When the cheerleader began dating the quarterback six years ago, it was an unexpected but mutually beneficial match. She was by far the most popular girl in school and loved that the quarterback would vigorously stand up to anyone she felt wronged her. And, although he was once admired for his independence, he found out that he didn’t mind starting a fight or two if he it gave him access to all of her friends and their exclusive parties.
At first, she only asked the quarterback to occassionaly growl at a few freshmen to make her laugh. But then a big scandal hit the cheerleading squad and, after that, the cheerleader made the quarterback help her start one fight after another.
For the next few months, she would only sic him on those involved with the scandal. But the cheerleader quickly became bored. Soon after, she began starting renewing years-old feuds and making up outright lies to justify them. Initially, the quarterback found all of it somewhat entertaining. Soon, however, it became clear that no one on campus wanted anything to do with them anymore. Her obsession with picking bigger and bigger fights began costing him the popularity he enjoyed so much.
So one day, the now-friendless quarterback confronted the cheerleader. "What are you doing? You have ruined everything good that we had." He had hoped she’d have an answer - surely, all of her attacks had been part of a bigger plan. But all he could do was hang his head when Bushie just shrugged, popped a pretzel in her mouth and answered, "What do you want from me, McCain? I’m just a cheerleader."