I'm a Cheerleader

Chapter 1 Hello Highschool

Introduction

Highschool the big place where the bullying really starts to happen. A place where

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"Damn that ass," I say catching a glimpse of a guy bending down.

"Can you not," Derrick said, rolling his eyes as he pulled me away.

"You're just jealous I'm not staring at yours," I said sticking out my tongue.

"Actually I rather you stare at his than mine," he said grinning.

Derrick and I have been friends since sixth grade. Lots of people moved but we're still here-

"Vincent how was your summer? I bet you had lots of fun with boys taking off their shirts." Veronica

said.

And this bitch.

"Veronica you do the same thing," I said rolling my eyes.

"Why do you still hang out with him?" she asks Derrick.

"I'm still here!" I say snapping at her.

"And does it look like I care?" she said.

"You seemed to care a lot asking about my summer and shit," I said gritting my teeth.

"Whatever I guess you've grown a bit taller. I guess I'll leave you alone for now," she said and walked

off.

"Biotch," I said, making her turn and glare.

"You should ignore her," Derrick said as we headed to our first class, Algebra 1.

It was a very long class when the bell rang Derrick and I went different ways. My locker was farther

than his. And it was right by my biology class. I got my stuff and locked my locker. I turned to walk and

bumped into someone. I fell on my butt.

"Hey?!" I snapped but when I looked up I saw a guy before me.

He was hot. His eyes were a light brown. His hair was sleek. His smile was just perfect.

"Hey, sorry," he said, putting out his hand.

"No my bad," I said, taking his hand as he helped me up.

He smiled. "See ya," he said walking away.

I watched him as he walked. My eyes trailed down. I smiled and went to biology class. I took a seat in

the back. Nobody was in class, not even the teacher. Eventually, a boy came in. He glanced at me then

the rest of the classroom.

"Where's the class," he said as his pool blue eyes landed on me again.

"Don't know," I said, shrugging as he walked closer to where I was.

He tripped over his shoelace. He landed face first. I bit my lip to keep myself from laughing.

"Ar-are you okay?" I asked running towards him holding my laugh in.

He looked up. It looked like he was about to cry. It made me feel a bit bad. I put my hand out but he

glared at it. He pulled himself off and dusted himself off. He looked around then glared at me.

"What?" I said with one eyebrow up.

"I know you were laughing at me," he said.

"I was no- hahahahaha!" I couldn't hold it in anymore. "I'm sorry," I said between laughs.

"Jerk," he said pouting.

I breathed out and calmed down. "Okay, I'm sorry," I said, trying to not smile and start laughing again.

Students started to come in so I went back to my seat and he decided to sit in front of me. Then the

teacher came in. Each of us had to stand up and say our name and something about us.

"My name is Samuel Parker." the boy in front of me said. "I'm new here," he said then sat down.

"Well well, clumsy Sammie," I whispered with a smirk on my face.

He turned around quickly and glared. Then eventually it was my turn. I stood up.

"Hi I'm Vincent Carter and well I'm gay," I said and sat down.

All eyes were on me. Whispering, giggling and gasping. I found Samuel staring at me.

"What?" I said.

"Your gay?" he said with his face turning slightly red.

"Yeah why, problem?" I said with one eyebrow up.

"No," he said, making my eyes widen a bit. "I don't mind just wondering," he said, turning away.

A smile found its way on my face. After the introductions, the teacher paired us up with our biology

partner for the whole year for any partner activity.

"Samuel and Vincent." the teacher said.

I smirked and poked Samuel in the back of his neck with my pen. "What?" he said aggravated after I

poked him a few times.

I smiled at him innocently. "We're partners," I said.

"Yeah I know," he said, turning away.

"You're supposed to be excited," I said, poking his neck again.

He turned around and took my pen. He smirked when I glared at him.

"Why you gotta be so rude." I started to sing.

He rolled his eyes and groaned. I smiled when he gave me my pen back.

"You can't sing," he said.

"Everyone can sing," I said.

"Then you sing like a dying cat," he said.

"You love it," I said, sticking my tongue out. "Shorty," I said smiling.

"That's rude." he pouted.

"Ah, I hit a nerve I see," I said amused. "Also I'll be calling you Sammie for now on," I said, smirking.

"Why?" he asked.

"I like it. It fits you." I said.

"Whatever," he said rolling his eyes.

The bell rang. I got my stuff and found Sammie waiting for me.

"Why are you not gone?" I said.

"I thought we could I-" he started to say.

"Get out of my class." the teacher said.

"Rude," I said as we walked to the door and left.

"Well I have English," he said.

"Well let's go," I said.

"Huh?" he said looking up at me.

"I have that class too," I said and walked off to the class with him following.

When we walked into the classroom I saw the hot boy from earlier.

"Hey," he said, nodding his head when he noticed me.

I smiled big. "Hey," I said walking towards him.

Sammie looked confused but followed.

"I never got your name," I said.

"Mason," he said smiling.

"Mason," I repeated smiling.

Sammie looked at him then me. Mason noticed him and waved. Sammie hid behind me.

I laughed as Mason frowned. "Is he okay?" Mason asked.

"He'll be fine," I said.

"So your name is?" Mason asked.

"Vincent," I said smiling.

"Nice name," he said.

"Thank you, yours too," I said then I went to the back to find a seat.

I sat down and Sammie sat at the desk next to mine. Students started to come in and take their seats.

The teacher started to talk. A folded up piece of paper landed on my desk. I looked over to Sammie. He

glanced at the note then me. He looked back at the teacher. I stared at him some more not touching

the note. He nudged me. I finally picked up the note.

Who was he?

Mason I wrote.

The note was passed back.

And who's that?

A boy I met I wrote.

Once again the note was passed back.

Do you like him?

Yeah, a bit why? I wrote.

The note wasn't passed back for a while.

No reason....just curious

I slipped the note into my pocket. I slanted my eyes at him. I ripped a little piece of paper.

What's the real reason? I put it on his desk.

He opened it, wrote something on it and gave it back.

I was just curious nothing serious

I wrote something and passed it back.

Liar

The bell rang. It was lunchtime. Yay food! I stood up as Sammie threw away the note.

"You didn't respond back," I said, nudging him as we walked out the classroom.

"I-" he started to say.

"Vincent!" a voice said.

I looked to my left and there was Derrick. "Hey," I said smiling as he ran to where we were. NôvelDrama.Org content.

"Who's this?" he said, smirking.

"This is Sammie," I said smiling.

"Samuel," he said quickly.

"Nice to meet you, I'm Derrick," Derrick said grinning.

"Nice to meet you too," Sammie said.

We all started walking to the cafeteria.

"So is he your boyfriend?" they both asked at the same time. They looked at each other and laughed.

"What's so funny?" I asked, not too amused.

"Nothing." they both said grinning at each other.

"You guys are creepy," I said as we walked in a line.

"Chicken great nuggets." I whistled.

"What's with him?" Sammie whispered.

"Nothing is wrong with me." I snapped.

"He just loves his nuggets and well, food," Derrick said.

We got our lunch and sat at a table. I ate my nuggets quickly and started to drink my milk.

"Pig," Sammie said with a smirk.

Derrick cracked a grin. I glared at Sammie.

"Chicken, little," I said and Derrick bit his lip to hold back his laugh.

"Whatever," Sammie said, throwing a napkin at my face.

"Thank you I needed one," I said and he rolled his eyes.

After lunch, we all headed to history. Sammie sat one seat ahead two seats left. Derrick sat at the desk

by me. History was very boring. After History was gym. And how I loved gym.

I watched as the other gym class came to the gym. I saw Mason. Sammie and Derrick, we're

stretching.

"Stop drooling." I heard Derrick say as he slapped me on my back.

"Shut up," I said wiping my mouth.

Sammie went over to the coach and left. Probably to get a drink or something.

"Hey wasn't he the guy you were staring at?" Derrick said.

"Huh? What do you mean?" I said.

"Him, this morning you were staring at his ass," he said rolling his eyes with a smile.

"Ahhh no reason I can't stop staring at him," I said, feeling like I was drooling again.

After I had art. And Sammie was there too. At the end of the day, I walked home.

"Hey mom, dad!" I yelled.

"Hey kiddo." my dad said grinning and turned off the TV.

"Where's mom?" I asked as I took off my shoes.

"Working," he said.

"Ahh TV dinner then," I said sighing.

"Sadly, but true." he groaned.

After the half cooked TV dinner, I went straight to bed. All I could think about was Mason. I groaned as I

turned in my bed.