>Be Evan.

>Be in high school.

>His friends have trapped him in the back of Matt's two-door pick-up, and he's seriously about to wet his pants.

>Evan has had to piss since they left Matt's house. He'd asked to use the bathroom but Matt said they had to get going and he could do it later. They'd stopped at Dairy Queen but didn't let Evan out.

>It's just him, Matt and Rob.

>They pull into the Busch's parking lot and park.

>Matt and Rob have been talking among themselves with the radio cranked up. Evan hasn't participated in the conversation, watching the town out the back window. He usually drives.

>Hey guys, I really gotta go, can I get out?

>It feels like the fiftieth time he's asked them this.

>Rob turns and grins at him.

>Yeah, Barker we'll let you out, all in good time.

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>He goes back to talking to Matt, who's ignoring Evan completely.

>Guys, please, I need to go—

>Just a sec, Rob says.

>Evan catches a look of aggravation on Matt's face.

>Evan's back teeth are floating, his groin muscles threaten to give way.

>Matt, I'm gonna piss all over your back seat—

>You do that and you're fucking paying for it to get cleaned.

>What?

>You are.

>Yeah, Barker, you can't just piss all over someone's seat and not pay to get it cleaned up, says Rob, still grinning back at him.

>If you guys would let me out, I wouldn't have to!

>Evan strains, clenching his crotch with all his might.

>Please, guys, just let me out. Rob, please.

>You want to go potty, Barker?

>YES.

>You really want to go potty?

>FUCKING YES.

>Say, 'I wanna go potty.'

>FUCK YOU.

>Say it, or you're gonna be paying like hundreds of dollars to get Matt's backseat re-upholstered.

>I FUCKING WANNA GO POTTY.

>Rob looks at Matt, who's rolling his eyes.

>Okay, Barker, God, you don't gotta yell.

>He opens the door and Evan shoves the seat forward, but it doesn't budge.

>Careful, Barker, you're gonna break it, Matt yells.

>Here, Barker, lemme help you out here, says Rob.

>He slides out of the truck and pulls the lever. The seat swings forward and out of the way.

>Evan scrambles out.

>Why do you guys have to mess with me like that, he whines, his bladder screaming.

>Rob chuckles.

>Better get used to it, Barker, he says. It's gonna be happening your whooooole life.

>Evan doesn't say anything, sprints to the front door of Busch's.