Curveballs (Chapters 1 to 199)

6.11 Game Over - Twisted Ankle

I ignored Trisha and joined Jenny in the hall. We chatted a bit before Mr. Jentz entered as well and sent us running a few laps to warm up. I loved running and exercising, but I had to stay careful as I didn't want to have an accident. The gray slacks couldn't hide a mishap I guessed.

Gym lessons tend to be odd. Sometimes you get to master a discipline and receive grades. But then there are also these random ones where you just play ball or something. This one was one of the latter. We played basketball. You may think that it's half as bad, but then you've obviously never seen a bunch of girls play it at school. Of course we had some athletes, but for every athlete there were about three whining teens worrying about their nails or just being afraid of the ball ^^ I belonged to the athletes, but on the downside I was also handicapped. With only one good arm I could neither pass nor shoot the ball properly. So I was sort of limited to catching rebounds and then throwing one-armed passes to start counter attacks which then only led to stalling because everyone else had already run out of steam ^^ It must have been painful to bear for Mr. Jentz. After another missed lazy shot from the distance by Paula who happened to be on my team I just picked it up one-handed out of mid-air and scored a layup late in the game. But the moment I landed on my feet I felt a spurt of pee escape. I stopped in my tracks and tensed my sphincter with everything I got. I managed to regain control but knew it wouldn't last. My eyes met with Mr. Jentz' who seemed to have noticed and secretly nodded towards the locker room. Paula approached me:

"You ok?"

"Yeah, I...I twisted my ankle a bit...", I said pointing to my foot.

"Can you continue?"

"Yeah, it actually wasn't that bad...however I gotta drink some water...I'll be right back", I quickly left her dumbfounded and vanished into the locker room. There I headed to the restroom, pulled my slacks and panties down in one go and sat on the toilet. I peed like an ounce or two at the usual slow pace. Then it was time to examine the damage. My green panties featured a dark wet patch about the size of a lighter. I cursed and quickly checked my gray slacks. Gladly its outside was still completely dry and on the inside it was just a bit damp. Phew, I could fix that. I dried the slip as good as possible with toilet paper and then just pulled it back up. I needed to hurry to not raise too much suspicion so I couldn't avoid having a visible wet patch on my green panties. I pulled my slacks back up, too, and flushed the toilet before rejoining the game. The opposing team with Jenny and Trisha among others was on the attack trying to score. Before I even got in position they scored three points after a shot by Rina. I would've never guessed she was capable of scoring from that distance, but I had obviously underestimated her. Two minutes later we had lost the game and went back to the locker room.