Frick ( dylan)

  'Only if you don't give us homework this week sir,' Abel said calmly.
  'But... But I don't give the homework, it's to you if you have homework or not,' he said, trying to get at least some power back because he knew this wasn't going to work. Yes, he was afraid of Fried, but he knew as a teacher that he needed at least some control.

  Abel leaned back in his chair. 'Then scratch that and let us go?'
  'What? Now?' Dylan asked. 'N-no, I can't do that,' he said, shaking his head. 'No, you have to sit here and uh... Do at least something on your work,' he said while nodding as he sat down on his desk, getting some more colour in his face as more oxygen to think clearly. He saw what Abel was doing. He maybe was a softy, but he wasn't dumb. He didn't know if the social anxiety Abel claimed to have was real, but he would investigate that cause later. 'I will speak later with you, Abel,' he said as he looked at the kid for a moment.

  'K,' Abel said as he leaned back in his chair, arms crossed.
  Dylan saw he didn't do much on his work, or nothing, but he decided to let it go for now. Too much happened for him to start an argument or something. So he sighed and turned back to his comic book, trying to relax so that he finally could change back to his normal self.
 
  Then the bell rang. He jumped up a little but relaxed soon enough when he saw where he was. He had been too caught up in his comic, but it was worth it. He looked at Abel, making sure he stayed behind. As the other three kids left, he stood up and walked over to him. 'So ehm... You have social anxiety?' he asked.

  Abel nodded. 'Absolutely sir,' he said crossing his arms once more. 'With no doubt.'
  Dylan raised a brow and sat on the desk across of Abel. 'Are you sure? It doesn't really look like you have social anxiety to me,' he shrugged. 'I mean, no offense, but I didn't expect this.'

  Abel raised his eyebrows. 'Didn't expect? What do you mean with expect hm?' he said crossing his arms.
  Dylan shrugged awkwardly. 'Well, you know, you're not the type of guy I would think to have social anxiety, you know. At least, it happens, of course, but from the things I've seen you do and stuff... Well, I just... Didn't know.'

  'Oh my god sir, you're really questioning my pretty damn serious mental issue oh my god, and you're the health counsiler and stuff for Christ sake,' Abel said rolling his eyes.
  'Hey, I just didn't expect it, okay. You don't act like you have social anxiety so I was just wondering...' he defended himself. 'But... If you really have social anxiety I can't let that go unseen, of course. I do need prove of it though, to take measures. I will talk with your dad about it and from there on I will see what I can do, okay?'

  'Alright alright, it was a lie sir,' Abel admitted.
  Dylan raised his brows.
  'But I only did it out of,' he paused for a moment, 'peer pressure sir, I did it out of peer pressure,' he said.
  Dylan sighed. 'I don't like this, Abel,' he said. 'I mean, I get played a lot as a teacher here, I know that, and it's good of you to say your social anxiety is a lie, but... Peer pressure? You know I have my doubts know? This time I have to make sure what you're saying is true, otherwise I can't take you seriously,' he said. He hated to say it, but it was true.

  Abel leaned back and laughed a bit. 'Well,' he said as he looked around him. 'Wait you get played a lot?' he said surprised. 'Why sir?'
  Dylan chuckled a bit. 'Well, I guess you know since you've basically done it yourself,' he said shrugging.