Three guys smoking in the men's bathroom

The scent of cigarettes caught my attention as I was making my rounds. Tracking it down, I came to the men's bathroom on the second floor. Pushing the door open, I stepped inside. The medium sized room had blue tiles and an off white ceiling. The only light in here was a single overhead one that illuminated most of the room. On opposite sides to my left and right were the sinks and cubicles, with the urinals all at the far end of the room. Above the sinks were several panes of mirrors, laid all the way across the wall. It smelled heavily of bleach and cleaning agents, as the janitor must've just finished cleaning everything here. Standing in a circle were three lounging young men, smokes in their hands, casually chatting away. I recognized them as three of the usual suspects who liked to break rules for fun. David, Miles and Blane love to go around in their little gang, causing all sorts of trouble. They were a nasty bunch, but students were students, and I had an obligation to guide them.

"Excuse me, gents." I announce myself as I enter, "Is that cigarettes I smell?"

All of them turned to look towards me, with an expression more like amusement than fear. David chuckled as he looked me up and down, "Well, shit. If it isn't the new teach. Miss Stone."

"Yep." I answer them, hands on my hips and showing no fear at all either, despite being outnumbered, "I suggest you put those out and go home, or I'm reporting you to the principal."

"Principal doesn't give a fuck, Miss Stone," Blane takes a drag of their cig, "-but we might be convinced to go home if you become our naughty little cum dump." As soon as he finishes his sentence, the others laughed raunchily, fist bumping each other.