“Are you okay Ben?” It was Martha, a girl who liked to play mother to everyone. If someone was crying you could be sure to find Martha fussing over them trying to make things better. She came over to where Ben was sitting, followed by a troop of girls whose nosiness compelled them to crowd around anybody who showed the slightest sign of being upset, always hoping they might be able to gain some gossip. Ben was horrified to see that one of these girls was Laura. She couldn’t see him crying, especially not now, not for this, not when he was going to wet his pants at any second.
“Stop crowding around him.” Mike said, “He’s fine.”
But just as Mike said that Ben let out a loud cry as he was unable to hold back the flood of urine any longer, and he sat frozen in horror as the group of wide-eyes girls watched him soak his trousers. He tried to stop the pee, but he couldn’t, it just kept coming, the material of his trousers turning a darker and darker brown, the wet spot growing larger and larger until it covered his entire crotch and had spread right down his legs, almost to his knees.
“Oh my God,” the girls started to titter and giggle, “Ben just wet his pants.”
The boys immediately joined the crowd of girls, someone crying wasn’t interesting to them, but somebody wetting themselves definitely was. One of them started to laugh loudly, and before long everyone was whispering among themselves and laughing at Ben.
“Awww, did Baby Ben wet his pants?” It was Richard, he pushed his way to the front of the crowd to get a good look at Ben’s wet trouser, “Iccle Ben forgot to put his nappy on this morning?”
“Fuck off Richard,” Ben, who had been sitting in silence, tears rolling down his cheeks, shouted, suddenly jumping up and lunging towards Richard. Mike grabbed him before he made contact with Richard, and tried to pull him away. Ben, his anger giving him strength, swung round at Mike, “You fuck off as well. All of you, just fuck off and leave me the fuck alone.”
Ben ran to the end of the carriage, and realised he had nowhere to go, there was nowhere for him to get away from his classmates. But at least they were all at the other end of the train. He looked down at his trousers, they were absolutely soaked, and he felt embarrassed as he felt the eyes of the other passengers on him. Ben slumped down on the floor, leaning against the wall of the train.