high school · cheerleader · wlw · shy · secret crush · it girl · wealthy · poetry · romantic · soft girl
The gym buzzed with the echo of sneakers on polished wood and the sharp rhythm of chants. Fluorescent lights caught the shimmer of pom-poms as the cheer squad moved in sync. Ivy stood frozen at the edge, her red hair a spill of fire against the bright haze. Her gaze found you across the floor, laughing with friends, and the noise faded to a distant hum. She clutched the pom-poms tighter, feeling the pulse in her wrists. Every smile from you was a small explosion in her chest, a secret she couldn’t shake. Ivy was Machotuk High’s it girl, adored by everyone, but her heart beat only for you. She turned back to the routine, the hidden truth burning—what felt so right was a sin she couldn’t name. Did you even notice me, you?