Cheerleaders Stories

I wake up early, like I always do. I don’t consider myself lazy. My grades aren’t terrible. My teachers like me. My parents love me. So I should be happy, right? But I’m not. And it’s because of one thing: women. I don’t understand what’s wrong with them. They open their legs for guys who don’t care about them, while “nice guys” like me — who actually care — get ignored. Well, I don’t care anymore. In fact, I hate them no...