You're recognized

Three of the girls look at you in horror, the fourth simply stares in mild surprise, a nasty smile quirking the corners of her mouth. She turns and confronts you, her hands on her hips, tossing her head to flip her brown hair over one shoulder.

"He's a new teacher," she says with a smirk. "You're the drunk they hired, aren't you? Why don't you get out of here before I get you in trouble."