get it. You love playing football," Maggie said, rolling her eyes.

"I do! I fucking love it!" he yelled again, his enthusiasm unabated.

"Alright," I began, "There's an ice cream shop just down the street, within walking distance, is that where we go?"

Seb and Maggie both nodded enthusiastically, which made me laugh.

We all walked hand-in-hand, heading in the direction of the ice cream shop.

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Maggie and Seb took a seat at the retro red table in the corner of the shop while I went up to place our orders.

Maggie wanted a "Candy Craze," which was essentially a heaping mix of M&Ms, chocolate pieces, cookie crumbles, and fudge piled on top of vanilla ice cream.

Seb just wanted strawberry ice cream—plain and simple, but incredibly good.

I told the cashier our orders, and she confirmed them, saying they’d be ready in 5 to 7 minutes.

I smiled and thanked her before heading back to my friends.

I’ve always had this rule: be kind to waitstaff, cashiers, and other retail workers. They deal with so many rude people each day; why not spread a little kindness?

I sat down next to Seb and across from Maggie, who were still engrossed in conversation.

I pulled out my phone and began scrolling through my notifications, feeling bored.

Snapchat...

News station...

Subway Surfers...

James? The fuck-

"Hey!" Maggie whisper-shouted, drawing my attention away from my phone.

"What!?" I whispered back, my curiosity piqued.

She waved her hand, signaling for me to lean in closer to the table, and I complied.

Then, she placed her mouth a few inches from my ear and began to whisper.

"I'm going to the bathroom for a few minutes," she whispered. "While I'm in there, I want you to ask Seb out." She pulled away and looked at me, her gaze intense and expectant.

I tried to protest, but she had already made her way to the bathroom, leaving me no room to argue.

When she left, I looked back at Seb, who was already staring at me.

"Listen, (y/n)," he began, his gaze steady. "I really do want to go out on a date with you. After all, we did win."

Oh, so he's going to ask me out instead? Alright then.

"Honestly, I really think I'd make a great boyfriend," he said with a grin, jokingly flexing his arms. "I've got the looks and the personality."

"Looks, sure. Personality? Eh," I said, jokingly." But since I agreed, I accept," I said with a smile. "I'll go out on a few dates with you."

His eyes widened in surprise, clearly not expecting me to accept after all the previous hesitation and rejection. A look of genuine delight crossed his face as he processed my response.

"Do—uh, do I have permission to kiss you?" he asked, his voice tinged with hopeful uncertainty.

"Why not?" I replied, gazing at him intently.

He leaned in, hesitating as he debated whether to kiss me, suspecting it might be a trap for some reason.

I rolled my eyes, realizing it would take forever if I left it up to him. So, I placed my hands on the back of his head and gently guided his lips to mine.

Our lips met softly at first, a tentative brush that sent a spark through both of us. His breath was warm against my skin as he leaned in closer, and the kiss deepened, growing more assured with every passing second. His hesitation melted away as our movements synchronized, the gentle pressure of his lips gradually becoming more passionate.

The kiss was a blend of sweetness and intensity, leaving us both breathless when we finally pulled away.

I gave him a small smile and excused myself, mentioning I needed to reapply my lip gloss.

I stood up from the booth and headed to the bathroom, just in time to see Maggie stepping out as I approached.

I bumped into her, sharing a quick giggle before I continued walking past her into the room.

I locked the door to the single-stalled restroom and stood in front of the mirror, frowning at the state of my lips.

My lips, once perfectly coated in a glossy sheen, were now smudged and slightly swollen from the kiss. The vibrant color had faded unevenly, leaving patches of gloss mixed with bare skin.

With a small sigh, I reached into my bag, ready to fix what had been undone. 

I reached into her bag and pulled out a sleek tube of lip gloss, twisting it open with a practiced motion. The gloss spread evenly, restoring the shine and vibrancy that had been lost. My lips appeared fuller, the gloss catching the light and adding a subtle, alluring sheen.

I walked back to our table and saw our ice cream sitting there, with a plastic red spoon sticking out of it.

I took my seat next to Seb and took a deep breath. 

“Did you have to run to the bathroom or something?” Seb asked.

“Seb!”

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I lay on my plush bed, my right cheek resting on the pillow and my face buried in the covers. Despite the comfort of the bed, I felt like an idiot with the huge grin stuck on my face.

My mind wandered back to the events of the day—Seb's kiss, his request to see me again, and the whirlwind of emotions that followed. The memories replayed in my mind, and I couldn't help but smile even more, replaying every detail of the moment.

Maggie's mom came to pick us up and drive us home since we didn't live to far away from eachother.

As I was drifting off to sleep, exhausted from the day's events, the ringing of the phone interrupted my peaceful moment. The sound cut through the blur of my thoughts, pulling me back to wakefulness as I groggily reached for the phone.

RING

I groaned and rolled out of bed, landing with a thud on the carpeted floor below.

RING

After a few seconds, I picked myself up from the floor and dragged my feet toward the living room, where the phone was still ringing.

RIN-

"Hello?" I asked, my voice thick with sleep.

"Hey (y/n)," came the familiar voice from the other end of the line.

"Oh, hey Seb. What's up?" I asked, feeling a surge of alertness as the sleepiness quickly faded away.

"I just got a question to ask you," he said.

"What is it?" I asked, my curiosity piqued.

"Do you maybe want to come to my house tomorrow? I just found one of my favorite old movies, and I was thinking it could be our first date."

"Sure, what movie?" I asked, twirling the phone cord around my finger

"That's to find out later, it’s a surprise," he said, his smirk evident in his voice.

"Whatever, what time?" I asked, trying to keep my excitement in check.

"Around 8. I've got some errands to run tomorrow," he replied.

"Alright then, I'll see you then," I said, biting my lip and smiling

"See you then, cutie."