well this sucks ( dylan Collins)

  'I can try,' the boys said as he stood up, his hands on the wall behind him as he leaned against it. 'Yeah I can stand.'
  Dylan nodded satisfied. He stepped closer to the boy, his hands ready for if he would fall down.
  'Well this is going to be fun as hell,' Hannes said.
  'Don't hurry, it's okay if you need a pause. Just say it,' Dylan said, starting to walk towards the door.

  He kept a close eye on Hannes, ready to catch him if needed. Eventually they arrived at the door.
  'Well that went... Well,' Hannes said with a small smile on his face.
  Dylan smiled back, opening the door. 'Yeah, now to your dorm.' He realized that may have sounded negative and he bit his lip. 'I mean, you can do it, of course.' He walked first through the door, keeping it open for Hannes.

  'Sir,' the boy mumbled under his heavy breath. 'How long would I have had detention today?' he asked.
  Dylan thought for a second. 'Eh, four hours,' he answered.

  Hannes smirked. 'Neat. Seems like I am dying at the right the moment,' he laughed.
  Dylan looked at him, not understanding what he meant. 'What do you mean?' he asked. He was happy it wasn't busy here at the moment. This way Hannes could walk to his dorm without questions and obstacles from others.

  'Well,' he started mumbling. 'I feel like dying. Can barely walk you know but ey if it's meant to be it's meant to be.'
  The teacher was silent. He didn't thought that way. He didn't believe that everything happened for a reason or that everything was meant to be. He thought you could change everything with the choices you made in life, and that life just goes with the flow. You are living your life, not the other way around.
  'Do you believe that? That everything is mean to be and happens for a reason?' Dylan asked, genuinely interested in his answer. He liked to know what other people thought about things.

  Hannes looked up and shrugged. 'I... I don't know man, all I believe that in the end people get what they deserve,' he mumbled.
  Dylan nodded, satisfied with that answer. Some people didn't know what they believed. They don't think about it or they don't care about it. For example, Jodie didn't believe strongly into anything. She was an open mind, something Dylan loved about her. He blushed a little when he thought about her. Just a second he thought how stupid he may look, a grown up man blushing because he thinks about his girlfriend. But that thought dissapeard fast. He wasn't ashamed of it, he thought love was a wonderful thing.

  They walked further in silence. Once arrived at his dorm, Hannes opened the door and walked in.
  Dylan followed him and saw him laying on the couch.
  'Mein gott this is the worst,' the boy mumbled.
  Dylan kneeled down next to him. 'Hannes, you need to lay in bed,' he said, sounding strict. He didn't always use that tone of voice, but it was important Hannes would be in bed instead of the couch. 'Come on,' Dylan said, standing up, nudging his arm.

  'Oh mein gott your still here ever heard about having a chill?' he mumbled as he sat up.
  Dylan sighed. 'I know it's hard, but just ten minutes max and then I'll leave you alone, okay?' Dylan said.