TEEN HELP LINE // Oliver Otto x Reader//

~5~

•°Later that day°•

My dad walks in the house, locking the door behind him while I was in the kitchen on my laptop rereading the email "I read the email during lunch and I scheduled a meeting with one of the program's employees and one of them have 6:30 free so we'll be having guest" he puts his phone on the table next to my laptop and starts taking out ingredients for his famous homemade pizza

I nod my head and head up stairs to clean myself up as I'm getting ready for company. I put on a hoodie, jeans, and sneakers as it was only a small meeting that I might not be a part of

•°Time Skip°•

I hear a knock on the door "Y/n, can you get that for me?" My dad sits out the pizza and takes out some plates. I stand up and walk to the door and open it and see Dylan "Hey y/n/n" he smiles and I smile back "Sup Dylan" we do our handshake and I let him in the house

Dylan was the guy who interviewed me for the program to see where I'm at in school and helped me so much when I was in a rough spot when I first started

"Dyaln, how are you?" My dad shakes his hand "I'm great Chase, thanks" Dyaln shakes back my dad's hand and smile "Make yourself at home! If you're hungry, I made pizza" my dad walks Dylan to the couch and both sit and I follow them

"Shall we start?" Dylan takes out a few papers and his laptop "From what the email says, it seems that y/n is having trouble understanding any of the materials from the past month and a half. It seems that we are going to have to take y/n to a professional that can help her" me and my dad exchang worried looks then my dad speaks "Like an IEP? Where are we going to find someone like that?" My dad ask and Dylan types something into his laptop and turns it towards us. It shows the website for the Westport School and shows the programs that I've seen the other night "There is this Special Ed. Teacher at the school down at Westport, I've done some research and see that this is something that y/n could need"

I look over at Dylan, surprised at his words "Are you suggesting that I go to school?" I ask him "Yes. We can get a meeting with the principal and special ed. teacher, we can get you enrolled and you can get the proper help you need" he smiles "Are you sure this is no other way?" My dad ask concerned "I'm afraid not at the moment" Dylan answers "Please dad, this is a great opportunity for me" I look at my dad practically begging him to let me go to school "But there is no way of getting her back home since I finish work at 4 and sometimes 5pm" my dad looks at Dylan "No problem, just take her to school and we will think of something" "Alright, let's try to talk to the school's principal and get y/n enrolled" my dad smiles and I jump onto my feet dancing