A/n: Ik i said i was gonna update everyday, but ive been busy the past two days oops sorry lmao

Yall enjoy this pls

Logan was probably the biggest teacher's pet in the entire school district. Always offering to help clean up after class, organize the chemicals for chemistry class, and clean out beakers. From stapling papers to staying after class to punch holes in them, his teachers could always count on him. He was always the first to raise his hand when the teacher asked a question, and his answer was rarely ever incorrect.

All of his teachers were especially kind to him because of this. And, since he was a good student with an amazing track record, they'd let him use the restroom during class time, despite some of their strict classroom policies.

The policies were set in place to make sure students weren't smoking, vaping or meeting with friends, but Logan was trusted enough to be allowed outside of the classroom during that time period. This was good for Logan, since he had to use the restroom quite often. He kept himself hydrated, but the downside of that was his weak bladder.

Even when his teachers were absent, Logan could usually convince the substitute to let him go. Today, however, that was not the case, which was very unfortunate given that he hadn't been able to go that day at all.

He had just asked his substitute teacher if he could use the restroom, and her response was not ideal to his current situation, "The teacher stated in her sub folder, and I quote: 'students are to use the bathroom before the bell rings. Going during class is prohibited.'" The substitute told him right after he'd raised his hand to ask.

Logan's friend, Remus, piped up, "that rule is total bullshit, Ms. Smith. This school is fucking huge and we only get 5 minutes between each class period."

"Yeah!" Patton cried, "besides, that rule is only in there because it's a district policy, but she and pretty much, every teacher always lets us go normally as long as administration isn'y nearby!"

"I don't make the rules, guys, but it is my job to follow them. Besides, didn't you guys just get back from your lunch period anyway?" She questioned, "also, Remus, you need to watch your language when you're speaking to me. I know your mother."

"She wouldn't know discipline if it physically manifested into a brick and hit her on the back of the head" Remus joked.

It was true. Logan had never even heard Remus's mother angry before. Much like the twins, she was the loud, party-animal type. He wasn't sure if they ever had a serious moment in their household.

Logan couldn't dwell on that for too long, thought. He couldn't really think about anything other than his desperate need to use the restroom, "ma'am, with all due respect, I really have no other motive than to use the restroom. I'll be back in three minutes, you have my word."

"Get back to your work" was all she said with a  shake of her head, "school is over in an hour, i'm sure you can wait until the bell. If it was so urgent, you should have gone during lunch."

They had just gotten back from lunch, she was correct there, but Logan hadn't gotten the opportunity to go, since he was extremely busy during that 25 minute period. He figured he could just go during the next period anyways, since his teacher would typically let him. However, he hadn't anticipated having a substitute.

Logan leaned back into his desk, sighing. Remus lightly tapped his shoulder. He swatted his hand away, "i'm fine." He muttered.

"You haven't been to the bathroom in a long time" Remus said seriously, "and I know how you get."

Logan really didn't like discussing his bathroom habits in class. But to be fair, they had a substitute teacher so the entire class was being disrespectful and loud as fuck. Logan may have been a teachers pet, but he wasn't the annoying, 'Guys! You're being so disrespectful! We need to be quiet!' Kind of teachers pet. In fact, he didn't really like to speak all that much in general. He liked to keep to himself.

He usually didn't argue with authority. He loved to please the people who were in charge of him, and hated arguing with adults. But he really needed to go, and he'd rather argue than piss himself in front of a room full of people who would 100% bully him if he did so.

"Ma'am, I really do need to use the restroom" Logan spoke up, "I haven't gone since first period, it's been a busy day for me."

"Well" Ms. Smith said, "since you've already been holding it for so long, i'm sure you can last another hour. Just do your work and it'll go by quickly. Do not ask me again, young man. You are quite the chatter box. Nobody is leaving my classroom."

Logan was not a fan of this teacher—not at all. He thought it was quite stupid that they needed permission to use the restroom at all, let alone be denied a basic human function after asking.

Logan let out a frustrated groan as he sunk into his desk chair, crossing his legs and leaning forward. Not being able to go was torture, especially when he knew that there was a perfectly usable restroom right down the hall. He didn't like how the substitute acted towards him. She sounded angry with him, or at least annoyed. Her tone insinuated that she didn't like him, and that made his stomach drop and his throat feel dry. He hated being a disappointment. And now, he was getting extremely worked up over the fact that he had a full, aching bladder and a teacher who hated him.

"Logan" Patton whispered, "you should just...like, go."

Logan raised an eyebrow in confusion, "Like...go here?" He questioned uncertainly.

Remus face palmed, "how can the smartest kid in the fucking school be so dumb?"

"No, I meant walk out. Go use the bathroom" Patton told him, before smacking Remus jokingly and chastising him for being mean to Logan.

Logan's eyes widened, "Patton, I cannot disrespect and disobey an authority figure like that. I could get in huge trouble! Like—get a discipline form! Get detention! Or demerits—it could be bad. I can't ruin my track record over this."

Despite what he was saying, Logan really was considering walking out, now that the option had been brought to his attention. He couldn't stop wriggling in his chair, and it was getting bad. he sighed harshly as he tapped his feet against the ground.

"Would you rather piss yourself, then?" Remus questioned.

He definitely wanted to avoid that kind of public humiliation at all costs. He did not want to be known as the kid who pissed himself in the middle of senior year. In a fucking elective class, at that. It was never this serious, he should be allowed to use the restroom in a class that he didn't even need to graduate, "No" he finally answered, gnawing on his bottom lip. He could feel an ache building in his lower back, his bladder heavy in his abdomen as he rocked his hips back and forth.

He couldn't focus on his work—not at all. he had his legs pressed tightly together to keep himself from wetting. He glanced at the clock. They'd only been in class for fifteen minutes. His face dropped as he was hit with the realization that he could not physically wait another hour before the bell rang. He felt a spurt escape from his over-filled bladder. He had to go now. Authority be damned.

He stood up from his desk in a panic as he realized he couldn't stop the flow as another leak escaped. His bladder had been stretched far beyond its capacity, and was growing impatient for relief. His chair squeaked across the floor loudly, a shrill screech echoing through the classroom. Everyone went quiet, and all heads snapped over to him, but for once, he didn't even care. All of the eyes meant nothing to him. He only had one thought in his mind: do not wet your pants.

"I'm going to the restroom" he told the teacher, looking her straight in the eyes as he said so, before he bolted out of the classroom. Ms. Smith let out a shout of protest as she called the front
office.

But Logan didn't care how much trouble he was going to be in, because as he got to the hallway, his bladder gave out. His legs felt like jelly as he soaked himself, stumbling to the bathroom as he wet himself down to his ankles. He felt tears rush to his eyes as he finally slammed himself into the large handicapped stall, locking the door behind him. He fell to his knees in the corner, wrapping his arms around himself. It was no use trying to pee in the toilet anymore, he was pissing full-force into his jeans.

He began to sniffle, crying silently. It felt so good to finally be empty, but he couldn't possibly go back to class like this, or even go home like this. Everyone would know what had happened. He was completely soaked.

He sat there, panicking about his current situation for a good five minutes before he heard a quiet knock on the bathroom door. He held his breath, worried that it might be the principal. But a quiet, kind voice spoke up from the other side of the stall, "Hey, Lo? Can you let me in?" It was Virgil. He let out a sigh, but he wasn't quite sure it was from relief. He didn't want Virgil to see him like this, he was humiliated. Red, puffy eyes and tears running down his cheeks, spilling over his trembling lips, "Patton texted me and said he thought you may not have...y'know...made it."

Logan let out a choked sob, "I didn't" he admitted, "I'm sorry."

"Nothing to be sorry for. Ms. Smith is a bitch. Nobody likes when she subs" Virgil shrugged, "I brought you a spare of my gym shorts. I'll throw them over the top, okay?"

Logan nodded, before realizing that Virgil couldn't see him, "Yeah" he finally spoke up, "okay. Thank you."

"Not a problem" Virgil told him. Once Logan got changed, he put his wet clothes in a plastic bag Virgil had provided.

"What...what now?" He questioned.

Virgil smiled, "well, now we go home. I was skipping class anyways, and the woman who looks out the school gates is my bitch, she'll let us go. I'll drive safe, don't worry."

Logan finally opened the stall door, wiping his red, wet eyes. He smiled shyly, "thanks, Virgil..."

Virgil threw an arm around Logan's shoulder as they walked out of the bathroom together, "anytime. I'll make sure Remus and Patton know what happened so that Ms. Smith can't get you into any trouble. Nobody takes her seriously anyways, that's why she's so mean, y'know."

Logan thought that he was seriously lucky to have such amazing friends. He really appreciated everything that they did for him.

A/n: am i cooked or did i cook

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