Re-Investigation: Because You're Young
Dylan Evans (2)

"Today ..."

"Yes, Miss Layla? What's up with today?"

The disciples asked the teacher Layla who was standing in front of them. They were confused as to why Ms. Layla stopped her speech but instead cried.

"Today ..."

Among the thirty-seven disciples, there was one disciple who stood up after hitting the table. Maybe he's upset with Layla's behavior.

"Hurry up and say what you want to say! You're a teacher, but you make me sick. You are too long-winded and too slow to talk! You're wasting my study time!"

It was a very rude word from him. The male disciple had said something bad to his teacher. He was very angry at what his teacher was doing.

"Take care of what you say, Sakuya! You can't demonize your teacher, you know."

A schoolgirl, who had black hair up to her waiter and left her forehead visible, suddenly stood up and scolded Sakuya who was scolding Layla. He defends Layla probably because Layla is their homeroom teacher.

"Huh?" Sakuya looked like she had not expected that there would be someone defending Layla. He shook his head several times and looked towards the student. "Are you crazy, Chika? Don't you remember the incident five months ago? He has left us. He left us and thought we needed him most. He even let his position be filled by Mr. Fadh. He has caused me to be punished for what he did. Because he's the-"

"Shut up! Your fault. You're the one who got yourself punished by Mr. Fadh. You can't blame him just because he was replaced by Mr. Fadh."

The student named Chika continues to defend Layla. Naturally, the disciple named Sakuya, who had messy black hair, had a handsome face, and had an ideal height and body, received no defense from him. Even if Chika has a very beautiful face, beautiful hair and eyes, and looks most prominent in the classroom and school, Sakuya still does not accept her defense. As a teenager often does, he just wants to win his own opinion.

The atmosphere inside looked very chaotic. I can only see them from behind this window. Ms. Layla looked like she could only drip and wipe her tears. It was their first meeting after summer break, but it ended up being like this. I don't know what happened to them, this kind of atmosphere shouldn't happen. I can't let them argue when their teacher is sad.

I decided to enter, sliding the door slowly.

"You can't ..."

The atmosphere suddenly became quiet as I entered. Even so, I still walked over to Layla and glanced at them a few times.

Arriving in front of them and beside Layla, I saw them one by one. There were thirty-seven students in this class, grades 2-2, and Bu Layla as their homeroom teacher. There were two disciples standing and staring at each other. The two of them were the ones fighting earlier, clamoring until their voices sounded in the hallway. And there, the table that was in the middle of their left side; the direction I entered, seemed to be deliberately left empty. Also, there was another empty table that was in the fourth row on my right side and the first row on my left side. There are three empty tables in this class. I suspect one of the tables was indeed left empty or indeed there was someone who filled it. What I'm guessing is that one of those tables was owned by the Jamila he once occupied. I suspect Jamila once sat in one of those chairs. I've got information that Jamila is in this class.

I glanced at Bu Layla who was not crying anymore because the atmosphere was calm again.

What the fuck? Is she a mature woman? You can't be like that. You are a teacher. You should set a good example for your students. Your sadness is like letting your students grieve too. You'd be underestimated by them if you were like that. Remove your sadness, replace it with a smile for them. They'll understand you.

I said that in my mind, glanced at Bu Layla from my right shoulder, and stood upright facing towards them.

"Today ... He's your new friend. He is a new student in this class." Layla told me to go a little further before she finally told me to introduce myself. "Please introduce yourself!"

I walked one step forward, stood confidently that I was ready for this, and took a deep breath and exhaled.

When I was sure to introduce myself to them, the two of them, those yelling and bickering students, sat back and looked calm.

"I-i"

*The phone sounds ring with high volume.

My smart phone's ringing. Someone called me in this situation. It's annoying.

"Oh, sorry ..."

I was in a hurry to grab my smart phone and take a look.

When I managed to hold my smartphone, I was annoyed to find out who called me. Anton, he's the one who called me in a situation like this. He has failed me to introduce myself. He humiliated me in front of thirty disciples and a teacher.

"I want to go to the toilet. Excuse me."

I rushed in a hurry to get out of this class. It's all because of Anton.

After making it out, I answered the phone call from her and walked towards the toilet.

"Huh!? What was? Why did you call me? Didn't you just meet me?" I arrived at the toilet and was looking at my reflection in the mirror.

"That's why I called you."

"What do you mean?"

"I want to tell you something. It's very important."

"What's that?"

"I just got to the bus stop and I'm waiting for the bus right now."

"Huh? Don't tell me you called me because you wanted to tell me that?"

"Yeah, that's right. You know how hard it is to walk in a wheelchair, right? I'm sure you're very worried about me. So, please don't worry about me! I'm doing fine! Just chill! You still have to go to school right."

I was very surprised to hear why I called. He called me just to say that? That's bonkers. He crazy.

"I don't want my son to suffer for worrying about me. I don't want your school interrupted because of my circumstances."

Isn't he nodding at me right now?

"You're not my father!"

I ended the phone call and stared flatly at the reflection of myself in the mirror.

"He is very disturbing if his fantasy thoughts come up. He even considered himself to be really my father."

I turned. I want to go back to class to introduce myself to them. But just as I wanted to go back, suddenly a knocking sound appeared, which sounded quite loud, in the end toilet cubicle. I walked there out of curiosity with that voice.

"Is there anyone outside? Can you open this door for me?"

It was a male voice.

I opened the door where the voice came, then I saw a man wearing the same uniform as me.

His face looked gloomy, even his hair bangs covered his entire forehead; almost covering his eyes. He looked at me and hesitated from the look on his face.

"T-Thank you."

He walked past me and left after thanking me.

"What the fuck with him? She's locked in the toilet? That's confusing."

Feeling that there was nothing I needed to do in this toilet, I went back to class to introduce myself.

I came back and realized something in this class. One of the empty tables was occupied. The student locked in the toilet was the one who filled it. He sat on the one row seat from my left side; near the front entrance of this class.

"Well..."

I looked at him for a while while tilting my head. He looks fine there. But somehow he was moody and always lowered his head. He didn't even look at me.

"I'm Ra ... Dylan Evans's. Greetings, everyone." I introduced myself in front of them.

I almost mentioned my real name. I have to keep my mouth open so that my identity is not discovered.

"So, Dylan, please sit in your chair! That's your seat from now on! The lesson will begin soon!"

Layla pointed towards the fourth row of the four rows of tables in this class. It was table number 3 next to the window.

I did not move but noticed the direction indicated by him.

"Dylan, please sit in your chair."

Layla told me a second time, but I didn't move my legs.

"Dylan? Are you all right?"

I didn't notice he was telling me. But just as I wanted that my name was Dylan Evans, I walked over and nodded towards him.

"Oh ... That's me ... Dylan. Hahaha ..."

The students saw me as I walked towards my desk. The students, especially the girls, were looking forward to meeting me. I could see the look on their faces that seemed happy with my presence in this class. I'm like an idol now, ready to sign before the committee tells me to.

"Chika, isn't she very handsome? He's like my dream type."

"You like a guy who uses ringtones on his phone?"

Hearing those words, I turned to look at the girl quickly.

What if I use a ringtone, huh? You know, if you just turned on the vibrate mode on your phone, you wouldn't be able to tell if anyone was texting or calling you. You can just keep staring at your phone, waiting for a message or phone to come in. That's because your phone is in vibrate mode. Therefore, turn on the ringtone so that you know that someone is calling you!

"Hey look, Chika! He saw you."

The two of them, the teenage girls who were at the second row table, were talking about me. The girl named Chika and maybe her friend had talked about me in front of me. The two of them didn't seem to mind if they were talking about me in front of me.

The moment that happened, Chika's eyes and eyes met each other and stared at each other for a while. I looked at her because I wanted to warn her about the usefulness of ringtones on the phone, and maybe she was looking at me because I was staring at her.

You can't underestimate people who use ringtones.

"What's wrong with her? Why is he looking at me like that?" Chika was confused by the reason I was looking at her. He was seen muttering but with a mouth gesture that I could read.