An early morning (open)

The dutchman narrowed his greenish blue eyes as he looked at the students around him. He still remembered how he used to walk here as a student, all those years ago...alright 7 years ago. The reason why he came back? mostly because he got fired at his old job, aparently as a journalist, you're stories have to be true????. The man sighed, it was his third day here, as a teacher, and it went pretty good so far. He grabbed his bottle of "water" and took a big sip, really needing to wake up as he felt how it burned in his throat, he shook his head extremely fast, immidiately waking up. He wasn't really the coffee guy..no..he prefered the fine taste of gin in the morning. He walked through the hallways, one of his hands in his pocket, the other holding his bottle of "water". He coughed as he almost choked on it, but managed to survive his near death experience...

Friedrich rushed through the hallway, almost late for his appointment with the principle about his class. He sighed as he looked at his watch, not watching where he went. Students were everywhere, but ofcourse he walked into a teacher. And ofcourse it was Nick de Jong. They had been in the same class when they arrived at Westwood. Nick had the power of superspeed, which he had used many times to get away with things. Nick just choked on his water (though, water? It didn't smell like water), when Fried walked into him. He dropped literally everything he had in his hands.'Shit, sorry dude.' He bend over to pick them up, nearly falling in the process.

Suddenly someone bumped into him, he was shook as he dropped his precious bottle of "water" over the guy who was now almost falling. He immediatly noticed it was friedrich, mijn god he was so skinny..still. He smirked as he pushed friedrich on the ground and laughed "That's what you get for making me drop my gi- i mean water! friedsnitch!" friedsnitch..his old nick-name for friedrich. He looked at his water bottle, now empty and wanted to cry

Nick pushed him on the ground, ofcourse. He rolled on his back and glared at the guy. He smelled gin around him. Fuck. He had to stay calm, breathe in, breathe out. "That's what you get for making me drop my gi- i mean water! friedsnitch!" Friedrich narrowed his eyes. 'Why were you drinking gin in the first place? Don't lie to me Nicholas, I know it was gin.' He stood up, his suit completely wet with the alcoholic drink. 'Seriously dude, you work with children here.' Friedrich had to try his best to not throw up or completely panic, this reminded him of his dad so much... The endless scoldings, the beer dripping from the hair, he usually couldn't get the stench out of his clothes for weeks. 'I get why you were fired from your last job in the first place.'

. 'Why were you drinking gin in the first place? Don't lie to me Nicholas, I know it was gin.' he was too busy laughing to really reply but noted the fact that he said nicholas . 'Seriously dude, you work with children here.' he smirked 'I get why you were fired from your last job in the first place.'. The dutchman rolled his eyes as he crossed his arms "First of all my name is nick or mister de jong, second of all i wasn't fire because of drugs or alcahol i was fired because apperently your stories as a journalist need to be ..true?" nick frowned for a moment "So i became a teacher, like...ew..you" he grabbed his lighter "wouldn't it be funny to see the chemical reaction of heat and alcahol?"

The guy in front of him rolled his eyes and crossed his arms. Friedrich was slightly intimidated by this, Nick was much taller and stronger. "First of all my name is nick or mister de jong, second of all i wasn't fire because of drugs or alcahol i was fired because apperently your stories as a journalist need to be ..true? He frowned. Friedrich wanted to run, now. But he knew that Nick would be much faster and would definitely kick his ass, again. "So i became a teacher, like...ew..you" Friedrich frowned. Nick, who was probably high right now, grabbed his lighter. The Austrian flinched and took a step back. He remembered this. "wouldn't it be funny to see the chemical reaction of heat and alcahol?" Friedrich's eyes looked at the floor. Was it stone? It used to be a carpet. Huh, weird. He couldn't look Nick in the eye. He quickly mumbled something and tried to walk away, as fast as he could with shaking legs.

nick was like..where the fuck are you going? and followed him "You know, i can easily kep up with you huh, fried-E-rich he said his arms still crosed as he walked after him, staying bihind the austrian "but seriously, that class of yours is weird, a fucking luxembourger, a frenchh girl and a fucking nazi, whaT'S next a dumb american?. He frowned "ew"

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