****( dylan )

He sights as he walked through the hallways, the football with wich he played this morning still under his arm as he was on his way to detention in his backbag nothing more than a few painkillers and a bottle of water. two and a half weeks isolation, no football and a month detention..what a christmas suprise. He opened the door and stepped inside laying the football down and walked up to his dest and grabbed a painkiller cause he would most certainly die without. He washed it down with water and put his bag down on the ground and leaned against the window as he stared outside

  Dylan was working on something when the door opened. He looked up and saw Hannes. He laid down a football and walked up to his desk, grabbing a painkiller. The teacher smiled softly as he looked at Hannes, who was leaning against the window, staring outside. 'Hello, Hannes,' Dylan greeted him warm. 'How are your wounds doing?'

  'They still heard like hell no matter how many painkillers I take, I mean I can't eat without feeling every bone in my face break,' Hannes said calmly, keeping his eyes fixed outside.
  'I'm sorry, Hannes... Can I do something for you?' Dylan asked.

  'Well... You could let me go or expell Kate,' Hannes tried.
  The teacher sighed. 'You know I can't do that... Something else?' he asked hopeful.

  Hannes shrugged. 'Everything sucks sir, except dogs and football then... And beer... And a few other thing but yeah... I don't know,' he mumbled.
  Dylan looked at him sadly. He then looked at the football. 'If you want, you can practise football... If you do it safely, of course,' Dylan suggested, not knowing if it was a good idea or not.

  'Holy shit,' Hannes said with a small smile on his face as he stood up and grabbed the ball.
  Dylan smiled too and watched how Hannes held up the ball. He then turned back to his work. He was happy he could make detention fun for Hannes, even if he needed punishment.

He looked at the ball, happy to be able to kick at least something in this boring as fuck detention, where he was thanks to kate, cause it was all kate's fault everything about this was her fault absolutely her fault, well if he wasn't in this school he could have never have been here, then nothing of this would have happened in the first place! Did he even sign up for this in the first place? no he didn't, he just woke up here one day, finding out his mom had basically given him away, not caring about his opinion at all, sending him to a place she didn't know anyone and where he didn't know anyone, right when he began to settle at home, his heart began to pount as he watched the ball go up and down faster and faster. He just woke up here one day , he still remember how scared he was the first few minutes of his time here only to find out that the stranger in front of him was his half brother who had ignored him for forever was now his legal guardian instead of his own family back home. He felt how his temprature rose and his breath got heavier and before he knew it he kicked the ball through the window...

  Dylan was just minding his own business, looking at Hannes from time to time. But excactly when he didn't pay attention, he missed how angry Hannes got and suddenly the ball was kicked through the window. Dylan was startled and looked up in shock. He saw the broken window and bit his lip.
  'Oh no...' He got up and walked to the window, looking at the damage. He turned to Hannes. 'Eh...' Yeah, he had no idea what to do or say in this moment.

'Oh no...' He got up and walked to the window, looking at the damage. He turned to Hannes. 'Eh...' . Hannes just stared at it for about 4 minutes before finally opening his mouth again " Well if i wasn't dead already.." he mumbled as he looked away

  'Well if I wasn't dead already...' Hannes mumbled after some time.
  Dylan walked up to him. 'Hey, it's going to be okay. This could happen anybody! After all it was my fault, because I allowed you to play football in the classroom...' Oh boi, he was so fucking scared for Friedrich right now.