During second period, I shifted in Mr. Barnes’s Biology class, needing to pee so freaking badly, as he went on and on and on about the exam tomorrow. I pushed my reading glasses further up my nose, wrote furiously in my notebook, and squeezed my knees together.
Allie leaned closer to me. “Are you okay?”
“I have to pee,” I whispered back, hoping Barnes wouldn’t hear me.
He loathed when people interrupted his lecture.
“Go,” she urged me. “I’ll give you my notes tonight.”
Gnawing on the inside of my cheek, I placed my pen down, raised my hand, and asked Barnes to use the restroom.
He stopped his lecture, tilted his head down to look at me through his thick glasses, and sighed. “Go.”
After giving him my best smile, I scurried out of the room and basically ran to the restroom, doing my b
