Detention (Preview) (Patreon)

Emmett was just barely past Ms. Hancroft’s classroom when she opened the door. “Where are you going?” She asked.

“N—Need the bathroom,” Emmett said. “I’ll be right back.”

“I’ve heard that excuse before,” Ms. Hancroft said. “Get in here.”

“It’s not an ex-excuse, I really do have to—“

“Really. Two ‘emergencies’ in one day? You expect me to believe that?”

Emmett didn’t understand that logic. His first emergency had been hours ago now. It wasn’t as though his kidneys STOPPED making urine once he’d already been desperate enough times. His body wasn’t going to decide ‘Oh, guess he’s been through enough now. Better knock it off.’ He shifted between his feet, lip caught between his teeth. “I’m serious,” he said. “I’m r—really sorry, I promise I’ll be fast.”

“Get in here,” Ms. Hancroft repeated. “If you really need the bathroom, you can use it in two hours.”

Emmett didn’t think he could LAST two hours!

He didn’t know what else he could do, though. He wished he was more like Shelby. If Shelby were in his position right now, she’d say “Fuck you, I’m not gonna sit there and wet my pants,” before storming off.

Emmett… Couldn’t do things like that. No matter how desperately he needed to…

So, obediently, he entered the room that was going to be his prison for the next couple hours. He sat at a desk, fanning his knees in and out. Maybe if he focused on something else, the time would pass quickly. Yeah, he’d read or get started on homework, or… Anything that would take his mind off of his roiling bladder.

Ms. Hancroft went to the door again. Emmett overheard her talking to Devon. “You aren’t skipping out on this. Get in here.”

Emmett bounced his knees as he stared at the clock. He swore it was broken. The second hand was jerking forwards way too slowly. Surely he’d been sitting here, holding back his flood, for at least ten minutes already— It couldn’t have only been fifteen seconds! Ah, he had to—

“I really have to pee first,” Devon’s voice.

Ms. Hancroft snorted. “Did you two coordinate this? You both have the same excuse. I’m not falling for it. Sit down.”

Emmett stopped squirming for a second, paying closer attention. Did Devon ACTUALLY have to go? Would he be able to tend to his need in the way Emmett hadn’t been? Emmett expected Devon to be more willing to tell Ms. Hancroft off, use the bathroom whether she gave him permission to or not.

It seemed he WAS going to do exactly that. “No,” Devon said. “I have to use the bathroom.”

“No, you don’t,” Ms. Hancroft said. “Get back here. If you walk away from me, you’ll have detention for the rest of the week.”

Apparently, the threat was too much for Devon, because a minute later he’d joined Emmett in the classroom, sitting as far away from him as he could possibly get. Not that Emmett MINDED that, he didn’t want Devon near him anyway.

Looking at his bully, Emmett thought that maybe he really did have to go. He hadn’t noticed it in class earlier, but Devon was a lot more antsy than usual, shifting from side to side in his seat, tapping his feet, adjusting his pants. He definitely didn’t look comfortable.