Lie

"Oh, I, uh, fell down the stairs and hit my ass," you make uup. Dammit, that excuse was stupid.

"Well that has to suck," Davis laughs. "Hey, you're brothers with that Andrew guy who graduated last year, right?"

"Uhh, yeah."

"Then you must be cool, too. Oh shit, teacher." As the teacher glances in your direction, Davis goes back to work.

You must be cool, huh? A footballer thinks you're cool!

Why does that make you so happy?

That night, you go home, and regretfully change into your diaper, as your mom said diapers all evening was another piece of your punishment. You play some video games, soon getting so lost that you almost miss a knock at the door. Your mom tells you it's Davis.

Davis? Here? Oh shit.

You scramble around your room. Where are those baggy pants? Where are those--Holy shit he's right there. Your mom must have let him in!

"Davis, Davis, I can explain--"

"No explanation needed, John," Davis says, calmly. "I get it. You must wet the bed, right? My younger brother was like that. But at 4 in the afternoon? And with a bib, and a pacifier?"

"Look, I get this looks bad, but please don't tell anyone!--"

"But this secret is to good to not share!"

"Please, I'll do anything!"

"Anything, really?" You see a wicked glint in his eye. "Make me a offer."