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*
