"Cheerleader? You were almost a cheerleader?" Gar's time in regular high school had been mercifully short, since being a superhero made him and his school a target, and also he was a billionaire's son and billionaires' sons get tutors. But there was something about him that loved cheerleaders, and he kept it in his pants. Well, that is to say, girls dressed as cheerleaders. From what he remembered of the actual girls, they could all go die in fires.
"So you should wear the uniform. You know, to stick it to them, since you're so much better than they are. Like, because you look better in it than they do and they're all school spirit and shit. Unless you're talking about back home. I don't know how they do it in England. Pompoms? Who knows."