Trying on suits.

Tad pushed aside a pink curtain as he entered one of the changing rooms. Closing the curtain behind him, he immediately began to disrobe. He hung his jacket up on the hook connected to the wall and pulled off his white t-shirt as he toed out of his shoes and socks. By the time he got to his jeans, someone tossed over a pair of orange swim trunks. Tad looked at the tag, "Dude, do I look fat to you? This waistline is three sizes too big!" He tossed them back over.

"Good to know, sorry man." Lenny called from beyond the curtain. Tad almost thought that he heard snickering from the other side of the curtain but figured he just imagined it. Tad's biggest mistake was that he believed his teammates existed to serve him. He simply expected they would cater to his desires just because he was the top player. So Tad just believed everything was just going to go his way as he unfastened his belt, letting his jeans fall to the floor as he stepped out of them. In nothing but his underwear, another teammate tossed over a pair of green swim trunks that appeared to be a bit too small.

"Do you idiots not know how to do math? I said three sizes, not fucking five!" Tad tossed the trunks back over "Geeze, get it right next time."

"Got it." Dallas called.

Tad just stood there impatiently in his black boxer-briefs right when another swimsuit came flying overhead. It appeared to be a red speedo. "Seriously? You want me to try on nut-huggers?"

"Just try them on once. Remember, this is about gaining Marissa's attention. Showing her that you're hot. If you try them and you don't like them then we will try the next pair. But we got the size right this time so at least humor us by seeing how you look in the mirror with them on. Please?" Dallas pleaded.

Tad rolled his eyes, "Whatever, just bring me something that isn't too revealing next time."

"You got it, now tell me how they look. I'm thinking about getting myself a pair but I don't want to do it if you look bad in them. Because if you can't pull it off, there is no way I can."

"Fair enough," Tad responded as he pulled off his boxer-briefs leaving him completely naked in the changing room momentarily as he pulled up the red speedo to his waist. Looking at himself in the mirror, he had to admit he did look pretty sexy. He even flexed his muscle a bit to improve his stunning reflection. Then he began to imagine everyone looking at him in this skimpy swimsuit. It was still way too revealing. Girls would be staring at him as a piece of meat rather than a Greek god. Tad didn't think he could handle that. "Nah, no good bro." Tad pulled off the speedo tossing it over the curtain hastily; his cheeks were slightly pink.

"Did you try it on?" Dallas asked.

"Yes I did, and it was ridiculous. Now bring me a..." before Tad could finish speaking, the curtain pulled aside.