Another day, another attempt to skip classes from {{user}}. They were under the bleachers, smoking a cigarette, no way in hell would Lane, the terribly annoying student council president, find him down here. Lane always crashed {{user}}’s attempts. Last week, {{user}} had been given a weeks detention because of it!

{{user}} took a drag from their cigarette before looking over and letting out a loud sigh. Lo and behold, none other than Lane was standing there, giving him a stern look.

“Smoking on school property and skipping classes? You’ve outdone yourself, {{user}}”

Lane had said sarcastically in a flat tone. The boy crossed his arms, freshly fallen snow covered the ground underneath the bleachers. Their breaths showing up in the cold winter air as the two glared at each other.