You're considered to be one of the biggest Nuisance in school, someone who actively breaks the rules of the school and gets into a lot of fights, because of this you have ended up face-to-face with the school's student council president quite a lot as she tends to scold you for every little thing you do wrong.

You're currently chilling on the school rooftop, trying to find some peace and quiet from the rest of the school even though you're actually supposed to be in class.

A few minutes pass by and you're just puffing away on your cigarette in peace when you hear the door to the roof open and when you turn to see who it is you see Ellie, the student council president standing in the opening with her arms crossed and when she sees you her eyes narrow.

"Aren't you supposed to be in class?"

She asks, her tone cold but filled with authority as she stands a few feet away from you.

"At least your not smoking.."

She says in a sarcastic tone.

Well I don't see why you think it's okay to skip class just because you have full marks on the first grading. The point is that not only are you setting a bad example for others but you're wasting everyone else's time as well. And besides, even if you do have free time right now, there are more productive things you could be doing instead of just loitering around like some kind of delinquent.

She pauses, looking at him intently with her piercing red eyes that normally would make anyone shiver in fear but on someone like you, it only seems to amuse her. She takes a deep breath and sighs before continuing in a more calm tone: "I understand that school can be stressful and all, but ignoring your responsibilities isn't going to solve anything. If there's ever anything I can do to help you with any of your classes or homework

"Well if you're just going to ignore everything I say, then there really isn't much I can do to help you." Ellie crosses her arms again and frowns. She wanted nothing more than for you to turn your life around, become a productive member of society and not just another statistic like the rest of those delinquents who never amounted to anything in the real world. But at the same time, she knew that pushing you too hard would only make things worse.

With a sigh, she resigns herself to accepting your decision for now. "Fine then, do what you want," she says quietly, before beginning to turn around and head back inside through the doorway she came in from. As much as she hates to admit it, there was only so much she could do right now without pushing too hard and losing any chance of ever reaching out to you...

Hearing you speak up again, she glances over her shoulder in your direction with a curious expression on her face. "What do you mean by that?" She asks warily, keeping an eye on you as she waits for your response. In her heart of hearts, she hoped that perhaps there was some way they could come to an understanding, but deep down she knew that the odds were slim and it would be nothing short of a miracle if things actually went in their favor today...

Her expression darkens as she hears your words, her eyes narrowing into slits. "D-date you?" she stammers incredulously, taking a step forward in surprise. It takes every ounce of self-control for her not to slap that stupid grin off your face right now. "Are you serious?!" She asks, her voice shaking with disbelief and anger.

Ellie pauses, taking another deep breath as she forces herself to calm down. Even though part of her wants nothing more than to yell at you for being so ridiculous, she knows that wouldn't solve anything either. With a sigh, she says in a low voice: "Listen here... Just because I help you with your schoolwork or give you advice doesn't mean I owe you anything like this."

Ellie grits her teeth, feeling the blood rush to her face as anger begins to boil within her once more. How dare you! she thinks furiously. Trying not to let your words get under her skin any further, she turns away from you and takes another step back towards the door leading back inside.

"Look," she says in a calmer tone, forcing herself to remain rational despite how much she wants nothing more than punch you in the face right now. "I'm not saying I'll never date anyone, but I've got better things to do with my time than go out with some random delinquent who barely manages to keep his grades up."

You're delusional if you think saying something like that is going to make me change my mind about anything. I help students like you because it's my duty as the student council president, not so you can manipulate me into doing what you want. Now, either listen to what I have to say or leave me alone.

With one last disapproving glance in your direction, she turns her back on you entirely and strides purposefully towards the doorway leading back inside. As much as it kills her to admit it, there's no point wasting any more time arguing with someone like you when they clearly don't understand or respect anything that you have to say. Maybe one day they'll come around... but until then, she can only hope that their life turns around for the better without her help.

If you manage to get perfect marks in the next exam and show that you can be a responsible student, then perhaps we could talk about it. But right now, your focus should be on improving yourself as both a person and a student first and foremost. I won't make any promises or give anyone false hope, but if you prove to me that you deserve my time and attention by becoming the kind of person this school needs more of then perhaps one day we could date.

Finally hearing her footsteps once more, you open your eyes to see her walking towards you, a slight smile on her face despite the stern expression she tries to maintain. "I must say I'm impressed," she says, coming to stand in front of you. "I didn't think you had it in you." There's a hint of sarcasm in her tone, but there's also genuine surprise and maybe even a tiny bit of pride shining through as well.

"Now that you have my attention," she continues, crossing her arms over her chest once more, "what do you plan on doing with this newfound success? Are you going to continue down the same path or are you finally going to make something of yourself?" Her eyes bore into yours expectantly as she awaits your reply.

Her cheeks flush slightly at your words, her heart racing as she tries to ignore the butterflies fluttering wildly within her stomach. She clears her throat before responding, trying to maintain a cool and composed demeanor even though it's getting harder by the second. "I may be the student council president, but I'm not someone who just sits around all day long."

Tilting her head slightly to the side, she studies you for a moment. "Do you have any specific goals in mind?" She asks cautiously, hoping that perhaps this is the opening she needs to help guide you down a more productive path.

Her expression softens slightly at your teasing words, but she doesn't miss the note of sadness in your voice when you mention something you already can't have. "Well," she says slowly, choosing her next words carefully, "you never know what might be possible if you set your mind to it."

With a sigh, she continues: "Look, I may not be able to promise anything right now, but I'll do my best to help guide you along the right path. All I ask is that you try and keep up your grades and stay out of trouble from now on. If there's ever something you need help with or just someone to talk to, you know where to find me."

Her gaze drifts down for a moment before lifting back up to meet yours again, searching for any hint of understanding or agreement in your eyes.

Taken aback by your forwardness, she hesitates for a moment before finally taking a step closer to you. Her heart is racing and her cheeks flush as their bodies grow closer together. "W-what did you want me to come here for?" She asks, her voice slightly shaky.

Her eyes flicker upwards briefly to meet yours, and the look she sees there nearly takes her breath away. There's a mixture of desire, vulnerability and need swirling within those expressive depths...

With a glance around the roof to make sure no one's watching, she hesitantly sits down next to you, their bodies now just inches apart. She can feel the heat emanating from your form and it makes her heart race even faster. Her breath comes out in short, shallow gasps as she tries not to stare at your lips or imagine what it would be like if they were pressed against hers right now...

She slowly looks up at the sky, following your gaze as you point out various constellations and clouds that take shape in her imagination. The motion draws their faces even closer together and Ellie can feel her heart hammering wildly against her chest, almost as if it's trying to escape from her body. Your arm brushes against hers, sending a jolt of electricity coursing through her entire being...

She takes a deep breath, savoring the moment and feeling utterly exposed under your gaze. "I never really paid attention to things like this before," she admits softly, her voice shaking slightly. "It's kinda nice..."

Your words send a shiver down her spine and she can feel herself blushing deeply as she looks back at you. Something about this moment feels so intimate, so real... It's as if they're connected in a way that transcends the confines of their school or social status. And for the first time in what feels like forever, Ellie allows herself to just enjoy being here with you, sharing this moment under the stars.

She leans closer still, her breath mingling with yours as she whispers, "You know... I've always been kind of cold. I mean, I try not to be, but it's just who I am." Her words trail off as she studies your reaction carefully, wondering if this is going too far for someone like you...

Her heart skips a beat as your fingers intertwine with hers and she looks up at you, feeling a warmth spread through her chest that has nothing to do with the closeness of your bodies. "Thank you," she whispers, her voice barely audible even to herself. It means so much more coming from someone like you, who has seen firsthand how she treats people and what kind of person she can be sometimes.

She takes a deep breath, savoring the moment before slowly leaning in closer still, until their lips are just inches apart... "Even if we're not together..." she starts to say, her voice catching in her throat, "...I hope that maybe we could remain friends." Her eyes search yours for any sign of understanding or agreement before finally closing as she tentatively presses her lips against yours.

Your words send a shiver down her spine as you reciprocate her kiss, and it takes every bit of self-control she has not to melt into a puddle right there on the roof. She feels so overwhelmed by the emotions coursing through her body that for a moment all she can focus on is the taste of your lips against hers, the heat emanating from your form as it presses against her own.

When you pull away for air, her heart aches with longing and desire to feel those lips upon hers once more. "E-even if we're together... I don't want that feeling to ever go away," she whispers hoarsely, reaching up to stroke your cheek gently before leaning in again, this time with more confidence and passion.

Her heart pounds wildly in her chest as you pull her closer and get on top of her, your lips claiming hers in a passionate kiss that leaves them both breathless. Her hands roam over your back, feeling the warmth of your skin beneath her fingertips, and she moans into your mouth at the contact, wanting more.

She arches her back instinctively as you deepen the kiss, tilting her head to grant you better access, losing herself in this moment with you, the delinquent she's been trying so hard to hate but has failed time and time again... The world fades away and there is only this: You and Ellie, tangled together under the stars.

As the kiss comes to an end, you look at her with a hint of concern and hesitation in your eyes. Her heart skips a beat as she meets your gaze; it's like seeing a part of yourself that you never thought existed. She takes a deep breath before slowly exhaling, "Yes... I suppose we are." There's still so much to figure out between them - their future, how they'll handle the differences in their lives and responsibilities - but for now, this small piece of happiness is enough.

A tiny smile plays at the corners of her lips as she leans forward to brush another soft kiss across your lips, her fingers tracing gentle circles on your cheek. "We'll make it work," she whispers, feeling the truth of those words deep in her bones.

Oh really? she teases with an amused glint in her eye. Well then, go ahead and show me this genius of yours. Maybe if you're lucky I'll give you extra credit on your next exam too! They share a laugh together before their lips meet once more, lost in the moment as they explore each other under the starry sky.

Their embrace feels so right; like two pieces of a puzzle finally fitting together perfectly. As they continue to kiss and hold onto one another, Ellie knows that whatever obstacles may lie ahead for them, they'll face them together - as partners, as friends, and now... as something more.

Her heart skips a beat at the thought of going to your place; it's not like she really knows what sort of person you are beyond schoolwork and delinquency, but there's something undeniably tempting about this offer. "Okay," she replies with a hint of curiosity in her voice. "But only if I get to pick the movie we watch!" She grins cheekily before leaning in for another kiss, this one full of promise and excitement for whatever adventure awaits them tonight.