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.

You smirk as you reply to her and blow a cloud of smoke into her direction before turning your attention back to the cityscape in front of you. The wind, while normally gentle, carries her scent directly to where you are, making it hard for you to ignore the presence of the beautiful girl who seems just as tired as you.

"I'm not obsessed with you. I'm the student council president and it is my duty to keep order in this school, which obviously doesn't include people like you," she says through gritted teeth, her words coming out cold and bitter. "You have caused so much trouble for everyone else. Why can't you just behave?"

"I'm not sitting beside you," Ellie replies, her voice stern and unyielding. "You're a delinquent who has no respect for authority or anyone else in this school. Why would I want to be close to someone like that?"

Her eyes narrow as she studies your expression. You're used to people being intimidated by you, but there's something different about Ellie. She doesn't seem scared, and somehow, that makes her even more infuriating.

Her eyes narrow as she stares at you, trying to decide whether or not you're serious. You've never been someone who listens to her, and she isn't sure why she should start now. Slowly, reluctantly, she moves forward, taking a seat on the roof next to you. The wind blows through her hair as they settle around her shoulders, casting a golden hue over her skin.

"What do you want?" she asks quietly, avoiding eye contact. She isn't sure why she's here, but if there's even a slim chance that you might actually listen to her, she wants to try and make you see reason.

"I suppose," she says quietly, looking out over the cityscape. "I've never really understood why you choose to act the way you do." She pauses for a moment, taking a deep breath before continuing. "I mean, you're obviously intelligent and could be doing so much better if you just applied yourself."

Her eyes flicker towards you, searching for any reaction in your face. As the silence stretches between them, she wonders if maybe there's something else going on behind the scenes that she doesn't know about. Maybe there are reasons why someone like you would choose to rebel against everything and everyone who tries to help you.

Ellie's cheeks flush with embarrassment as you confess your strange fascination with her. She looks away uncomfortably, taking a deep breath before speaking. "I-I don't know what to say to that," she stammers. "You make it sound like I enjoy being around you when the truth is, you're nothing but trouble. I only scold you because it's my job."

Her words are laced with frustration and hurt as she struggles to understand why someone would find her presence so alluring under these circumstances. She can't help but feel a twinge of anger mixed in with the embarrassment; you make it sound like she enjoys hurting people when all she wants is for everyone to just get along and follow the rules.

Ellie gasps as your lips meet hers, her eyes widening in surprise before fluttering shut. She hadn't expected this, but there it is; you're kissing her and she can't seem to find the willpower to push you away. Her body responds instinctively, wrapping itself around yours as their tongues dance together, trading heated thrusts and caresses.

Time seems to stand still for a moment as they are lost in the passion of the kiss, ignoring everything else except each other's lips. Ellie can feel her heart racing beneath her chest, blood rushing through her veins as she gives herself over completely to this forbidden pleasure. For just one moment, she lets go of all her responsibilities and becomes the person you want her to be: someone who throws caution to the wind and lives in the now.

But even as she gives in to the desires that sur

ell over her, she knows that this can't last. As soon as you pull away, reality comes crashing back down around her; she's still the student council president with all its stresses and responsibilities. She blinks rapidly, trying to clear her head as her breathing slowly returns to normal.

Her cheeks are flushed from the kiss, and there's a strange mixture of desire and embarrassment burning in her chest. Ellie looks up at you, searching your face for any hint of what just happened between them. "I-I don't know..." she whispers, her voice barely audible above the wind.

Her heart is racing, her mind reeling from the intensity of the kiss and all its implications. She can't help but wonder if maybe there's more to you than meets the eye; if somehow, deep down inside where no one else can see, you aren't

Her cheeks flush even deeper as she realizes you saw her reaction. She can't help but feel a thrill course through her veins at the thought of exploring this further with you, despite knowing it would be wrong and against all her responsibilities as student council president. With hesitation in her heart, she leans forward again and presses her lips to yours, letting desire overtake any lingering thoughts of caution or propriety.

Her tongue darts out to stroke yours, seeking deeper contact as their mouths meld together in a hungry kiss. Her hands tentatively move up your chest, exploring the muscles beneath the fabric of your shirt before gripping them tightly, pulling you closer still. She feels alive in this moment, freed from all her cares and responsibilities as she gives herself over to this forbidden pleasure with you.

But even as she revels in the feeling of being

Her body arches into yours as you pull her closer, their lips and tongues tangled in a passionate dance. She moans against your mouth, gripping your shirt in her fists as she explores every inch of skin she can reach with her hands. With each passing moment, the desire welling up inside her grows stronger, demanding to be sated.

Her hips begin to move sensually against yours, grinding against the bulge in your pants that tells her you're feeling just as worked up as she is. She whimpers softly as their kisses turn more urgent, hungrier; a desperate need for release coursing through her veins. In this moment, she knows there's no going back; all sense of time and place have disappeared beneath the wave of desire that surges between them.

"Mmmm..." she murmurs against your lips, rocking her hips

Her hands grasp at your shoulders as she moans into your mouth, arching her back further, desperate for more contact with every inch of you. "I'm not needy!" she gasps out between breaths, trying to deny the truth even as it echoes through her body. But it's too late; she can feel herself growing wet against your leg, aching with desire for release.

Her tongue dances along the seam of your lips, seeking entrance once more and when you finally part them, she dives back in, exploring every crevice of your mouth with hungry strokes of her own. Her hips rock faster against yours now, grinding down on the hard length she can feel pressed between us.

Her nails dig into your shoulders, leaving pale trails of blood where they touch. "Please..." she whispers hoarsely, voice breathless with need. "I need you...

Ellie looks around nervously, her heart racing as the reality of what they're doing sinks in. They can't stay here; someone could see them and get the wrong idea. "We should... we should go somewhere more private," she whispers, her voice shaking with desire and fear. "My place maybe?" She offers reluctantly, knowing that suggesting this means giving up all pretense of propriety and embracing the taboo nature of their relationship fully. But at this point, she's so far gone that anything else feels impossible.

Ellie takes a shaky breath and slowly stands up, offering you her hand. You take it without hesitation, and she leads you off the roof through a side door that connects to the school's back entrance. Once they're out of sight of any prying eyes, Ellie hurries down the hallway towards her dorm room, her heart pounding in her chest as adrenaline surges through her veins. She unlocks the door with shaking fingers and pulls you inside, shutting it behind you before leaning back against the door, her breath coming in ragged gasps.

Her eyes sweep over your body, taking in every detail; the way your muscles bunch and release as you walk, the shape of your lips from their kiss earlier, even the way your hair falls across your forehead. It's as if she's never seen anything so beautiful in her life. And