Sorry

One

I'm going to start today.
Today!
I can't tell if I'm excited or nervous or both...
Or is it because of my-

"Jay!" My fathers calls me.

"Be down in a minute!" I adjust the collar of my shirt and take one last look in the mirror before grabbing my bag and running down the stairs.

"Are you ready?" Dad asks looking down at me.

I'm immediately intimidated by his eyes I glance away.

What? Hes 6ft 9!

"Yeah... nervous maybe. But I'm ready." I think.

"You'll be fine! Come on. We have to go." Papa tries to comfort me.

"But I didn't have breakfast..."

"Okay. Go have a cereal bar and milk or something. Just hurry."

He's always been the kinder one.

I have two father's. Yeah. I was adopted when I was 8. Now I'm 15 and today I'm moving schools. Almost at the end of the academic year but it was for a good reason.

"Hurry up Jay. I don't think you wanna be late." Dad says to me standing in his 6ft 9 glory.

"But Dad, Papa said I can have breakfast..."

"Hurry up. You need to leave in 5 minutes."

I nod and go pour myself a glass of milk. I drink the whole thing in a minute flat and go to search for a cereal bar.

"Okay I'm done!" I shout when I find the frosty bar.

Dad smiles, "Have fun."

I run outside to Papa and get into the car.

The new school I'm going to is not close. It's a 1 hour drive.

For the first five minutes of the drive, I look out of the window nervously.

"Come on son. Don't worry about it. You'll have a good time. You were smart enough to get into this school!" Papa reassures me.

"Yeah...but what if...what if I...have-"

"You'll be fine!" He says again.

I nod my head and look out of the window.

After a while, Papa looks my way with a concerned look on his face. "Jay... are you okay...?"

I nod my head confused.

The car suddenly stops and the car lurches forward making me lean forward.

That's when I feel it. I haven't been to the bathroom since last night...and I need to pee. Like right now.

I sit up straight trying to push my crotch into the car seat to ease the desperation.

The car stutters to start again and I squeal fighting the urge to shove my hands between my legs.

Yes. I know I could just ask for Papa to stop so I can use the toilet but I'm bladder shy.

I don't like asking to use the bathroom because...it's just embarrassing! And I can't pee when other people are around. Which makes it hard to use public bathrooms.

"Jay." I hear his voice again. "Are you alright?"

I don't say anything but nod.

"Jay." He says sternly making me jump.

I hum a response.

"If you need the toilet, you can just say. How many times have I told you and how many times have you had an accident because you're too shy to say so?" He scorns me.

The car goes over a speed bump and I feel a spurt of pee dribble into my underwear. I stop the stream, quickly pushing my hands between my legs. "S-sorry." I look down embarrassed.

"You've known us for seven years and you're still bladder shy." He sighs pulling over. "Let's go into the McDonalds over there."

I nod taking off my seatbelt.

I open the door and make it to the door when a wave of desperation hits me.

I bend over in pain, whimpering slightly.

"Come on Jay. We're almost there." Papa coos for me to keep walking.

After a while, I finally mange to stand and walk the rest of the journey to the toilet.

The toilets are empty when I get there so I enter a cubicle and finally relieve myself.

I sigh inwardly after three minutes of peeing then exit to wash my hands.

I sheepishly exit and hang my head when I exit. "I'm really sorry..." I apologise to Papa.

"Jay. It's okay. But you need to tell someone if you need to go to the bathroom or you'll just wet yourself. I mean, with your weak bladder and the fact that most of the time you don't notice you need the toilet." He whispers.

"Sorry."

"It's not your fault. Come on. We need to get going again." He takes my hand and pulls me back to where he parked the car.

I enter the car quickly and look out the window again.

"Hey." I hear Papa's soft voice. "You okay?"

"No." I sigh. "I...really don't wanna make a fool of myself on the first day just because I can't make it to the toilet in time." I mumble.

"Aww Jay come on. The day hasn't even started yet."

"That makes it worse..." I sigh.

"You'll be fine." He assures me again. "But remember to stay hydrated. It's really hot."

I groan. "What? Water!? No."

"I will force you to drink it now if you don't listen." He threatens.

I give in and take the two water bottles he hands me to put in my bag.

"Good boy!" He praises me.

After the rest of the drive, we arrive infront of the school.

It's huge and I know I'm going to get lost.

I swallow audibly and look back to see Papa has driven off already.

I step through the gates nervously.

Where am I supposed to go?

I pluck up my courage and turn to the first person who passes me.

"E-excuse me... I-I'm new here a-and could you tell me where I sh-should go?" I stare at the firmly built boy standing before me. His green eyes glaring into mine. My 5ft 4 figure is no match to his 6ft 5.

He smirks and laughs in my face, "I-I d-don't k-know." He mocks me.

I frown and open my mouth to day something again but he beats me to it. "I don't know who the fuck you are so just stay away from me." He deadpans.

"I-I'm s-sorry..." I can't help but stutter again.

"Ugh. You're so...I don't even know." And he pushes past me causing me to fall into a girl standing behind me.