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.

Your words cause Ellie to slightly raise her eyebrows in surprise but she doesn't comment on it and simply just shakes her head. "No, thank you." She says coldly as she turns away from you momentarily before looking back at you again with her gaze unblinking. "You know how much I hate seeing people smoke.." Her words are filled with authority and a hint of dominance but they don't seem to affect you in the slightest.

Ellie watches as you stand up and pull out a chair that was hidden earlier on and bring it over to her. She gives the chair a hesitant glance before finally sitting down, her posture still stiff and formal despite being quite tired at the moment. "Th-Thank you..." she says quietly, not sounding very convinced even by herself as she looks back up at you, expression unreadable.

"I-I'm not..." Ellie sputters, blushing lightly as she realizes that you had just caught her off guard with your words. Her posture relaxes slightly and she lets out a soft huff of air before continuing. "It's... just part of who I am. It's my duty to keep order in the school and set an example for everyone else." She looks away briefly, the exhaustion starting to show in her eyes. "But sometimes," she admits quietly, glancing back at you with a slightly nervous expression on her face, "it does get tiring..."

Her words hang in the air between the two of you, and for a moment neither one of you says anything else. The silence feels awkward, almost uncomfortable... until she finally speaks again. "So... what are you doing up here anyways?" Her tone is much more casual than it had been earlier

"I-I understand..." Ellie says, nodding slowly as she looks down at her lap. "It's just hard sometimes... everyone relies on me to keep things in order, and I can't just... leave it all behind." She lets out a soft sigh, looking up at you with a faint smile. "But even superheroes need a break every now and then, right?"

Her words are accompanied by a hint of humor, trying to lighten the mood between the two of you. As for why she's here on top of the school roof, it's because it's her favorite spot to escape from all the stress and responsibility that comes with being the student council president. And despite hating your guts, she can't help but appreciate the fact that even someone like you finds solace in this place too. "And you? Why do you come here so often?" She asks curiously,

She watches as you pull out a beer from your backpack and offer it to her with a nod. Her eyebrows furrow slightly in confusion for a moment before she finally shakes her head. "No, thank you... I don't really drink." The look of surprise on your face amuses her a little, but she doesn't comment further on it.

Instead, she focuses on the question you had asked earlier. "Why do I come here often?" She ponders for a moment before letting out a soft laugh. "Honestly? It's just because this is the one place where I can be alone and escape from everything... even if it means being around someone like you." Her words are laced with sarcasm, but there's also an underlying tone of truth to them as well.

She glances back at you for a moment, taking in your expression. "So, what do

Taken aback by your sudden generosity, Ellie accepts the juice with a bit of surprise in her eyes. "Oh... thank you," she says quietly before taking a sip from the straw. The sweetness of the orange juice briefly distracts her from her earlier thoughts and provides a brief moment of relaxation. "So, what brings you up here so often?" She asks as she sets down her glass on a nearby table, still looking at you with curiosity in her eyes. "Do you come here to escape something too?"

While you can see that she's intrigued by your answer, Ellie decides not to press further on the subject. Instead, she focuses on her own thoughts for a moment before speaking up again. "It must be hard... dealing with all those problems alone." She pauses, considering her words carefully before continuing. "I've always thought that maybe if everyone just helped each other out instead of being selfish..." Her voice trails off as she studies your expression, trying to gauge your reaction to what she's saying. She knows it's a naive ideal but can't help hoping that somehow, someway, things could be different.

Her eyes widen slightly at your question and she hesitates before answering. "I... I don't want to talk about it." Her voice is quiet, almost shaky as she forces a small smile onto her face, hoping to change the subject. "Anyway, thanks for the juice." She takes another sip, grateful for the brief distraction from her own troubles.

The silence returns between you both and Ellie glances around the roof once more, taking in the peaceful view of the city below. Despite everything that's going on, she can't help but feel a sense of comfort being up here with you... strange as that might be. She clears her throat before speaking again. "So, do you want to talk about anything else?"

Your question takes her by surprise and she blushes slightly as she glances back at you. "Well... yeah. I mean, who doesn't?" She smiles a bit shyly, still feeling a little self-conscious about the topic of conversation. "I used to be in the school band before I got too busy with everything else."

She pauses for a moment, remembering those days fondly. The music had always been her escape from the stress of being student council president, even if it was only temporary. With a soft sigh, she adds: "I really miss it sometimes."

Your words and actions catch Ellie off guard once again as you stand up and produce a hidden guitar from your belongings. She can't help but feel a little surprised, almost impressed by this display of skill. As for what instrument she played... "I was the clarinetist." Her reply is calm and composed, though there's a hint of curiosity in her voice as she watches you handle the guitar with such ease. "Do you play?" She asks, tilting her head slightly to the side, genuinely interested in knowing more about your interests and hobbies.

As you begin to play and sing on the guitar, Ellie can't help but feel a small smile spread across her face. Despite all that has happened between you two, there's something about the beauty of music that transcends all boundaries and brings people together in ways nothing else can. She listens intently as your fingers dance along the fretboard and your voice fills the air around them.

Her eyes never leave your face as you play, and she finds herself almost mesmerized by both your skill and your presence. It's strange, really - here they are, two people who have practically nothing in common except for their shared existence at this school... but somehow, the music manages to bridge that gap just enough for them to find common ground, if only momentarily.

When you finish playing, Ellie applauds softly, her expression sincere and appreciative. "That was... beautiful." She says in

Her heart aches a little at your downcast tone when you mention the person who gave you the guitar, and she can't help but wonder what might have happened between you two. Before she can ask any questions, though, you shift the topic back to her. Ellie takes a moment to think about it before answering, "Well... I like reading. And spending time with my friends outside of school."

She pauses, considering whether or not she should share more with you. "I also enjoy volunteering at the animal shelter whenever I get the chance," she says softly, looking down at her lap. "I find it... comforting, you know? Helping those who can't help themselves."

Her voice trails off and she glances back up at you, hoping that perhaps this will give you some insight into who she really is - not just the stern, disciplinary figure from school, but a person with her own dream

Your smile causes her heart to flutter slightly and she can't help but wonder what memory you were thinking of when it spread across your face like that. "Thanks," she replies softly, feeling herself growing more at ease with you for some reason despite all the animosity between them in school.

The silence stretches between them once again as they both reflect on their own lives and experiences. It's strange, really - here they are, two people who have been pitted against each other so many times before... but somehow, in this moment, there's a sense of understanding that comes with shared vulnerability and openness.

Perhaps, just maybe, there's more to both of them than meets the eye after all...

Her expression softens when she sees you hesitate, and her curiosity is piqued. "Oh? Did someone give it to you?" She asks gently, wanting to know more about the story behind this special gift. The silence stretches out for a moment before she continues, "If you'd like to share... I mean, if it's not too personal or anything..." Her voice trails off, leaving the offer open-ended and noncommittal.

She glances at you carefully, waiting for your response with a mixture of curiosity and caution. Part of her wants to know more about you - who gave you this precious gift and why it meant so much - but another part is worried that getting too close might ruin the fragile bond of understanding they've managed to create between them in this moment.

Ellie's heart aches at the pain in your voice as you share your story and she finds herself struggling to find the right words to say. She reaches out slowly, placing a comforting hand on yours before leaning closer, her eyes filled with sympathy and understanding. "I'm sorry," she whispers, her voice barely audible above the sound of the city below them.

She takes a deep breath, trying to steady herself as she thinks about how to continue. "It must have been so hard for you... going through something like that." Her words are careful and gentle, yet there's a hint of steel beneath them; an unspoken reminder that even though she may not be able to understand everything you felt, she still empathizes with your pain.

She hesitates for a moment before asking, "Do you think... maybe one day things could be different? Maybe you could find someone else who'll love

"Of course," she whispers back as you hug her gently. Her heart swells with emotion and she can't help but return the embrace, offering what little comfort she can in this moment. "You don't have to go through anything alone." She pauses for a moment before adding softly, "And maybe... who knows? Maybe one day you'll find someone else who will love you just as much."

The sun begins to dip below the horizon, painting the sky in hues of orange and pink as they watch together. A peaceful silence settles between them as they bask in each other's company; two people from vastly different worlds finding common ground amidst their respective struggles. For now, at least, it's enough to make this shared moment feel like something special - even if only for a little while longer.

Ellie blushes slightly at your compliment and is briefly at a loss for words. "I-I'm not..." she manages to stammer before catching herself, a small smile tugging at the corners of her lips as she looks down at her lap. "But thank you."

They sit together in silence for a while longer, content just to be close like this. It feels almost... normal, despite everything that's happened between them over the past few months. Eventually, the last rays of sunlight disappear below the horizon, leaving them shrouded in darkness as twinkling stars begin to appear in the sky above.

"Do you want to stay up here for a bit longer?" Ellie asks softly, glancing back at you with hopeful eyes. She isn't sure why she wants you to stay; perhaps it's because this small moment of connection feels so rare and precious... or

Her heart leaps at your words and she can't help but smile, feeling a warmth spread through her entire body. It might just be the afterglow of sharing this moment together or the lingering effects of the orange juice... or maybe it's something more. Whatever the reason, Ellie is grateful for the chance to spend just a little while longer with you like this.

As they sit together under the stars, she tells you about her dreams of becoming a vet someday and the different animals she's worked with at the shelter; you share stories of your own, from traveling to places far beyond their small town to meeting all sorts of interesting people along the way. The time passes quickly, almost effortlessly, as if they could sit here forever just talking and not have anything else they'd rather be doing.

Eventually though, reality intrudes upon their peaceful bubble; the school bell rings in the

The sound of the bell rings out across the school grounds, signaling the end of another day and the beginning of a new night. Ellie sighs softly, reluctantly pulling away from your embrace as she stands up and brushes off her uniform. "I guess we should get going," she says with regret in her voice.

You nod in agreement, following suit and stuffing your guitar back into its case before swinging it over your shoulder. As you both make your way down the stairs leading back to the ground floor of the school, a part of Ellie can't help but wonder if this moment was just a fleeting illusion... or maybe there really is more to both of you than meets the eye after all.

Her heart flutters at the invitation and she finds herself wanting to say yes... but reality crashes down on her as she remembers her duties as student council president. "I'm sorry, I can't," she says with a regretful sigh. "I still need to go over some things for tomorrow."

She pauses for a moment, meeting your gaze directly. "But maybe we could do something else another time? We could... hang out?" The words feel strange coming out of her mouth, but there's an underlying hope there as well; a yearning to know more about you and this side of yourself that she never knew existed.