All Cheerleaders Die
So, why do it?
- 'Cause it's dangerous.
Like you can sprain a tit or something.
This is the most dangerous sport
in American high school, b*tch.
More dangerous
than football?
More catastrophic injuries
per student.
- How do I look?
Dangerous.
Duh.
Take me through
a typical Thursday.
Well, first I get up
at the ass crack for my run.
I mean, obviously staying in
shape is a part of the gig.
It's called cheerleading.
You know,
I have to be a leader.
Oh, Marvin.
And diplomatic.
Proactive.
Seriously, hon.
Come to the realm, boys!
My b*tches do not disappoint.
So why do you call
yourselves b*tches?
Blackfoot Bloodhounds, yo.
Boys be dogs,
girls be b*tches.
Gangster.
Not now, Leena.
Maddy!
After that,
I track down Terry and, um...
Blue up his balls.
God, Terry charges my bones.
For real.
Next year, he's captain
of the football team and...
I'm captain of the squad, so it's
pretty much gonna be the best year ever.
MMS class.
I avoid taking honors classes,
so I can maintain all A's.
Overheard that from a
senior b*tch, freshmen year.
Take basic classes,
show up on time
and always look hot!
And he's married!
Hey, Trace. K-Mads is making me
the star of her little class video.
Please, call me Maddy.
Not K-Mads.
Hey! Each day this week, I'm
filming a different student.
Getting school
from their perspective. So...
Well, oh! Hi!
Easy to judge everyone
else from behind this thing, huh?
Yeah, can I?
Thank you!
Do you wanna show me
some action now?
B*tch, I thought
you would never ask.
Where's Hanna?
- Here!
- Sorry, Lexi, the head got stuck and...
- Put it on.
- Well?
Magical.
All right, smart ass.
Check this sh*t out.
Oh, my God!
Get up, Alexis!
Alexis!
Bomb Vik.
Get that arm warm, cuz.
Oh, poor Hanna. Still a
prisoner to child lock.
Thank you, Manny.
Hanna!
Seriously?
Not in front of
my little sister.
Okay.
Yeah.
Okay.
- Cheetos.
- Goddamn, dude.
- Are you serious?
- Yeah.
I would've eaten those.
Nah, it taste like sh*t.
Listen up, chiquitas.
I got one spot open.
But, I don't have to take
any of you.
I'd rather be one b*tch short,
than have a weakling.
When I say your name,
line up in front of me.
And girls...
Don't waste my time.
Corra.
Jen.
Bonnie.
Megan.
Vanessa.
What the f?
Maddy?
Dang, man.
Who is that?
Maddy.
Goddamn, somebody gave
that b*tch a credit card.
What do you think
you're doing?
Uh, there's a spot open
and I want it.
This isn't easy for us,
okay, Maddy?
We put it off as long as
possible, out of respect to Lexi.
God rest her soul.
Yeah, well,
Alexis was my friend, too.
Did you guys know that we did
gymnastics together, 7th grade?
I guess, she went one way
and I went another and...
I don't know,
I guess with everything...
Look, I uh, I just know that she was
happier than me and I wanna find out why.
I'm not asking for any favors.
You won't get any.
Keep it up.
Let's go, let's go.
Hey, why don't you
kiss George.
Come on, take what you want
like a goddamn pro.
Come on!
Ow!
Welcome to the squad, b*tch.
Check this sh*t out.
Oh, my God!
Oh, sh*t.
- Oh, my God!
Alexis!
So, uh,
here is the new wardrobe.
Ta da!
You cannot believe the kind of
money these chicks drop on clothes.
Physical stuff,
I can handle.
The hard part is going to be, pretending
that I actually like those dumb b*tches.
Like that dipshit, Tracy.
Acts like she's all sad
but then,
jumps on Terry's jock
before Alexis is even
in the ground.
That's classy.
And Terry...
Mr. big bad wolf himself.
I'm gonna ruin your perfect
little senior year, dog.
Jesus Christ!
Leena, what do you want?
Wow, you look, uh...
Uh...
You... you have
a lot of makeup on.
- So?
- Can we talk?
No.
Uh, please?
Look, I'm sorry
things got so intense.
And I'm trying to respect that you
want to be alone and everything,
but, we really need to talk.
About what?
About you and... and...
Well, Little Madeline here.
Oh, hell no, you did not name
the kitten after me.
- Oh, f***, Leena.
- I know it's pathetic and...
I was lonely
and it doesn't matter, okay?
She was in perfect health when I got
her and then, I gave her your name
and she got sick,
just like that out of nowhere.
And I suppose,
you want me to think
it's one of your signs,
am I right?
Well, yeah. I mean...
Look at yourself.
You're like
a different person.
Something is going on, right?
Can you just listen?
She didn't
just get sick, okay?
- She died.
- Leena!
It's over.
What's up, b*tch?
Sick threads.
Make 'em yourself?
Yeah.
Did Mads tell you the news?
It's official.
She's a cheer... leader.
Later.
Blackfoot Bloodhounds,
b*tches.
Ow!
I'm sorry, sis.
Hey, this really brings out
your face.
- Really?
- You look so beautiful, yeah.
- Really?
- Totally.
You okay?
Do you think Lexi
would be mad at me?
Why?
- 'Cause of me and Terry.
- Oh.
- I'm rotten.
- No, you're not rotten.
- Tracy, you're just... You're living.
- Hmm.
Did you like him before?
Uh, before Alexis died,
I mean.
I wasn't going to do
anything about it.
I mean, Lexi and I
always liked the same things
that's why
we were best friends.
Mmm.
Well, don't look at me
like that.
- I didn't do anything wrong.
- No, I'm...
Damn it, seriously, okay?
Dogs are coming over.
You know the rules.
It's b*tches only, tonight.
Okay?
So, run along.
And Mr. Man. Yeah, don't even
think about calling me tonight.
Martha, my dear?
We would never consider
breaking Blackfoot tradition.
Which is why,
we are on our way to break into the
school for our annual pool party.
Dogs, only.
I just came to drop
something off for my gal.
Oh, man, I wanted
to piss in their pool.
Bye, Martha!
We were just talking
about you.
- Oh, yeah?
- Mmm-hmm.
Here.
I found it. It's broken. But,
it's still kinda cool, right?
Aw! You're so sweet.
It's just a broken clasp,
I can make it work.
Where'd you find it?
Oh, my God!
- Oh, my God!
Oh!
Look!
Look, so sweet!
Yeah, it is.
What's wrong?
I don't know, I...
I feel like I should
tell you something
but, you just seem so happy.
Jesus. Okay, now
you have to tell me.
Okay, will you...
You said that
you and Terry got together
on the last day
of school, right?
Yeah, why?
It's just...
I saw him
and Cassie Decker together...
At the lake,
fourth of July weekend.
Cassie Decker?
What's wrong with her? Can't
she just find some college guys.
Tracy, there's only one person
to blame for this.
- I just think that...
- No buts.
He cheated on you.
He's an a**hole!
- Give it to me, please.
- Well, say it. No!
Say it!
Terry's an a**hole!
Yeah.
- He's gonna freak.
- F*** him.
- Tracy, stop!
- No.
It's okay.
Look at you.
- Maddy?
- Hmm?
Is the rumor about you
and Leena Miller true?
What's the rumor?
You okay?
- Hmm.
Hmm.
Was that weird?
Was what weird?
Oh, wait. Here.
Take my car, pick me up
tomorrow before practice.
No, it's fine, I'm gonna walk.
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