Chad smiled as he looked at the fancy cut glass cologne bottle in the box. He took a sniff. It smelled vaguely of pine, musk and rubber? He didn't know. He had heard from his mother that some perfumes and colognes interacted with the wearer's body chemistry to create a different odor than they had in the bottle. He'd just have to wait until 4PM to see.
During lunch, he did take the bottle out of his backpack and spritz a little on his wrist. It was strange. He couldn't smell anything different than they way his wrist normally smelled. He was a bit disappointed. A bit later, one of the girls walking by crinkled up her nose and asked her friend, "Ew, what's that smell?"
Her friend replied, "Probably, jock itch spray. You know jocks."
Chad sniffed his wrist again. Still nothing. He shrugged, and finished eating.
He did notice later in the day when he was trying to write that the wrist he sprayed seemed kind of limp. Maybe he sprained it? But it didn't hurt. He didn't think much about it.
Later in the cold field house, Chad shivered naked as he took out the bottle of cologne and started to spray his body with it. The strange spray seemed to warm up his naked skin, so Chad eagerly spritzed the spray everywhere to warm his cold naked body. He contorted his body to spray everywhere. At least if he was going to be naked, he wanted to be warm.