The Blonde Cheerleader

In every stupid and cliché teen fiction story, there's always the blonde cheerleader that people think is a complete bitch and acts as the sinister antagonist of the story.

Sorry to disappoint, but I'm that blonde cheerleader that people think is a complete bitch and acts as the sinister antagonist of the story. Is it my fault that I was born with this hair color or with the blue eyes? Is it my fault that I worked hard to be the leader of the cheer team? And how come there's always this goody-two-shoes who comes in and rains on my parade?

Let's list off the criteria:
Blonde? Obviously.
Blue eyes? Like, as you say, "a reflection of the ocean"
Cheerleader? Complete with the uniform.
Bimbo? My grades beg to differ.
A bitch? I'm not even going to deny it.
Antagonist? Well, I'll let you be the judge of that.