Chad got to the locker room with 7 minutes to spare. He headed straight to his locker, and stripped down to his jockstrap. He grabbed his comb, and hair gel, and quickly coiffed his hair. Then he spared a hefty dose of his cologne on his crotch, chest and in his armpits. He grabbed a breath mint. Locked his locker. He felt like he was going on his first date. He stood in the last stall with the door closed. He thought about sitting, but his master hadn't told him to sit. He glanced at his water proof watch, and frowned it 12:15 PM already.
Suddenly, the stall door flew open.
Chad's eyes were fixed on the guy's crotch. He was wearing blue jeans that were skintight. Chad licked his lips hungrily, and slowly looked up. The guy was wearing a black polo shirt, and a red and black letterman's jacket. He didn't go to Chad's school, he went to Rydell Academy. Chad recognized the chiseled jaw, and thatch of black hair on his head. The guy's eyes were a piercing silver grey. He was a couple inches shorter than Chad. He was Rydell's quarterback Kurt Wolfe.