You plop down next to James, feeling your diaper squish against the bus seat. Uggh, this is gonna be a long day.
"Hey, John!" the grinning freshman says. "What's wrong?"
"Nothing, James," you reply.
"Yes, there is. Tell me!"
"Nothing is wrong!" you say, exasperated. God, this kid is annoying. You decide you're just gonna avoid looking at him. You turn and face the aisle, and get on your phone.
Thankfully, James stops talking. You text a few people, and fool around online, until you feel something messing with your waistband. No, someone. You turn around to see James pulling back the waistband of your jeans, looking down the back of your pants, and about to laugh.
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