Updating before I leave. This chapter will actually stress this story's T rating. Hehe.

"You're not serious, are you?" Chad's eyes widened, reading the two sentences over and over again. He had known number twelve would be humiliating, but he had thought that his friends had simply been wanting to over dramatize what it really was.

"Of course," Zeke smirked, excited about the coming moments. "I'm sure the girls have wanted to see this for quite awhile now." The other two burst into laughter. The group was standing beside an ice cream kiosk, just a few stores down from the hallway where they had done their last task.

Chad sighed in defeat, shoving the paper in Zeke's hands. "Let's get this over with," he mumbled, still going over the dare over and over in his head. By far, it was the one dare that the girls had put the most thought into.

12) Chad—Go to Victoria's Secret, picking out the biggest bra you can find and try it on over your clothes. Then, go over to the salesperson and ask if there's anything bigger.

Zeke had handed the video camera to Ryan, who was trying to get a good shot of Chad's awestruck face. He trusted that Ryan would be able to handle his own camera for a while at least.

"I told you a long time ago that we're messing with fire here," Troy shrugged, quoting himself from the hour before. "But as long as we don't see anyone we know, it should be fine."

"But almost every cheerleader shops there!" Chad groaned, bringing his hands to his face. "And Saturdays are all of their shopping days!"

"If we haven't seen them yet, this shouldn't be any different," Ryan stressed. "And how do you know that's what the cheerleaders wear?"

"Uh…" Chad was at a loss for words. All eyes were, once again, focused on him. That seemed to be happening a lot more lately.

"Nevermind," Zeke shook his head, wanting subject change. "I, nor do I think the girls, want to know exactly how you know that."

"Agreed," Troy replied, looking into the camera. "Anyway, we better start heading over there. I'm sure the girls are zipping through their list." He motioned for everyone to follow as he started in the direction of the escalator. The store they were looking for was on the second story. They were only on the first.

"Do you have any faith in our list?" Ryan asked, coming up behind him. "I mean, it's not like our list wasn't detailed. It was."

"But," Zeke interjected, "remember that these girls can find loopholes in everything. Taylor can argue a point to someone and win… even if she's wrong." Everyone knew that was correct. It was something that was Taylor's specialty.

"True," Ryan shrugged, keeping the camera on the now-silent Chad. "So, Chad, are we growing more and more nervous as the fateful time approaches?" He teased, trying to lighten the gloomy mood.

"No," Chad responded with an edge of irritation towards his friends. "Not in the least."

Not responding to the reply, the boys continued on. The bright pink store was still across the mall from where they were, but nobody was really in the mood to hurry, especially Chad.

Troy couldn't help but feel a little bit of sorrow for his friend. Although, it didn't really last long when he thought of how funny Chad would look in a pink frilly bra that didn't even fit him strapped across his chest. Chad wouldn't be embarrassed long. That was one thing that Troy knew about his very outgoing friend.

Too soon for Chad, the four arrived at the store, everyone hesitating before going in. It might be Chad's dare, but they would all have to go into the store with him. Taking one last look at each other, complimented with deep breathes, the foursome entered.

As soon as they stepped upon the soft hot pink carpet, a college-aged girl motioned to them, the metallic gold lettering on her employee badge spelling 'Tiffany' glinting in the light pouring into the store. The redhead didn't seem too disturbed that the four were browsing in the store. Could it be that they weren't the only teenage boys with enough wits to enter such a store?

"Oh, hi Chad!" She waved, fixing mismatched shorts on a clothes rack. Chad got glances from all of the boys, including Ryan, who had hidden himself behind Zeke.

"Chad… How does she know you?" Zeke gave him a confused look. "That girl is not high school aged. So don't tell me you go to school with her."

"I might have… browsed… in here before," Chad shrugged, Troy bursting out into more laughter. Ryan seemed unfazed by the answer. Zeke's eyebrows shot up.

Tiffany had retreated to fixing more shorts dangling from sales racks. It really wasn't unusual to see teenage boys enter the store. She was watching them, trying to get a glimpse of the fourth boy hiding behind the one that had just addressed Chad.

Recognizing the hat, she went back over to the group.

"Ryan, is that you?" She peered over the boy with the blue eye's shoulder, seeing the drama king. "I didn't know you were coming, too!" She waved, but noticed out of the corner her boss giving her a disapproving glare. She wasn't supposed to hold on conversations with people she knew. Especially teenage boys.

"Oops," she said, turning. "I better get back to work."

Once she was well out of earshot, the three gave Ryan suspicious stares.

"Ryan," Zeke began, "much like I asked Chad… How does she know you?"

"Sharpay," Ryan mumbled miserably. It only took that one word for everyone to get the point. Of course Sharpay would bring him shopping with her.

"Enough talk," Troy finished, dropping the subject. He no longer felt a pang of sorrow for his friend. "Chad, you apparently know this store pretty well. I'm assuming you know right where to go."

"Fine," Chad mumbled, leading the group to the back of the store. Of course, it would be terribly rude of a store to kick anyone out due to their gender, so the boys weren't too concerned about someone questioning them on why they were in there.

Each searched for the biggest one they could find, knowing very well that if they didn't, their girlfriends could very well likely tell. A mistake like that could cause them to lose the entire bet, and it was not going to be good for their pride of that happened.

"I like this one," Zeke laughed, putting a hanger of a lace-decorated pastel green bra up to Chad. He huffed, wondering if that would fit the qualifications. One side of it could fit all four of their fists into, still with plenty of room.

"I checked on the other side," Troy jogged up to the three, still trying not to laugh. "I think Zeke has found the biggest."

"At least it's not pink," Chad shrugged, struggling to hook the back onto him. "Does anyone know how to work these?" He continued to fumble clumsily with the back.

The three others became engrossed in hooking the little hooks on the back together. Each of them tried, but miserably failed, at getting it on. It was Zeke's turn again when someone approached from behind.

"Danforth?" Came a shrill voice. It was unmistakable who the owner of the voice was. Four head's snapped up while four pairs of eyes widened. In front of them stood their overdramatic drama teacher… Ms. Darbus herself.

When Chad's head snapped around, so did the rest of his body, and it was not only the boys who were in a state of shock.

"Oh, um… Hi Ms. Darbus," he looked around, avoiding her shocked gaze. Zeke had managed to get the bra hooked up, making it difficult for Chad to pull off at the sight of his teacher. Ryan had hidden behind Zeke once more, Troy was hiding his face with his hand by pretending to scratch it, and Zeke wasn't making much of an attempt. He had taken drama the year before, so he technically never had to face her again after this encounter.

"As… as much as I want to ask," Ms. Darbus blinked. "I'm not going to." She spun around, the dangling fabric from the clothes swayed dramatically. Although, she didn't leave the store. She stopped at a display of shorts that she examined intently.

"And as much as I would like to know why she's in here," Chad mocked. "I'm not going to."

"That's a… disturbing sight," Troy watched his teacher with a disgusted expression on his face.

"To think she gets onto everyone about dress code," Zeke shook his head. "What're the odds of us meeting her in a lingerie store?"

"I never thought 'Darbus' and 'lingerie' would ever be in the same sentence," Ryan cringed.

"Okay, let's get back to the dare now!" Chad snapped. The store was now empty except for the staff and their drama teacher. Chad hadn't managed to get the bra off when his teacher had approached, and it was still perched on his chest.

Ryan looked into the video camera once more; sure that he had gotten their entire Ms. Darbus scene clearly. The girls would certainly find it interesting.

Chad made his way to the counter, receiving giggles from most of the staff. When they saw the video camera, it was apparent that something was going on.

"Erm… Excuse me," Chad approached a brunette with highlights at the counter, "is there… anything bigger?"

The girls howled with laughter, Chad realizing for the first time that all these girls were looking at him and laughing. Something he hadn't managed to do during his entire high school career. To think that he had spent all of his time thinking that basketball would attract the girls!

"Actually," she giggled once more. "You managed to find the biggest one."

"Thank you," he cracked a grin, winking at her. "Oh, and do you know how to get these things off? My friends had trouble getting this on."

"Sure," the girl grinned, leaving the counter area and coming up behind Chad. With ease, she snapped the hook out of place, helping Chad out of the torturous object.

"You're girlfriends made you do this, right?" She asked, hanging the bra onto a hanger lying on the counter.

"Yeah," Chad nodded, starting to walk off. "Thanks again."

"No problem," the girl chuckled, looking at her co-workers trying to retain their giggles. Chad walked back to his friends, who were eagerly awaiting for them at the front of the store. It seemed that their drama teacher had left while Chad was fulfilling his dare requirements.

"Now, that wasn't that bad, was it?" Zeke gave his friend a playful slug in the arm as Chad approached. Chad cracked into a broad smile, nodding in approval.

"Nope. And those girls were so checking me out!" His friends howled in laughter while leaving the overly pink store.

"So they think guys wearing girls' clothes are cute?" Zeke chuckled.

"Actually, I think the girls were liking the daring of it," Ryan added, zooming the camera shot in on Chad's face.

"That makes sense," Troy nodded with a shrug. Zeke began pulling out the list, ready to rush onto their next activity. This time, though, they let Chad view the list. After all, they only had three more to go.

Just three more.

I mean… this is the chapter everyone's been waiting for. Now, the next big chapter will be the one when we find out who wins. That's three chapters away. I didn't feel there were enough descriptions. And it moved pretty slowly.

But I made it into around 1700 words for one dare. Also, this story is SEVEN alert lists away from 100 and 30 reviews away from being my highest reviewed story.

Can we make all of that happen after this chapter?