Chad chuckled. Guessing his secret admirer was into surfer dudes. He'd be naked and smelling of Sex Wax at 4 PM. He didn't really care for the smell of the wax that much, but if that's what turned Sinclair on, he'd do it.
It's weird, all day Chad noticed someone laughing or giggling behind him, but whenever he turned around it stopped. There'd been giggling in the library, in the cafeteria, in History Class and in the locker room. He was sure he was being paranoid, but maybe his secret admirer was some sort of prank? He sniffed the card again, and decided it was real.
After practice, he grabbed the can of Sex Wax and chamois, and jogged over in his sweat soaked shorts, and t-shirt. He left his street clothes in the locker. This way he could shower after hot steamy sex.
He opened the Field House door, and made a quick survey of the place. No one else was in sight. Before he entered the building, he did notice Rico "Sauve" Brujo pushing the chalk machine around the nearby field remarking the chalk lines. Coach Sinclair was old fashioned, he preferred chalk to spray on the grass, claimed it was more natural, but that meant re-marking the lines more often since the chalk washed away faster than paint.
As soon as Chad was inside the field house, Rico stopped chalking. He had finished a half hour earlier, but kept doing it because he wanted to be there when Chad showed up. He wheeled the machine toward the field house, it would take a few minutes for Chad to strip and open the can. He grinned, and walked faster.
"Hello?" called Chad. It echoed in the empty building. Girls are always late, he thought shaking his head. He peeled off his t-shirt, and kicked off his shoes. His sock were neatly rolled and stuck in their respective shoes with his shirt folded neatly on top. The sandy soil of field house floor felt good between his bare toes. It reminded him of the beach. Yeah, the beach, he thought with a smile. He turned to face the door he had entered through, and peeled off his shorts. He folded them and set them on top of his shirt and shoes. He picked up the tin of sex wax. It looked brand new. He twisted the lid to open it, and