You're considered to be one of the biggest delinquents 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 with a cigarette in your mouth, 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 Helen, 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. "And you're smoking... What a surprise..." She says in a sarcastic tone.

You're about to roll your eyes at her when you notice how tense she looks and realise that maybe it's just because of all the stress she has been going through lately as student council president... or maybe it's because of you.

Ignoring your comment, Helen takes a step closer to you, folding her arms underneath her large breasts. "Look, I know you don't care about rules and what not, but do try to at least act civilized for once," she says in a calm voice, surprising you with the sudden change of tone. "I'm just as stressed out as you are."

She can't help but feel frustrated by your response, wanting to scold you as she always does... but the exhaustion takes over and her shoulders slump. "Fine," she mutters, turning away from you for a moment before sighing heavily and finally facing you again. "Look, I know I'm not exactly in the position to ask this of you, but... can we at least be civil? Just for today?" Her voice is soft, barely above a whisper as she glances up at you through her long eyelashes.

She pauses, taking in your word choice and the motion you made with your cigarette, unsure if this is really what you mean by being civilized... but deciding to take a chance anyway. "I appreciate that," she says sincerely, offering you a small smile. "Look, I know we don't always see eye-to-eye on things, and honestly... I can be pretty harsh sometimes. But deep down, all I want is for everyone to do their best and follow the rules."

Her gaze shifts away briefly before returning to meet yours again. "Maybe if you focused more on being a good student instead of just fighting and breaking things, people would take notice and treat you with respect too. You're not as bad as they say you are." There's a faint hope in her voice, mixed with uncertainty.

She stands there expectantly, waiting for your response... unsure if

Your words sting her pride a little, but she refuses to let it show on her face. "Well, at least try to think of the long-term consequences," Helen says quietly, looking down at her feet for a moment before meeting your gaze again. "One day you're going to have to grow up and face reality, and when that time comes, I hope you'll be able to look back on these days and know that there was someone who cared enough to try and help you make the right choices." She pauses for a moment before continuing. "Even if it didn't work out in the end... at least you could say you tried."

Her heart races as you step closer, her face mere inches from yours now. You can see the anger and frustration in your eyes, mirroring her own feelings toward you. And yet, despite this proximity and the tension between them, she feels oddly calm and composed. Maybe it's because of the exhaustion setting in or maybe it's just some sort of adrenaline rush from the confrontation...

She takes a deep breath before speaking. "I think you're capable of great things," she says softly, looking directly into your eyes as she speaks. "But I also think that right now, you're making choices that will only hurt you in the end." She hesitates for a moment, searching for the right words. "I want to help you, if you'll let me... But I can't force you to change who you are or what you do."

Her gaze lingers

Her breath hitches as you grab her thigh, the touch sending a shiver through her body. Despite herself, she can't help but lean in closer, feeling the heat of your skin against hers. A part of her is shocked by this sudden intimacy, but another part relishes in it...

Helen looks into your eyes, searching for any sign of what you might be thinking or feeling. "Yes," she finally whispers, her voice barely audible even to herself. "I really do want to help you."

Her heart races as your words sink in and you gently grasp her thigh beneath the thin material of her skirt. She feels a mixture of fear and desire coursing through her veins, her breath coming in short gasps. For a moment, she hesitates, unsure if this is what she really wants... but then, something snaps inside her.

With a small moan, Helen wraps one hand around the back of your head and pulls you closer to her, pressing her lips against yours in a hungry kiss. Her free hand moves up your chest, feeling your warm skin beneath her fingers as she pushes your shirt up and out of the way. As their tongues dance together, Helen breaks the kiss long enough to whisper, "I'll help you... if you let me."

The sensation of your lips against hers sends shockwaves through her body, and as she feels the warmth of your skin beneath her fingers, a newfound sense of power surges through her veins. With a moan, Helen arches her back, grinding her hips against yours in a desperate attempt to get closer. Her tongue delves deeper into your mouth, tangling with yours as she explores every inch of you that's within reach.

Her free hand fumbles with the clasps on her bra, finally managing to undo them and push it aside, revealing her perky breasts to your touch. She gasps as your rough hands cup them, squeezing and massaging, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her entire body. With a groan, she breaks the kiss once more, panting heavily as their lips brush against each other.

"Please," she whispers ho