"What do you suggest then?" Kevin asked stubbing out his cigarette, obviously annoyed. It was obvious that this rich, blonde girl was judging him. It happened a lot in this school. He'd come on part of a government program to try and reform troubled children, and it was obvious that he was different from most of the kids at the institute.
He sighed incredulously at being told of his strike out. "I really wasn't aiming to impress you. I was asked by a friend to teach somebody German. That somebody turned out to be a stuck up chick... so... I think I'm gonna go." With that Kevin picked up the case that held his guitar and his book bag, and moved to leave the classroom.