You exit the changing room in to a corridor with a light at the end of it. You go in to the light to see a stadium full of cheering fans and your cheerleader team (the Transerton Gorillas cheerleader team), consisting of Carly, a slight framed latino girl with a decent bust, Abigail, a black girl with a lot of 'tude and even more ass, Madison, a shyer native american girl with a graceful beauty to her, Briar, a gothic rebel with an air of mystery around her, Mei, an asian girl with an exotic beauty to her and a humongous rack, and you, the captain. You instinctively wave to the crowds and do a no-handed cartwheel for good measure. You jog over to the girls and bring them in to a huddle. "Like, okay team, we're going to beat those grammar school whores, am I right?" You jeer.
"Hell yeah!" Abigail replies. "We're going to outdo them so hard they'll be flat on their flat asses before any one of them can say 'My daddy's gonna sue you.'" The girls all chuckle at this.
"Alright team, are we ready?" You ask.
"Yeah!" They reply in unison.
"Good, 'cause, like, I'd be worried if you weren't. Now let's get to it!" You turn to face the crowds and then point to the band with a finger and a hip sway. "MAESTRO!" You yell, and the band starts playing. "Give me a T!" You bellow, putting your legs together and putting your arms straight out to the sides.
"T!" The crowd and the team respond at once, the team copying your actions.
"Give me a G!" You command, turning to the side and doing a tuck jump.
"G!" The crowd and team once again emit, the team echoing your move. You turn to them in fake quizzicalty and ask them, "What do we want?"
"TG!" The crowd roars while you do the two previous actions at a fast pace. You let the other team respond with their cries and then move in to your astounding routine. In your new memories, it seems that months of preparations have gone in to this, and you execute it perfectly. With your team doing one set of moves and the other responding, except the other team doesn't have enough, so it quickly becomes a one team show. You eventually land with three people in a T position and three people in a G position. The game whistle blows and the commentators begin. You group up with the other girls and go to your front row seats.
"Hey, Steph, ya seen that new addition to the team? Jake, I think it was?" Carly asks.
"Like, yeah, the really hunky one?" You reply.
"Yeah, that one." She answers.
"Yeah, why?" You inquire.
"He's totally in to you." She announces.
"Like, really?" You ask, shocked.
"Oh don't act so surprised, you're really hot! Anyway, he's really in to you. Just thought I'd let you know."
"Like, thanks, C."
"No problemo." You watch the game some more, this time focusing on Jake. The guy's built like Arnold before he became the California governor, with sandy blonde hair, deep blue eyes and a smile which almost makes your panties disintegrate. You watch on, Jake scoring touchdown after touchdown until the game is over, with the score being Transerton 30, Grammar School 9. You cheer as the whistle blows and stay there until most have left. After a while you get up and turn the corner out of the stadium. You are suddenly stopped when you walk in to a wall, but it's not actually a wall. You look up to see Jake staring back at you with that underwear melting smile.
"Like, hey Jake!" You say cheerfully, blushing slightly. "Sorry about that."
"It's okay. But there is something you could do as an apology." He says, stepping a little closer to you.
"A-and what would that be?"
"Why, me, of course. Whaddaya say, wanna go for a ride?"