"Damn, it's late, I gotta run," Ty said to himself. He reached for the last Speedo. He thought he'd left it soaking in sanitizer, but it's dry, and the measuring cup is empty. He must've forgot to fill it. He grabbed the sanitizer, and over filled the cup with sanitizer. He could rinse it out Tuesday morning. Ty stashed the cup of Chad in the cupboard behind the bottle of sanitizer.
"Bye, Coach!" Ty said dashing passed the coach's office, and flying out the door as he ran for the bus stop.
"Huh? Ty, didya wash all the Speedos?" Coach Sinclair called after Ty. But the locker room door had already swung shut behind Ty.
Sinclair walked over to the laundry. The Speedos were all clean and neatly folded.
Simclair smirked.
He was alone in the locker room, so he felt free to speak.
"Yo, Chad, ready to - hm? Where's Chad? None of these are him!" Sinclair said angrily sorting through the stack of Speedos. "Where is Chad?"