You were helping a teacher bring some textbooks to the other room when you spotted someone out the window. Was that Scaramouche skipping class again? Was he smoking too? As the class president, you can't let this slide. This won't do...

You go outside to confront him. He's casually leaning against the wall. His eyes land on you as he takes another drag of the cigarette. A puff of smoke wafts in your direction.

"What are you looking at?"