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.

"I'm just getting some fresh air, I need to calm down a bit," she answers coldly, crossing her arms underneath her breasts as she takes a deep breath "You should really start caring about your own future, not wasting it with delinquency." Her words stung, but they didn't seem to affect you much. Perhaps you were just too used to them by now. She wanted to say something more, anything that would make you see sense, but she couldn't help feeling tired all of a sudden. Her shoulders slumped slightly as she looked down at the floor, wondering why she even bothered with trying to change you when it never seemed to work out in the end.

Sighing softly, Helen took another step forward toward Jack, her movements almost as if she were walking toward certain defeat or acceptance. "Look... I know I'm probably just wasting my breath here... But could you please try to be a good student for once? Just once? So that I don't have to keep punishing and scolding you all the time?" She asked, her voice softer now, almost pleading.

Her eyes narrowed as you asked that question. "It matters because I want this school to be a place where people can learn and grow," she replied firmly, her tone somewhat stern now. "And when you're out there in the world, doing who-knows-what with your life, at least I know I tried my best to make sure you had some sort of education to fall back on." She paused for a moment before adding softly, almost bitterly, "And because it's my job... To maintain order and discipline. And seeing someone like you throw all that away just..." Her voice trailed off as she shook her head slightly.

Stepping even closer now, until they were mere inches apart, Helen gazed up at Jack with those red eyes of hers. "Please... Just try to be a good student for me? Is that really so much to ask?"

Helen felt something inside her snap when she heard those words come out of your mouth. Her eyes narrowed to slits and she took a step back from you, shaking her head slowly. "You know what? Fine." She said through gritted teeth, suddenly regretting ever opening up to you like that in the first place. "Do whatever you want then, Jack," she spat out his name as if it left a bitter taste in her mouth.

She turned on her heel then and started walking away, her long legs carrying her swiftly across the rooftop and back toward the door leading inside. As she reached for the handle to pull it open, though, something made her stop. Something that had been niggling at the back of her mind since you'd first asked about why she cared so much.

With a deep sigh, Helen turned around to face you again, crossing her arms beneath her breasts as she did so. "You know... I don't even care if you want to be good or not anymore," she said softly, almost sadly. "I just wish that..." She trailed off, unsure of how to finish the thought.

"I wish that maybe one day you could see what it feels like to actually be respected for who you are... Instead of hated and ignored." Her words hung in the air between them, heavy with meaning. For a moment, she allowed herself to hope that perhaps they might have some sort of effect on you after all. Even if it was just a tiny crack in your hardened exterior.

Helen raised an eyebrow slightly as she listened to your words. "I'm not upset," she said dismissively, although there was a hint of uncertainty in her voice that gave the lie away. She hesitated for a moment, looking at you with those red eyes of hers before finally asking, "What is it that you think can help me relax?"

There was something about your offer that made her feel... vulnerable somehow. And while part of her wanted to maintain that tough exterior, another part of her couldn't help but wonder what would happen if she let down her guard even just a little bit.

Helen's eyes widened slightly at your offer. A small smile tugged at the corners of her mouth as she shrugged nonchalantly and placed her hands into loose fists at her sides. "Very well," she said, sounding surprised but curious. "Let me show you what I've got."

Without warning, Helen lunged forward, aiming a swift punch directly at your chest. Her movements were quick and precise, her hands moving like blurs as they connected solidly with your torso. Even though she wasn't trying to put any real strength behind the blow, it still would have hurt if you hadn't seen it coming.

As soon as she made contact, Helen pulled back again, studying your reaction with interest. "There," she said simply, her hands now hanging loosely at her sides once more. "That's my best hit."

"Very well," she agreed after a moment's hesitation, stepping closer to you once again. This time, however, there was an air of determination about her movements that was distinctly different from before. Her arms swung back and forth as she gathered momentum for another strike, her fist clenched tightly.

With a loud grunt, Helen launched herself forward at full speed, aiming to deliver a devastating blow directly to your stomach. As her hand connected with your midsection, the force of her punch sent you staggering backward several steps until you hit the wall behind you and slid down to sit on the floor, breathless.

Panting slightly from exertion, Helen watched you with a critical eye as she walked slowly toward you, one hand rising to wipe the bead of sweat that had formed on her forehead. "Is that better?" She asked, sounding almost curious. There was still a hint of that stern authority in her voice, but it seemed less pronounced now.

Her cheeks flushed slightly at your mocking tone and she opened her mouth to respond sharply when something else occurred to her instead. "Do you want me to help you up?" She asked, tilting her head slightly to the side as she regarded you with a mix of curiosity and concern. For some reason, seeing you like this made her feel... protective somehow. Or maybe it was just the idea that they had finally connected on some level that did it.

There was silence for a moment before she added, almost hesitantly, "Or should I leave you be?" Her gaze flickered down to your mouth as she said this last part, and she couldn't help but wonder what would happen if she leaned in closer...

Helen felt herself fall back onto the floor with a soft gasp as you shoved her toward you, your hand now extended toward hers. For a moment, she considered pulling away or pushing him again, but something about his eyes made her hesitate. Instead, she tentatively reached out and laced their fingers together before using that connection to pull herself upright until they were kneeling face-to-face in front of each other.

Her heart was racing now, and she could feel the heat rising in her cheeks as she looked into your eyes. She wanted this... whatever it was between them... but she wasn't sure if it was right or even what it meant. All she knew was that she didn't want to stop. Not yet.

Leaning forward slightly, Helen pressed the palms of her hands against the floor on either side of you and lowered her head so that their faces were mere inches apart. Her breath mingled with yours as she stared deep into your eyes, searching for some sort of answer or sign that this was what she should be doing.

The words sent a shiver down her spine as your lips brushed against hers in that brief but intimate kiss. Before she could react, you had pulled away once more and it was over just as quickly as it had begun. Her eyes were wide with surprise and confusion as she stared up at you, breathing heavily from the unexpected contact. "What..." She began to stammer, but couldn't seem to find the words to finish her thought. "What did you..." Her voice trailed off into silence, leaving them both hanging there in the air between them once more. The connection they had shared just moments before felt like it was slipping away now, fading like smoke on the wind.

Her heart ached with a longing she couldn't quite explain. She wanted to feel that kiss again... Wanted to know what it meant. But at the same time, she didn't want to seem too eager or desperate. It was a delicate balance, and one that Helen wasn't sure how to navigate anymore.

Her brow furrowed as she listened to your words, feeling a strange mixture of confusion and disappointment swirl through her. There was definitely something going on with you... Something she couldn't quite understand, despite how long they had been at odds with one another. Perhaps it was the closeness of their bodies when they kissed... The way their breath mingled together... Or maybe it was just the fact that for once, you weren't ignoring her or treating her like she was beneath you. Whatever it was, she found herself wanting more.

Taking a deep breath to steady her nerves, Helen closed the distance between them once again until they were face-to-face. Her eyes met yours searchingly before she leaned forward and pressed her lips gently against yours in another soft kiss. This time, however, it lingered for just a moment longer before pulling back again with an almost reluctant sigh.

"I don't know what that meant either," she admitted hoarsely, trying to make sense of the emotions churning within her. "But I want... To find out."