New teacher alert! [Closed boi]

  Dylan entered the teachers lounge with a smile. His first day as a teacher on Westwood! He was very excited. He had already talked with the principal, because duh. He knew he had two other colleagues though. Nick de Jong and Emelie Kommer, if he remembered correctly. Not much, but there weren't much students.  
  Dylan looked around him. In his time on Westwood he had been in the teachers lounge three times. Some things had changed though. It gave him a kick to be a teacher now, to have all the rights students don't. Not because he was mean or something, just because he always wanted that when he was a young boy.
  He walked towards the coffee machine, pouring some for himself. He sat down at the table and sighed satisfied, forcing himself to calm down from all the excitement in his body.

  He was sipping from his coffee when someone bumped into the glass door from outside the room. He focused his attention to the other guy, wondering who it was.
  'Hey,' the guy said when he opened the door. 'I am one hundred procent sure that you aren't aloud to be here sir, this is for teachers only you know,' he said. Dylan noticed his almost Canadian accent.
  Interesting..
  'So.. How about you leave now and go find Friedrich or something. I mean what's the point of being a teacher if you don't have privileges,' he mumbled as he sat down on a couch.
  Dylan smiled. 'I assume you are Nick de Jong? Another teacher here, right?' Dylan stood up and walked up at him, stretching out his arm to shake his hand. 'I am Dylan Collins, the new teacher here. I teach social science.'

  The other guy started laughing. 'Oh my god you teach social sciences.. Oh god,' he said as he continued laughing.
  Dylan smiled and nodded.
  'Oh mijn god sorry it's just... Social sciences oh god... Boring.. Anyways yeah I am Nick, I teach pe, math, science, chemistry, biology and maths here and am the mentor of class 3a... Aka the special needs class.. Basically,' Nick said.
  Dylan wondered why he called his class the special needs class. There must be a reason for it.
  I will find out soon enough, I think..
  'So you're from Canada right? Awesome.. Which part?' Nick asked as he stood up and shook his hand.
  'Well, I grew up around Edmonton,' Dylan answered. 'Are you a Canadian too?'

  'Well I am 25% Canadian really but I lived their for a big part of my life... But my nationality is Dutch really.. And I am proud to be 50% Dutch but yeah... Boii do you like ice hockey, I live ice hockey, I play it you know, which team do you fancy please say Toronto maple leafs, please say Toronta maple leafs please say Toronto maple leafs,' he basically begged, his eyes were close and he tapped on the floor extremely fast.
  Must be his mutation...
  Dylan laughed. 'Well, I'm not that into sport so eh... Sure? And Dutch huh? I've been there once, really nice country.'

  Nick smiled even brighter. 'Goood and yeah it really is a great country! Like yeahhhh I love it there absolutely. Oh by the way goodluck with 3a.. You will need it... Your a nice guy which means a almost certain death with these kids.. So... Goodluck...'
  Dylan raised a brow. 'That bad?' he laughed. 'You teach, like... five different subjects and you still live, right? But thank you.'

  'Well I am deaf thanks to them... Nah just kidding I was pushed of those big stairs and well you know.. Fell.. Anyways I am still alive cause I am not nice I am awesome, I play the game amazingly.. Nice guys well... I am not kidding as Friedrich or Ronan these kids give them fucking depression or something,' he laughed.
  Dylan laughed too but he was kinda freaked out now.
  'I think most of them are awesome though... I mean it's my class so well you know... Plus we only have two classes so there aren't that many options you know,' he laughed.
 Dylan nodded. 'Yeah, I guess I'll see huh?' he laughed, a bit nervous now. He wasn't the bravest man alive and he was easily scared. But he was a teacher, so what did you expect. He kinda had the idea that Nick was exaggerating though. He smelled like weed and alcohol too.
  Weird school this...

  'True true... Just watch out alright,' Nick said as he took a sip of this drink. Dylan thought to smell alcohol... It reminded him of his coffee though, and took a sip aswell.
  'Just watch out for, Sophie Smith, Kate West, Jessica Anderson... Hannes Müller, Joli Favre urhh basically everyone really like that class is just mentally not right or something so we.. Normal guys have to deal with that.'
  Dylan nodded that he understood.
  'Oh by the wayyy. Don't listen to what Friedrich has said about me, we are great friends and I not the worst.. Just letting you know.'
  'Alright,' responded Dylan, taking another sip of his coffee.
  'So... What is your mutation? At least, I assume you have a mutation, otherwise you wouldn't be teaching here, right?'

  Nick smirked. 'I run... Fast... And do things.. Fast,' he said full of pride. 'What about you?'
  'Nice! I'm a shapeshifter,' answered Dylan. He didn't say it with it with pride, he wans't really fond of it. But it was nice, in a way. He never really used it.