[ CW ] Make me connect with two characters without ever using their names , and tell the entire story in dialogue .

`` I ca n't keep giving you extensions on these projects and papers, you know. This is the fourth one this quarter. What's going on?'' 
 
 `` Nothing, sir. Nothing is going on. I just... I'm just really busy.'' 
 
 `` You told me life was busy the first time, you were sick the second time, begged and pleaded the third time and still gave me no discernible reason. I gave it to you because you'd been doing extremely well in my class at that point in time. Your grades are slipping terribly, and I looked: it's happening in all your classes, too. So, tell me, what's going on? Are we giving too much work? Is something going on outside of school? Are you just being lazy?'' 
 
 ``... I'm just being lazy, sir.'' 
 
 ``... That is n't it, is it?'' 
 
 ``... It is, sir.'' 
 
 `` Son, turn your head a little.'' 
 
 `` Why, sir?'' 
 
 `` Just do as I said or I will call the office and we can take this to the-'' 
 
 `` Please don-'' 
 
 `` Then tell me, why the hell there are bruises wrapped around your neck and ones on your face? `` 
 
 `` Sir, there are no bruises on my - `` 
 
 `` Do n't lie about this, son.'' 
 
 ``... I got into a fight with another kid, sir.'' 
 
 `` At school?'' 
 
 `` Yeah.'' 
 
 `` That was quite the rapid response... Tell me the truth. Is someone doing this to you at home?'' 
 
 `` No, sir. No one lays a hand on me at home.'' 
 
 `` Then do either of your parents beat you outside the house?'' 
 
 `` N-no, sir. I got into a fight last week with Reymond. That's why I was n't in school those last three days, I was suspended, sir.'' 
 
 `` I looked it up and all it had listed was unverified absences those three days.'' 
 
 `` Then the attendance office has n't changed it yet - `` 
 
 `` So you're telling me that if I were to talk to the principal right now, son, he would confirm that you and Reymond Bickens had a physical altercation lat week, resulting in your suspension for three days, and neither me nor any of your other teachers were informed? You're a terrible liar, son. I'm going to call home.'' 
 
 `` Please do n't, sir.'' 
 
 `` You're starting to cry. I'm picking up the phone if you do n't tell me what's going on in the next ten seconds. Ten. Nine. Eight. Seven. Six. Five. Four. Three, two - `` 
 
 `` Sir, do you promise not to tell anyone about this?'' 
 
 `` I ca n't promise if it has something to do with someone's well being being jeopardized, such as your own.'' 
 
 `` Then - `` 
 
 `` That is not grounds to not tell me, son. You still damn well better.'' 
 
 `` Sir... it is... embarrassing.'' 
 
 `` Is humility not a reasonable price for the end of your pain, son?'' 
 
 `` It is, but - `` 
 
 `` Then to hell with the buts, son. You have five seconds. Five - `` 
 
 `` It's Angelica, sir.'' 
 
 `` Angelica? Angelica Myers? What about her?'' 
 
 `` She...'' 
 
 `` Tell me, son. It's ok. You're so close, so close to helping yourself. Work through this. Tell me what's going on with you and Angelica Myers.'' 
 
 `` She hits me, sir.'' 
 
 ``... Go on.'' 
 
 `` She, she punched me in the face last week because someone told her I was cheating - I was n't cheating sir, but she can get mad very easily, but I love her very much, I need her, she... she makes me happy. When she is n't hitting me, she's all over me. I... I love her, sir. Please do n't call my parents, please do n't tell anyone else...'' 
 
 `` I already told you I could n't promise. Son, there's a lot of things I wish I could just tell you once and have it stick, but I figure if I'm going to start the process of telling you a million times before it sinks in, I might as well start now: you might love her, but she does not love you - `` 
 
 `` That's not true, sir, she says - `` 
 
 `` Your parents say they love you, but they do n't accompany it with their fists, do they?'' 
 
 ``... No, sir. But - `` 
 
 `` Son, if someone loves you, they would n't do such things to you like Angelica does. I do n't care how much she swears she does, if she really loved you, you would n't have a purple, greenish eye right now, and marks on your neck - and other places, I'm sure, but I ca n't be certain with your jeans and large sweatshirt.'' 
 
 ``... Sir, I do n't know what I'm supposed to do.'' 
 
 `` You need to let me handle this. Do n't close up and lie when the officers and administrators try to talk to you - `` 
 
 `` Wait, I - `` 
 
 `` I swear to god, son, you've come so far. Do you know how strong you are for admitting this to me? Do n't you dare give that up. Do n't protect her.'' 
 
 ``... Ok. But the paper - `` 
 
 `` Forget the paper. You need to go home, son. Get some rest. Spend time with your parents. I'm sure you're making them worried - and, for the love of God, let them know what's going on? Do n't let them find out through the police showing up on their doorstep. You've come this far, son. Do n't give up. Delete her number, lose her contact information, cut ties with her and her friends. We'll get you out of this rut, I promise that.'' 
 
 ``... Thank you, sir.'' 
 
 `` You're an amazing character, son. Do n't let anyone, nor yourself, tell you that you're weak for any reason related to this shit. You have unimaginable strength inside you. Promise me you'll stay strong?'' 
 
 `` Yes, sir. I promise, sir.'' 
 
 `` Good. Now, go home, son. Get the rest you deserve.'' 
 
 ``... Have a good weekend, Professor.'' 
 
 `` Have a good weekend, son.''
