Ben went back to his seat, and tried to concentrate on the conversation his friends were having. But all he could concentrate on was the growing pressure on his bladder. Ben checked his watch, and a few minutes later checked it again. Time seemed to have slowed down deliberately, and he knew at this rate he was not going to make it off the train in dry trousers.
“You okay man?” Mike asked as Ben started to squirm in his seat, uncrossing and crossing his legs.
“Yeah, fine, I just can’t get comfortable in these seats.” Ben told his friend.
A few minutes later and Ben’s situation had become even more desperate. “Just going to the toilet again.” Ben said, getting up out of his seat.
“It’s out of order,” the girl in the seats opposite told him, but Ben pretended not to hear. There weren’t any seats by the toilet, and he knew it was a disgusting, antisocial thing to do, and that he’d be a deadman if one of his teachers saw him, but maybe he could just pee in a quiet corner of the train. No-one would have to know, and okay, it wouldn’t be a nice job for the cleaners, but the train should have thought about that when their toilet went out of order.
However, Ben’s plan was crushed as soon as he reached the end of the carriage, as it had passed through stations the train had started to get busy, and there were people standing where he’d planned to pee. There was no way he could empty his bladder discreetly here, someone was sure to notice.