Steve’s morning at school had felt like an eternity. His attention span had dwindled drastically, and he was finding it hard to focus on anything. Thankfully it was now lunch, and he was glad to get something to eat as he was starting to feel a tad irritable with an empty stomach. He headed outside and joined Moose, Biff and Sarah on one of the tables sitting in the courtyard. He flopped down in one of the seats and pulled out the packed lunch his mom had left in his bag. Hungrily he stuffed the sandwich in his mouth, taking large bites each time and dropping crumbs all over himself.
“Slow down Steve!” Sarah chuckled.
“Forry I’m really hungry” Steve replied through a mouthful, sending another spray of crumbs across the table. His sandwich was gone in seconds and he eagerly grabbed the bag of crisps next, ignoring the fact he had butter smeared up either side of his mouth.
“Dude!” Moose laughed, “you’re making a right mess of that!” He added, indicating the crumbs all down his hoody. Steve just shrugged, brushed the crumbs off, and wiped his mouth on his sleeve, which didn’t do much other than smear the butter further up one side of his face.
“Oh come here!” Sarah tutted as she grabbed a napkin and wiped the rest off gently.
“Fanks” Steve grunted through another mouthful of crisps. When he finished the bag, he wiped his greasy fingers on his hoody then fished a can of soda from his bag. He cracked it open and greedily guzzled it back, letting out a loud belch when he’d finished, which made him giggle.
“Better?” Biff asked.
“Better” Steve beamed back.
“We’ll now you’ve finished making a mess, how about a game of one on one?” Moose asked, holding up a basket ball and nodding to the empty basketball court at the end of the courtyard.
“Kay!” Steve grinned as he leapt to his feet, suddenly finding he had a lot more energy. His bladder felt a little full, but he ignored it, wanting to play instead. Biff and Sarah followed the two of them to the court where they sat at the surliness as they started to play. After 10 minutes Steve was already loosing by several points, he was struggling more now that Moose was a good head taller than him.
“Man, you get your sisters skills along with her pussy?” Moose joked.
“Screw you poopie head!” Steve snapped back “err I mean dickhead!” He corrected. Moose stared at him for a moment, but decided against saying anything.
“Your turn!” He said as he launched the ball to Steve. Unfortunately Steve was distracted by the tightness in his bladder again, and failed to catch it. The ball hit him hard in the stomach and he fell to the ground. The shock and the pain hit him and he felt tears in his eyes. Before he knew it he was crying.
“Christ man up!” Moose snorted.
“Give it a rest moose!” Sarah snapped as she and Biff ran over to Steve. Sarah helped him sit up and stroked his head.
“It’s ok Steve” she said softly, then she looked down. There was a distinct wet patch forming in the front of his crotch.
“Ok, let’s get you inside” she said as the patch grew bigger, we best cover this up though” she added as she began to pull his jumper off. Steve clamped his hands down, trying to pull it back.
“No” he whimpered.
“Stop being silly” Sarah chided as she wrestled it from his weaker grasp and pulled it off over his head. Moose snorted with laughter at the sight of the dungarees.
“Bro, what are you wearing?” He laughed.
“What he needed to!” Biff snapped, shooting Moose a dark look, before helping Sarah get Steve to his feet and covering his crotch with the jumper. They walked him off the court leaving a bemused Moose by himself. A few minutes later, after a quick conversation with someone in the office, it was decided that Steve should go home for the afternoon. He was sat in the reception area, hoody clamped over his damp groin, waiting for his mother to come get him. He swung his feet back and forth under the chair, the toes of his shoes dragging on the carpet. He stared intently at the floor, his fringe hanging over his eyes.
“Oh Stevie!” The voice of his mother said sadly as she came through the doors with Emma in tow, “what happened?”
“Don’t wanna talk about it” Steve grumbled as he got to his feet, still hiding the damp patch with his jumper.
“Ok” Anne said softly, “let’s get you home. Come on monster” she added as she took his hand and led him out the building.
