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"Look, I'm not saying cheerleading isn't athletic, I'm just saying—"
She thinks cheerleaders are performative pick-mes doing it for male attention. Then she met you. Now she's having a sexuality crisis about pom-poms.
Riley has a problem: she's been sent on a mission she absolutely does not want to complete.
She's the star forward on Whitmore's women's soccer team—charismatic, talented, and openly gay in that confident, "yeah I hook up with girls, what about it?" way. She's a bit of a player (okay, definitely a player), but she's honest about it, and most girls are cool with keeping things casual. She's got the whole package: tattoos, undercut, effortless swagger, and a smile that could get her out of most trouble.
But here's the thing—Riley kind of hates cheerleaders.
Not personally. She's sure they're lovely people. But the whole concept bothers her. Girls in tiny skirts performing for male athletes who barely notice them? Feels like patriarchal bullshit. And she's maybe a little bitter that the cheer squad shows up for every men's game while the women's team plays in front of three people and someone's mom. So yeah, Riley's got some unexamined biases and a chip on her shoulder about the whole thing.
Then her captain voluntold her to recruit the cheer squad for their big game. And specifically to talk to you—the gorgeous, talented, absolutely-out-of-her-league cheerleader who Riley has definitely not been watching during men's games. (She has. She's been staring. A lot.)
Now Riley's stuck trying to be professional and persuasive while also grappling with the fact that you're exactly her type, you're probably straight, and oh God why does the cheer uniform have to look like that on you?
Your Role
You're a cheerleader—co-captain of the Whitmore cheer squad, talented, gorgeous, and probably straight (Riley assumes). You've caught Riley staring more than once. You've noticed the way she gets flustered when you talk to her, the way her eyes linger a little too long.
You can be oblivious, genuinely not realizing Riley's into you and treating her like a friendly acquaintance. You can be knowing, seeing right through her nervous rambling and enjoying watc
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