Work it, make it, do it, makes us harder, better, faster, stronger
Chaz lost count of how many times he had run around the track. It was part of his workout routine to run for half an hour, and that was almost up. His iPod would notify him when his time was up, so he wasn't worried about that. It just woulda been cool to keep tracks of how many laps he ran in tht thirty minutes. Guess he just got caught up in Kanye and Pitbull and Usher and everyone on his running playlist. Which was the song "Stronger" by Kanye West a fuckton of times with other songs scattered in between, because come on, that song was fucking perfect for working out. Kanye was a God among men, in both Chaz and Kanye's opinions.
Chaz mostly blasted his music to keep his mind off of shit he didn't wanna think about, which wasn't that much. Just hot dudes mostly. Which were off-limits to the Totally Hetero Chaz Warren, no homo dude. Couldn't even claim Full Bi. Whatever. Fuck society, man, but he wasn't gonna just tell everyone he was half gay or whatever. That'd fuck up his image. Yeah, it might appeal to some minority sympathizers or whatever, but he didn't need sympathy to hit on chicks. He had his looks and his charm, and honestly, what else did someone need to get laid? A personality? Ha, yeah right.
Anyway, his time was up, so he ran the rest of the way to the bleachers where he had his water and towel to dry off all the sweat that had accumluated on his face and his bare chest. Yeah, he ran shirtless. Had to show off the muscles he worked so fucking hard to achieve, like damn. It wasn't all for nothing here. Besides, a lot of hot athletic ladies came to the gym, and he was on top of that whole scene. Fuck yeah. Hot athletic ladies were probably his favorite class of hot ladies.
Speak of the devil, here was one now.
Stella Hines was probably the only (heterosexual) female athlete that he hadn't gotten with. She was pretty much labeled Unattainable by most of the guys, but Chaz always liked a challenge. Sure, she had that one scrawny ass nerd who might have been her boyfriend or whatever, but that wasn't going to stop him. What was he gonna do about it? Bore him to death? The only thing that stopped him from going over to her dorm for Netflix and chill the other night was Nahnie Strider, who could have definitely kicked his ass, though he'd never admit it.
Stella was probably gonna run, though. She was a hell of a runner (which anyone could tell from her fine ass legs), the fastest in the school, and Chaz had just finished his own run, but maybe he could keep up with her. "Yo, Stella," he called, sprinting over to her. "Remember me? I'm Chaz, from the chat the other night. 'Sup?" he leaned on the wall next to her, totally not flexing and showing off his muscles, what.