Foreword

Stereotypes.

I hate them.

On my first day at my new school, a girl in a blue and white cheerleader's uniform told me I 'looked like a cheerleader' and asked me to come to tryouts.

I almost decked her.

Blonde hair and blue eyes do not a cheerleader make.

Cheerleaders can be bitchy and mean but they can also act all happy and excited and they can drool and swoon over Finn Wallace – the hands-down hottest guy in school – like there's no tomorrow.

Me? Well, I'm just bitchy and mean.

So someone please tell me why Finn Wallace is suddenly chasing after me?

*This is NOT a Bridgit Mendler fan fiction*

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