Chapter 88: Embarrassed

Jordan, Tyler, Jake, and Alex exchanged nervous glances as they turned back toward the classmate who had called out to them. The classmate, a boy named Evan, stared at their outfits, his eyes widening in disbelief as he took in the onesies.

“Uh… yeah, it’s us,” Jordan finally said, trying to sound casual.

Evan tilted his head. “Dude… what are you guys wearing? And Tyler, did you seriously just call Jordan ‘Daddy’?”

Tyler, now bright red, instinctively clung to Jordan’s arm. “Um… I-I mean…” he stammered, not sure how to respond.

Jake and Alex looked at each other before Alex took a deep breath and stepped forward. “Look, it’s kinda complicated, okay? It’s just… something we do now. It makes us feel safe, and we’re happy like this.”

Evan blinked, clearly not expecting that response. “Wait, so this isn’t, like, a joke or a dare or something?”

Jordan crossed his arms. “No, it’s not. This is just who we are. And if you have a problem with that, then whatever.”

Evan hesitated before slowly nodding. “I mean… I guess if it makes you guys happy, that’s cool.”

Then Evan smirked as he raised his phone. “Man, I gotta send this to everyone,” he said, snapping a picture of Jordan and the boys.

Tyler’s face went pale, his body tensing as he clung tighter to Jordan’s arm. The fear of being humiliated in front of the whole school overwhelmed him, and before he could even react, he felt his stomach churn. His body gave in to the stress, and he whimpered as he filled his diaper right there in the middle of the McDonald’s.

Evan’s eyes widened as he took a step back. “Wait… are you guys wearing diapers under those?” he asked, his voice laced with both confusion and shock.

Jake and Alex immediately froze, their faces burning with embarrassment. Jordan narrowed his eyes, stepping protectively in front of Tyler. “Evan, put your phone away. Now.”

Evan hesitated, looking between them and his phone screen. “Dude, I mean… this is kinda—”

“I don’t care what you think,” Jordan interrupted, his voice firm. “You don’t get to humiliate us.”

Tyler whimpered again, burying his face in Jordan’s chest. “I-I don’t wanna be made fun of…” he mumbled, his voice shaking.

Evan looked at Tyler, then at the way Jordan, Jake, and Alex had immediately closed ranks around him. His smirk faded slightly, and he lowered his phone.

“…Alright, fine,” he muttered. “I won’t send it.”

Jordan didn’t move, his eyes still locked on Evan. “Delete it.”

Evan sighed, rolling his eyes but swiping through his phone. After a moment, he held up the screen, showing that the photo was gone. “Happy now?”

Jordan nodded but didn’t let his guard down. “Good. Now, if you’re done, we’d like to eat in peace.”

Evan shifted awkwardly, rubbing the back of his neck. “Uh… yeah. Sure.” He turned and walked away, still glancing back at them like he was processing what he had just witnessed.

As soon as he was gone, Tyler whimpered again. “I-I wanna go home…”

Jordan sighed and held him closer. “I know, buddy. Let’s get you changed first, okay?”

Mrs. Faulkner and Miss Harper, who had been watching the exchange, gave Jordan a nod of approval. “You handled that well,” Miss Harper said.

Jake crossed his arms, still looking at where Evan had gone. “I don’t trust him…”

Alex shook his head. “Me neither.”

Jordan sighed. “We’ll deal with it if it comes up. Right now, let’s just finish eating and get Tyler cleaned up.”

Mrs. Faulkner stood up. “I’ll take him to the restroom. Jordan, you finish your food, alright?”

Jordan hesitated before nodding, gently passing Tyler to her. As she carried him off, he could still hear Tyler sniffling against her shoulder.

Miss Harper exhaled. “That could’ve gone worse.”

Jake nodded. “Yeah, but I got a bad feeling about it…”

Jordan clenched his jaw. He had a feeling this wasn’t over yet.

As Evan walked away, he kept his phone tilted slightly, making sure no one saw his fingers swipe across the screen. Instead of deleting the picture, he quickly moved it into a private folder before pretending to erase it. He smirked to himself—this was too good to just let go.

Back at the table, Jordan was still watching him carefully. Something about Evan’s sudden change of heart didn’t sit right. Jake and Alex seemed to feel the same, both of them casting suspicious glances toward their former classmate.

Tyler, still shaken, had buried his face in Mrs. Faulkner’s shoulder as she carried him off to get cleaned up. His small whimpers tugged at Jordan’s heart. “I should’ve just grabbed his phone,” Jordan muttered under his breath.

Miss Harper sighed. “I don’t blame you for feeling that way, but you handled it the best you could. Let’s just hope Evan really let it go.”

Jake scoffed. “Yeah, right. That guy used to pull pranks on everyone. Do you really think he’s just gonna drop this?”

Alex frowned. “I don’t know… but I don’t like it.”

Jordan clenched his fists under the table. If Evan still had that picture, there was no telling what he’d do with it. He needed to figure out a way to get ahead of this before it spiraled into something worse.

Tyler returned a few minutes later, now calm but clearly still shaken. He climbed into Jordan’s lap, pressing close. “I don’t wanna go back to school…” he whispered.

Jordan hugged him tightly. “We’ll figure it out, Ty. You’re not alone in this.”

But even as he reassured Tyler, his mind was already racing. He needed a plan. Because something told him Evan wasn’t done with them yet.

As Evan sat at his own table, he grinned to himself, selecting a few of his closest friends to send the picture to. His fingers moved quickly over the screen, but in his haste, he didn’t notice the small mistake—he had accidentally selected all contacts instead of just a few.

With one final tap, the message was sent.

Across the restaurant, Jordan’s phone vibrated. He glanced down, expecting a random notification, but when he saw Evan’s name, his blood ran cold. Opening the message, his stomach dropped as he saw the picture—the one Evan had sworn he deleted—now sitting in his inbox.

“What the hell?” Jordan muttered, his grip tightening around his phone.

Jake, noticing his reaction, leaned over. “What is it?”

Jordan turned the screen toward them. “Evan just sent the picture… to me.”

Alex’s eyes widened. “Wait, does that mean—”

A sudden chorus of notifications began to ring from their table. Mrs. Faulkner and Miss Harper exchanged confused glances as Jake, Alex, and Mrs faulkners own phones buzzed.

And then… a horrified gasp from a few tables away. (Evans table)

“Dude, did Evan just send this to everyone?” someone muttered.

Across the room, Evan’s face had gone pale as he frantically tapped at his phone, realizing his mistake. He had sent it to everyone in his contacts.

Teachers. Friends. Family. Coaches. Even… Jordan, Jake, Alex, and Tyler.

“Oh… crap,” Evan whispered, panic setting in as he realized what he had just done.

Miss Harper sighed, rubbing her temples before looking at Jordan with a sharp, knowing gaze. "Okay, Jordan," she said, voice steady. "Go kick his ass."

Jordan didn’t need to be told twice. He stood up so fast his chair scraped against the floor. The restaurant went quiet as he marched over to Evan’s table, fists clenched, jaw tight.

Evan barely had time to look up before Jordan yanked the phone out of his hands. “You think this is funny?” Jordan hissed, his voice low but laced with anger.

“Dude, I—” Evan started, but Jordan wasn’t having it.

"You swore you deleted it," Jordan growled, scrolling through Evan’s messages. His eyes locked on the sent to all contacts notification. "You sent this to everyone, Evan. Everyone!"

Evan swallowed hard. “It was an accident—”

Jordan slammed the phone down on the table, making Evan flinch. "You just humiliated my friends who i treat as brothers. You scared the hell out of Tyler." He gestured toward their table, where Tyler was curled up against Mrs. Faulkner, shaking. "You think this is some kind of joke?"

Evan looked around, realizing that half the restaurant was now watching. "I—I'll delete it," he stammered.

"Too late," Jordan snapped. "It’s already out there. You can’t just undo that."

Jake and Alex had joined Jordan now, standing at his sides, their faces just as furious. “You’re a real piece of work, man,” Jake spat.

Evan looked down, shame creeping onto his face. “I—I didn’t mean—”

“You did,” Alex interrupted. “You just thought you wouldn’t get caught.”

Jordan exhaled sharply, his anger barely contained. “If Tyler gets bullied because of this… if any of us do… you’re gonna regret it, Evan.”

Miss Harper and Mrs. Faulkner was still at the table, watching the scene unfold. Miss Harper smirked and muttered, “That’s my boy.”

Evan swallowed hard, looking anywhere but at Jordan. “I’ll—I'll fix it. I swear.”

Jordan glared at him one last time before turning away. “Yeah. You’d better.”

Evan says, "i can say I used Photoshop to make a fake."

Jordan narrowed his eyes at Evan, arms crossed. "Photoshop? You really think people are just gonna believe that?"

Evan nodded quickly. "Yeah! I mean, come on, people edit pictures all the time. I can just say I thought it’d be funny, like a dumb prank or something."

Jake and Alex exchanged a look, unsure if that would actually work. Tyler, still snuggled against Mrs. Faulkner, peeked up at Jordan with worried eyes. "I-I don’t want people to laugh at me..."

Jordan clenched his fists, taking a deep breath before looking back at Evan. "And if that doesn’t work?"

Evan swallowed hard. "Then... then you can do whatever you want to me. I swear."

Evan nodded quickly. "Yeah. If this blows up and you guys get bullied or whatever, I won’t fight back. I’ll let you get even however you want."

Jordan raised an eyebrow. "Whatever I want?"

Miss Harper smirked from the table. "That’s a bold promise, kid."

Jordan stared at Evan for a long moment, then finally exhaled. "Fine. You spread the Photoshop story now. And if we hear so much as one person making fun of us because of this—" He jabbed a finger at Evan’s chest. "You’re gonna wish you never took that picture."

Evan nodded furiously. "Okay! I’ll fix this, I promise." He grabbed his phone and immediately started typing, sending out messages to cover his tracks.

Jordan watched for a moment before turning back to the others. "C’mon, let’s finish eating."

Jake, Alex, and Tyler followed, though Tyler still looked uneasy. Jordan put an arm around him, squeezing his shoulder. "It’s gonna be okay, squirt. Trust me."

Tyler nodded slowly, but deep down, he couldn’t shake the worry.

Evan's face turned pale as he stared at his phone screen, his finger tapping frantically at the "resend" button. No matter what he did, the same error message popped up:

"Message failed to send. Out of data."

He muttered a curse under his breath, his leg bouncing anxiously under the table. The massive photo blast had completely drained his data, leaving him stuck with no way to undo the damage. His hands shook as he tried turning his phone off and back on, hoping it would somehow fix itself.

Jake nudged Jordan, nodding toward Evan’s panicked expression. "Look at him. He’s totally freaking out."

Jordan smirked, leaning back in his chair. "Karma’s a beautiful thing."

Miss Harper chuckled. "Looks like his plan just backfired on him big time."

Tyler, still snuggled up against Jordan, watched nervously. "Does dis mean he can't lie to everybody now?"

Jordan ruffled his hair. "For now, yeah. Without data, he’s got no way to control the story."

Evan groaned, running a hand through his hair. "Oh, come on, seriously?!" He aggressively tapped at his screen again, but the message refused to go through. He looked up, meeting Jordan’s eyes, realizing that he was completely at his mercy now.

Mrs. Faulkner took a sip of her drink. "Well, Evan, looks like you’re out of options."

Evan swallowed hard. "Okay... so, uh, what now?"

Jordan cracked his knuckles. "Now? Now we have a little chat about consequences."

Jordan says i aught to kick your ass but instead I got a better way to teach you a lesson he pulls out a diaper and tosses it to evan.

Evan caught the diaper in midair, his face twisting in shock and horror. “W-What the hell, dude?! What am I supposed to do with this?”

Jordan leaned forward, resting his elbows on the table with a smirk. “You wanted to humiliate us, right? Well, let’s see how you like it. You wear that for the rest of the day, and maybe—just maybe—I’ll consider letting this slide.”

Evan scoffed, looking around as if someone might step in to save him. “You’re kidding, right? There’s no way I’m putting this on.”

Miss Harper chuckled. “Oh, I don’t know, Evan. Seems like a fair trade. You wanted to blast that picture to the whole school—looks like karma had other plans.”

Jake crossed his arms. “Besides, you said if your fake Photoshop excuse didn’t work, you’d let us do whatever we wanted to you. That was your deal, right?”

Evan’s face burned red as he realized how trapped he was. He glanced down at the diaper in his hands, then at Jordan, who was still smirking confidently. His throat went dry.

Tyler, still clinging to Jordan, whispered, “You don’t gotta do it, Jordy. We aweady won.”

Jordan placed a hand on Tyler’s shoulder, nodding. “I know, squirt. But I think Evan needs to learn what it feels like to be on the other side of the joke.”

Evan clenched his jaw, gripping the diaper tightly. He knew he had no way out of this. With a deep breath, he muttered, “Fine. But if I do this, you swear you won’t mess with me again?”

Jordan grinned. “Deal. Now hurry up—we ain’t got all day.”

Jordan then says oh yeah you also got to use it pee and poop record yourself doing so and text blast it when you get data like you did to the boys.

Evan's face turned ghostly pale. "No way. That’s crossing a line, man!" he stammered, gripping the diaper with trembling hands.

Jordan leaned in closer, his voice calm but firm. "Oh, but it was totally fine when you were about to humiliate us? You didn’t think twice about sending that picture to everyone. So, if you really want to make things right, you gotta own up to what you did."

Jake smirked. "Yeah, fair is fair, Evan. If you were willing to do it to us, you should be willing to do it to yourself."

Evan swallowed hard, looking around at the crowded McDonald's, the weight of what they were asking hitting him all at once. His palms grew sweaty as he clutched his phone, still stuck without data.

Miss Harper crossed her arms. "You better think fast, kid. You either follow through, or I call the school and let them know exactly what you tried to pull today."

Evan’s hands shook. He was stuck. Completely trapped. His reputation was on the line, and no matter what choice he made, he knew things would never be the same again.

Evan's face was burning red as he looked between the diaper in his hand and the expectant stares of Jordan, Jake, Alex, Tyler, Miss Harper, and Mrs. Faulkner. He opened his mouth to argue but quickly realized there was no way out of this.

Jordan crossed his arms. "Come on, Evan. You wanted to put us on blast, right? So now, it's your turn. Say your little ‘Photoshop’ excuse, then prove you’re serious about making things right."

Evan swallowed hard. "I... I can't do that, man. That’s too far!"

Jordan shrugged. "Then I guess we’ll have to handle this another way. Maybe a trip to the principal? Or better yet, your parents?"

Evan's heart pounded. His parents would kill him if they found out he was cyberbullying classmates. His only option now was damage control.

Jake and Alex exchanged glances, trying not to laugh at how flustered Evan was. Tyler, still clinging to Jordan, whispered, "He’s gonna do it?"

Jordan smirked. "Looks like it."

Evan took a deep breath, knowing that once he hit record, there was no turning back.

Evan swallowed hard, looking around the restaurant nervously. "You’re really gonna make me do this?"

Jordan smirked. "You didn’t think twice about putting us on blast. This is just fair." He nodded toward the restroom. "Come on. I’ll even record it for proof. No backing out."

Evan sighed, his shoulders slumping in defeat. He glanced at his phone, still out of data, then at the diaper in his hands. With no way out, he slowly stood up. "Fine," he muttered.

Jordan motioned for him to follow. "Let’s go then."

Jake, Alex, and Tyler watched wide-eyed as the two walked toward the bathrooms, while Miss Harper leaned back in her seat, smirking. "Jordan’s got this handled."

Mrs. Faulkner, ever the voice of reason, sighed. "I just hope this doesn’t get out of hand."

Inside the restroom, Evan looked at the diaper in his hands, then at Jordan, who held up his phone, ready to record. "Well?" Jordan asked.

Evan groaned. "This is so messed up…"

Jordan shrugged. "So was what you did."

With a deep breath, Evan braced himself for the most humiliating moment of his life.

Evan took of his clothes and put on the diaper he said alright.

Jordan kept the camera steady, making sure to get every humiliating moment on film. Evan stood there in just the diaper, already looking like he wanted to disappear.

“Alright, Evan,” Jordan said, smirking. “Say exactly what we talked about.”

Evan took a deep breath and looked into the camera. “I… I faked the photo I sent with Photoshop. It wasn’t real,” he admitted, his voice shaky. “But what I’m about to do here is not fake.”

Jordan zoomed in slightly, making sure the details would be clear. “Go on.”

Evan’s hands balled into fists at his sides as he let out a sharp breath. A faint hissing sound filled the bathroom, and within seconds, the front of his diaper darkened, swelling slightly as the warm liquid spread. His face twisted in pure mortification as he looked down, watching it happen.

Jordan chuckled. “Not bad. But we’re not done yet.”

Evan swallowed hard, shifting uncomfortably as the damp padding sagged. His hands trembled slightly as he clenched them again, preparing for the next part.

“Come on, speed it up,” Jordan urged, motioning for him to get on with it.

Evan’s face scrunched up in concentration. He bent his knees slightly, letting out a quiet grunt. His stomach tensed as he pushed. A low, muffled crinkle sounded from the diaper as the back of it slowly expanded outward, sagging even more than before. The smell hit immediately, making Evan gag.

Jordan leaned in, making sure to capture the whole thing. “Nice touch,” he teased. “Now, remember what we agreed on.”

Evan, humiliated beyond belief, took another deep breath. “I… I did what I was told. I used the diaper like a baby.” His voice wavered, barely above a whisper.

Jordan stopped the recording and grinned. “Perfect. Now, what was the other part of the deal?”

Evan started to reach for the waistband of the diaper, desperate to take it off, but Jordan held up a hand. “Nope. You wear it for the rest of the day. Oh, and no clothes either. Just like you planned for the guys—now it’s your turn.”

Evan’s eyes widened. “Dude, come on. I can’t go out there like this!”

Jordan opened the bathroom door with a smirk. “You can. And you will.”

Evan’s whole body tensed as he stepped forward, the messy diaper forcing him into an awkward, waddling gait. The moment they emerged, all eyes snapped to him.

Gasps, chuckles, and whispers filled the restaurant. A few people even pulled out their phones, snapping pictures or recording video.

Miss Harper let out a low whistle. “Now that’s karma.”

Mrs. Faulkner sighed. “I truly hope you’ve learned your lesson, Evan.”

Evan’s face was crimson as he stood there, humiliated beyond belief. Jordan clapped him on the back. “Now, when you get your data back, you send that video out just like you did the picture. Agreed?”

Evan gulped and nodded weakly. “Yeah… I swear.”

Jordan grinned. “Good. Then we’re all good here.”

Tyler giggled, sucking his thumb. “He got what he desewved.”

Jake and Alex exchanged glances before grinning. Justice had been served.

Evan pulled on Jordan's shirt as said come on man I'll wear a clean one all day let me change.

Jordan sighed, rolling his eyes at Evan’s desperate plea. “Fine,” he said. “But you’re not changing yourself.”

Evan groaned but nodded, knowing he had no other choice. Jordan led him back into the bathroom, locking the door behind them. “Lie down,” he ordered, pulling out a fresh diaper from the bag.

Evan hesitated, his face burning with shame, but he complied, lowering himself onto the cool tile floor. Jordan wrinkled his nose as he peeled away the used diaper, quickly rolling it up and tossing it aside. “Man, you really did a number on this thing,” he muttered.

Evan groaned, covering his face with his hands. “Can we not talk about it?”

Jordan chuckled but didn’t argue. He grabbed some wipes and cleaned Evan up as fast as possible, making sure he was completely fresh before sliding the new diaper under him. “Alright, lift up,” Jordan instructed, and Evan obeyed, letting Jordan tape the diaper snugly around his waist.

“There. Fresh and clean,” Jordan said, giving the front of the diaper a playful pat. Evan flinched, his humiliation still very present.

“Now get out there,” Jordan added, standing up and pulling Evan with him.

Evan hesitated. “Can I at least have my shirt?”

Jordan smirked. “Nope. Diaper only. Now move it.”

With a defeated sigh, Evan trudged out of the bathroom, his fresh diaper crinkling loudly with every step. As soon as he stepped into the main area of the restaurant, all eyes turned to him again. Some people laughed, others whispered, and a few were already recording.

Miss Harper smirked. “Looking fresh, Evan.”

Tyler giggled and clapped. “Now he wooks wike us!”

Evan scowled but didn’t argue. He had no choice but to endure the same humiliation he had planned for the others. Jordan leaned in and whispered, “Lesson learned?”

Evan gulped and nodded. “Lesson learned.”

Evan’s phone vibrated in his hand, and a bubble popped up on the screen. His eyes widened in horror as he read the message:

Mom: “Saw you were out, so I splurged for the month—unlimited this time! Love you!”

Jordan noticed Evan’s face go pale and smirked. “Well, well… looks like you got your data back.”

Evan frantically swiped through his phone, realizing with dread that his mass text, including the video Jordan had forced him to record, was now queued up and ready to send.

“No, no, no!” he muttered, his fingers trembling as he tried to stop the message. But it was too late. The message sent, the loading bar processing for just a second before the checkmarks appeared—delivered to all contacts.

The restaurant went silent as Evan’s phone buzzed repeatedly with incoming responses. His face burned red as he read the reactions.

Dad: “Evan. We need to talk.”

Best Friend Mike: “Dude. What the hell?!”

Football Coach: “Is this some kind of joke, Evans?!”

Evan let out a strangled noise of despair and turned to Jordan. “You ruined my life…” he whispered.

Jordan crossed his arms. “Nah, man. You did that to yourself.”

Tyler giggled behind his pacifier. “He pooped hissewf!”

Miss Harper smirked. “Well, I’d say that’s justice served.”

Evan groaned, burying his face in his hands as more messages flooded in. There was no escaping this now.

Evan’s phone buzzed again, and he hesitantly glanced at the screen.

Dad: “I got the picture too. Get your ass home NOW. We talked about cyberbullying.”

His stomach dropped. He knew his dad wasn’t the type to take something like this lightly. He had warned Evan before about pulling stupid pranks online, but this? This was beyond anything he had done before.

Evan looked up at Jordan, eyes pleading. “Dude… please. My dad’s gonna kill me.”

Jordan raised an eyebrow. “Maybe you should’ve thought of that before trying to humiliate us.”

Evan swallowed hard, his whole body tense. He looked around at the group—Mrs. Faulkner’s stern glare, Miss Harper’s smug smirk, Tyler sucking on his pacifier with a victorious look in his eyes, and Jake and Alex standing there, arms crossed.

With a sigh, Evan grabbed his phone and slowly typed a response.

Evan: “On my way.”

He looked at Jordan one last time. “Guess you win.”

Jordan smirked. “Wasn’t a game, dude. It was a lesson.”

Evan trying to hide his face with his hand as he shuffled toward the door, his diaper crinkling with every step. The second he stepped outside, the group erupted into laughter.

Miss Harper shook her head. “That was too good.”

Jake grinned. “I don’t think he’ll be messing with us again.”

Tyler giggled, leaning against Jordan. “Dats what he gets.”

Jordan ruffled Tyler’s hair. “That’s right, squirt. Now, let’s finish our food. We’ve got a good story to tell later.”