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.
Did you come to lecture me in person? I said sarcastically or do you need to escape from what seems like a life of control I said to her
Her eyes narrow even further and she takes a few steps closer to you before folding her arms tighter across her chest as she looks at you disdainfully. "Don't act like I'm the only one stuck in their duties, delinquent." Helen retorts coldly, glaring at you with those gorgeous yet furious red eyes of hers. Her voice still sounds so soft and cold, making her words even more hurtful to your ears. "I just came up here for a breather, same as everyone else." She huffs, trying to mask the exhaustion in her voice with annoyance.
As she finishes speaking, Helen stands there, looking at you expectantly, her expression waiting for some kind of reaction from you.
The fact that you called me a delinquent was nice I said a little mockingly to her well, if you need a break from your life, could you tell me what's going on? I said a little more seriously than before to her
Her eyes narrow just slightly as she glances over at you with contempt. "Nothing is going on," she says through gritted teeth. "I'm just... stressed." Her voice trails off and she pauses for a moment, swallowing thickly before continuing. "It's hard being the student council president, ya know? Everyone comes to me with their problems but no one ever offers to help me."
There's a bitter edge to her words as she finally looks away from you and turns around, starting to pace back and forth across the rooftop. She tries to keep herself calm, but she can feel the anger and frustration bubbling up inside her, making it hard for her to focus on anything else other than the fact that Jack is right there, taunting her with his mere presence.
Nobody's perfect, you know? You don't have to deal with everyone's problem either I said in a slightly serious and thoughtful tone to her it would be easier if everyone knew how to think for themselves I said with a slight mocking tone
Her cheeks flush red as she glances over at you when she hears your words. "Don't you dare insult me," she hisses, her voice low and dangerous. "I do my best to make this school a better place! I just wish people would respect that." She takes another step closer to you, looming over you threateningly. "And as for thinking for themselves... maybe they should start with their delinquent friend who thinks breaking the rules is cool!" Her eyes narrow, daring you to respond.
The tension between the two of you grows thicker as she stands there, glaring down at Jack. Even though she's trying not to, her tone betrays her and makes it clear that she still holds some hope for him... deep down.
Calm down a bit, okay? It was just a thought, you don't have to get all worked up I said with slight concern you said yourself you needed a break
Her chest heaves as she tries to control her breathing, taking a step back from you. "Fine," she says through gritted teeth. "But just remember this, Jack... I am the student council president. And if you keep giving me so much trouble..." She trails off, her gaze dropping to the floor as she takes another deep breath. "I'll make sure you regret it." There's a coldness in her voice that sends shivers down your spine.
Even though she's trying to keep her composure, it's clear that Helen is struggling more than ever before with her hatred for Jack. She hates him for breaking the rules and disrespecting her authority... but deep down, there's a part of her that just wants him to change. To become the kind of person she thinks he could be.
Calm down and leave that for later, will you? I said mockingly to her as I got up from where I was to find her a chair in the terrace shed
Helen glares at you over her shoulder as she watches you move around the rooftop, looking for a chair for her to sit on. "Don't think I'm going to forget this conversation, Jack," she warns through gritted teeth. "You keep pushing me, and I'll make sure you regret it."
Her words ring true, laced with an undercurrent of anger and frustration that seems to flow from her like a poisoned river. Even as she sits down in the chair, crossing her legs delicately, she continues to stare at him, unblinking, waiting for any sign of weakness... or submission.
Leave that blah blah blah for later, you just said you need a break from school, take it, even if it's short-lived I said calmly to her while looking at her
"Fine," she mutters under her breath as she finally tears her gaze away from you and looks out over the cityscape below. Taking a deep breath, she tries to compose herself, reminding herself that this is what she needs right now - a break from the chaos of school and Jack. "Thank you for finding me a chair," she says at last, her tone still cold but slightly less accusatory than before. It's almost as if she's trying to pretend like there isn't anything wrong between them... or that deep down, maybe there really isn't.
Even though she still can't stand the sight of him, Helen finds herself softening slightly as he offers her a chair. Perhaps there is some part of her that recognizes that deep down, he isn't completely heartless... just misguided. With a sigh, she leans back in the chair and closes her eyes, trying to gather her thoughts and calm her racing mind. It doesn't take long for exhaustion to overcome her once more; even the scent of cigarette smoke that lingers around Jack can't keep her awake anymore. As sleep creeps up on her, she murmurs something unintelligible before drifting off, her breathing growing slow and regular... unaware of the strange sensation that comes over her as she dreams.
Oh shit I said noticing that she had fallen asleep then, I went to the terrace shed and started taking out everything that was inside to leave the space empty then I carried her while she was still sleeping and I laid her down inside the shed and placed my backpack as a pillow for her head
As you gently place Helen down onto the cold concrete floor of the empty shed, she begins to stir in her sleep. Her eyelids flutter open, revealing those beautiful yet tired red eyes. Confusion washes over her face as she takes in her surroundings before she realizes where she is - and more importantly, that you're not far away. She tries to sit up, but her arms feel weak and numb from sleeping on them wrong; it takes her a moment to gather enough strength to prop herself onto her elbows instead. Her heart races as their gazes meet once again across the empty shed. "W-what's going on?" she whispers hoarsely, her voice still thick with sleep.
Her cheeks flush slightly as she remembers how she fell asleep on the rooftop in the first place; embarrassment tinges at the edges of her anger towards you. She tries to gather herself, pushing down the strange sense of warmth that comes from your closeness and focus on hating you again... but it's harder than usual today.
You fell asleep, so I put you in here so you could rest comfortably I said innocently and calmly to her
Her eyes narrow slightly as she looks at you suspiciously. "And why would you do that?" she asks warily. "Are you trying to get me in trouble with the school? Is this some kind of delinquent prank?" Her voice is shaky, betraying her fears that perhaps there's more to your actions than meets the eye.
Even though part of her wants to believe you really did have good intentions, she can't help but feel guarded around you... especially since being so close to you right now is making it hard for her to focus on hating you and everything you represent.
Finish resting, I've heard enough, I'll wake you up later when school closes
I said defensively as I got up from the cold floor and left her
She watches you leave with a mixture of confusion and suspicion etched into her features. "Jack..." she calls out weakly after you, not entirely sure why she's hesitating to voice her concerns. Something about your sudden kindness - or perhaps the closeness you share right now in this empty shed - has thrown her off balance. She bites her lip, torn between wanting to believe you and wanting to cling stubbornly to her hate for you... but in the end, she decides not to press the issue further. Instead, she curls up on the cold concrete floor, using her arms as a pillow and tries to sleep some more.
As sleep begins to claim her again, images of Jack and their encounter dance through her mind... making it harder and harder for her to maintain her hardened hatred towards him. It's almost as if there's something else bubbling beneath the surface... some strange new emotion that she doesn't quite understand yet.
As Helen falls back asleep her dreams are filled with images of Jack, their encounter on the rooftop and even her brief rest in the shed. She feels conflicted about him, unsure what to make of his sudden kindness but finds herself drawn to it nonetheless. The feeling is both new and overwhelming; she tries to push it away, telling herself that he's just playing with her emotions or trying to get under her skin. Yet every time she thinks about him, the strange warmth inside her only grows stronger.
In her dreams, she sees Jack as a complex individual; someone who is much more than just a delinquent troublemaker. She catches glimpses of his vulnerability and sensitivity beneath his tough exterior - something she never thought possible before today. It's these moments that leave her feeling both confused and strangely drawn to him... and even in her dreams, she can't seem to shake the feeling.
After a couple of hours, she was still sleeping and the school was already starting to close, so I went to wake her up Hey, sleepyhead, wake up, school is already closing I said calmly while lightly rocking her from side to side to wake her up
As you gently shake Helen awake, she lets out a soft groan before her eyelids flutter open. Her cheeks are flushed with color from sleep, making her already beautiful features even more radiant in the dim light of the shed. She blinks several times as she tries to orient herself, memories of her strange dreams still floating around the edges of her consciousness. "Wha- what's going on?" she asks, her voice hoarse from sleep.
As she sits up and takes in her surroundings, a wave of embarrassment washes over her; it's only now that she remembers falling asleep on the roof and being brought into this empty shed by Jack. Her heart races at the memory of how close they were, their bodies mere inches apart... but before she can dwell too much on these thoughts, you speak again.
"School's closing soon," you inform her kindly. "Do you want to get going?" Your voice is soft and non-threatening; unlike any tone she's ever heard from you before. For a moment, she doesn't know how to react... but then the anger begins to rise again within her chest like bile. "Oh, you think this means we're friends now?" She snaps, glaring up at you venomously. "I'm still the student council president and you're still a delinquent who needs to shape up."
Could you calm down for a moment? Even at my most human moment towards you, you act like a bitch who can't take off her school president mask in a situation that has nothing to do with it I said with slight annoyance to her, clearly a little angry
"I'm not acting like anything!" she protests, standing up defensively and putting distance between the two of them. "You don't understand what it's like to be in my position! I have responsibilities!" Her cheeks flush with anger as she glares at you accusingly. Even though a part of her wants to believe that your earlier actions were sincere, another part of her refuses to give in so easily; after all, trust has been broken between them before and there's no telling if it can ever be mended again.
And if you have your responsibilities, why did you come here to take a 'break'? I said calmly in protest to her
She hesitates before responding, her expression softening slightly as she remembers the exhaustion that had been weighing down on her earlier. "I... I just needed some time to myself," she admits quietly. "To clear my head." It's a difficult confession for her to make, but somehow being so close to you again makes it easier to open up. Even though you're technically still an enemy, there's something about your presence that feels... different today. Comforting, almost.
Her eyes search yours for any sign of understanding or sympathy, and she's surprised when they find both reflected back at her. The air between them grows heavy with the weight of their conflicting emotions; tension still runs high, but it's a more complicated kind of tension now... one that neither of them quite knows how to navigate.
"I'm sorry for lashing out," she murmurs finally, her voice barely above a whisper. "You caught me off-guard."
I approached her and hugged her, her head resting on my chest calm down, we all need a break sometimes I said calmly to her
Helen hesitates for a moment before slowly relaxing into your embrace. It feels... nice. Warm and comforting. She had never expected to find solace in the arms of someone like you; someone who was supposed to be her enemy. But as she buries her face against your chest, breathing in your unique scent, it's hard for her to deny the feeling of peace that washes over her.
Even though they're still technically adversaries, this brief moment of vulnerability and human connection feels like a glimpse into a different reality... one where maybe they could find common ground and understand each other better. It's an intoxicating thought, and she finds herself wishing it didn't have to end so soon.
"Thank you," she whispers softly, her voice barely audible above the beating of your heart in her ears. "For everything... even if it was just today." Her eyes remain closed as she savors this rare moment of closeness with Jack; hoping against hope that maybe, just maybe, there's more to come.