I throw my hands over my face in shame. “This is abysmal,” I whisper.
She texts Cameron.
Mayday, mayday
Natasha has wet her pants
And we are stuck in the toilet.
We wait for a moment. “I wish Adrian was here.” I whisper in mortification.
He finally texts back.
What?
Bridget texts back.
She has wet her pants and now her jeans are soaked
What do we do?
We wait for a moment and no reply. “What’s he fucking doing?” Bridget snaps. “This is an emergency.” She bites her bottom lip to stifle her smile and I look at her helplessly.
“You have to admit… this is pretty damn funny.” She smiles.
“Fucking hilarious,” I mutter dryly.
“Hello?” I hear Cameron’s voice. Oh shit, he’s in the girl’s toilets.
I open the cubicle and pull him in. The three of us are like sardines all squashed in here. He looks down at me in horror. “Did you feel like you were wetting yourself and couldn’t stop it?” he asks.
I shake my head. “No. I just felt hot wet on my legs. I’m going to die of embarrassment. Get Joshua.” I admit defeat as I hold my hands over my face.
We hear a woman come into the toilets and we all stay silent. Cameron punches Bridget as she tries to hold in her giggles. The intruder eventually leaves.
My phone beeps a text from Max.
What’s going on?
Why is Cameron in there?
Oh, man, this is horrific. I have to tell him. I text back.
Don’t tell anyone but I have wet my pants.
He texts back.
I will bring the car around
I reply.
Yes, please.
Cameron narrows his eyes as he thinks. “Tash, I don’t think you have wet yourself.”
I frown.
“What are you talking about?” Bridget snaps. “What does it look like she has done, you fool?”
“It’s probably amniotic fluid. I think your water has broken.”