He was suddenly painfully aware of the snickers filling the classroom, and his cheeks burned red with mortification. 'I just really, really need a wee.' the words spilled out before he could register how embarrassing he sounded. 'I know but.' his face was hot and flushed with perspiration. 'I believe I've already answered that question two times.' He was squirming feverishly, and was aware of the constant dampness in his boxers. The teacher, Miss Higgins, shot him a stern look. He was leaking steadily, and the front of his pants were subtly darker. Tears brimmed Sol's eyes, dying to fall, much like the pee inside of his stomach. A splash of pee hit the inside of his legs, warmly sliding down his skin. Pressing his legs a little closer together, Sol jerked forward, a sudden spasm overtaking his tired bladder. As a fourteen-year old, it was quite literally the end of the world if he pissed himself in front of all of his classmates. 'Please, please, hold it.' he whispered to himself. 'Oh.god.' Sol's bladder contracted hard, and a long leak streamed past. He was too embarrassed and resigned to ask a third. He was in the middle of his Chemistry exam, and the teacher had already denied him relief two times. With a small whimper, Sol rubbed his thighs together, legs crossed tightly. His bladder was swollen and hard under the waistband of his pants, and his achingly full abdomen was no longer capable of holding back the voluminous liquid it was containing.
