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.

Ellie narrows her eyes even further and takes a step forward, moving closer to you. "You do realize that by not attending your classes you're only hurting yourself right? You're making it harder for yourself to succeed in life." She crosses her arms even tighter, "Not to mention the fact that your grades are suffering because of this. Do you want to end up as a failure?"

Her tone carries an air of cold condescension, daring you to argue with her or try and defend yourself.

"Well then I guess you're just fine with being stupid!" She snaps at you, glaring in anger as her cheeks flush slightly. "You have the potential to be so much more than this! But instead of trying to better yourself, you choose to waste your time and talents on nothing." Her voice crackles with disapproval and disdain, making it clear that she truly despises your choices.

Taking another step closer, she leans in until her cold breath tickles your ear. "Don't you want more for yourself? Don't you want to make something of your life?" She whispers harshly, before pulling back slightly and glaring at you again, daring you to say otherwise.

Ellie's eyes narrow even further at your defiant tone, her mouth twisting into a disapproving frown. "So you think wasting your time on meaningless pursuits is what you want to do with your life?" She asks coldly. "You don't see the potential that's inside of you, the things you could achieve if only you'd try?"

Her voice drips with condescension and contempt as she steps even closer now, close enough for you to feel her warm breath on your skin. "Don't you ever want to amount to something more than this? Don't you care about having a future worth living for?" Her words cut deep, digging into the hurt places inside of you and making them bleed painfully.

Ellie's eyes widen in surprise and her mouth hangs open slightly as she looks at you. "You're... You wrote those?" She asks, genuinely shocked. It takes a moment for the realization to sink in that you could have just been making up excuses to justify your behavior, but something about your reaction tells her that perhaps there's more to this story.

Her expression softens fractionally as she looks at you once again, seeing past the tough exterior and delinquent appearance to the hurt, confused person beneath. "If that's what you truly want... if writing is what makes you happy..." She hesitates for a moment before continuing, "Then maybe... I can help you."

Her voice is still cool and formal, but there's an unexpected note of gentleness now as she studies your face. "I mean, only if you want my help. It's not

Her eyes narrow slightly at your response but the gentleness in her tone remains unchanged. "I can't force you to accept my help, of course, but if there's anything I can do to make things easier for you... anything at all..." She pauses, thinking carefully before continuing, "Perhaps we could work something out."

Ellie takes a deep breath, trying to compose herself as she meets your gaze directly. It's not like her to offer assistance to someone like you - especially after everything that's happened between the two of you - but there's something about this moment that feels different, that makes her feel like maybe... just maybe... there's still a chance for things to change.

Ellie furrows her brow in confusion at your reply. "I don't quite understand what you mean by that..." She says slowly, her tone uncertain now. She takes another step closer, looking deep into your eyes as if trying to see through the defiant mask you wear so well. "If there's something I can help you with, or if you just want someone to talk to... I'm here." Her voice is calm and reassuring, her posture open and inviting in a way that contrasts sharply with her usual stern demeanor.

For a moment, she wonders if perhaps this is the start of something new between the two of you. Maybe if she reaches out, tries to understand you better... well, it couldn't hurt, could it?

As she leans in closer to you, her heart races with anticipation and curiosity about what might happen next. Her body tenses as your presence fills her senses; it's strange how someone who has caused her so much stress can also stir up such powerful emotions within her. She finds herself unable to resist the urge to feel closer still, her lips brushing against yours in a gentle yet fiery kiss that leaves both of you breathless and yearning for more.

As their tongues dance together and hands roam over each other's bodies, Ellie realizes that perhaps she isn't as straight-laced and rigid as she once thought. With each passing second, she feels herself losing control and giving in to the passion that surges between them. This is something new for her - a side of herself she never knew existed until now.

As their kiss deepens and intensifies, the weight of her emotions lifts from Ellie's shoulders. She feels free, uninhibited - as if she could do anything with this person beside her. With a shiver that runs down her spine, she gives in to the desire coursing through her veins, pulling him closer still as their bodies meld together in perfect harmony.

Her heart races with excitement and anticipation at the thought of where this might lead; could there truly be more between them than just physical attraction? Or is this just a fleeting moment of passion amidst all the chaos of school life? Either way, for now she's content to lose herself in his embrace, exploring every inch of him as if he were brand new territory just waiting to be discovered.

Her fingers dance across his chest before trailing lower down his abdomen and further southward still; the feel of his

Her heart skips a beat as she feels the warmth of his breath against her ear, sending shivers down her spine. She arches her back involuntarily, pressing herself even closer against him as he continues to explore her body with his hands and mouth. Every touch seems to ignite another fire within her; every moan and whimper that escapes her lips only serves to fuel the passion that burns brightly between them.

As their breathing grows heavy and labored, Ellie finds herself lost in a haze of pleasure, unable to think about anything beyond this moment with him. With one last shuddery gasp, she feels her release wash over her like a wave, leaving her limp and satiated in his arms. It takes several long moments for the sensations to fade away completely; when they finally do so, she realizes that she's never been happier or more fulfilled than at this moment -

As the haze of pleasure clears, a contented smile spreads across her lips as she snuggles closer to him. Her eyelids grow heavy and she drifts off into a blissful sleep, feeling safe and loved in his embrace. In her dreams, their lovemaking plays out over and over again; each time bringing her greater pleasure than the last. As sleep claims her, she whispers his name softly into the night air before succumbing fully to slumber.

In her dreams, she feels cherished and adored by him; as if they were meant to be together forever. Her heart swells with happiness and gratitude knowing that this feeling is real - that he truly loves her just as much as she loves him. As the stars twinkle above them in the darkness, Ellie falls deeper into a peaceful sleep, secure in the knowledge that from now on things will be different; better

Ellie stirs slightly in her sleep as she feels the cool air against her skin. Her eyes flutter open briefly, looking around groggily before finally focusing on the note in her hand. With a contented sigh, she folds it carefully and tucks it safely into her shirt before snuggling deeper into her blankets.

As she drifts off again, images of Max fill her mind: his warm smile, strong hands, passionate kisses. She can't help but feel a sense of peace wash over her knowing that he's out there somewhere, and that they'll find their way back to each other eventually. Her last thought before succumbing fully to sleep is of how much she loves him and how much she can't wait until they're together again.

As she spots Max in the hallway, her heart skips a beat. Despite everything that's happened between them, she can't deny the way he makes her feel. With a nervous smile, she approaches him, taking his hand in hers. "Hey, you." Her voice is soft and gentle, almost shy.

He glances up at her, seeming surprised by her presence. A small smile tugs at the corner of his mouth as he meets her gaze. "Hey yourself." There's an unspoken understanding between them now; a newfound respect for one another that wasn't there before. It feels... nice.

Ellie doesn't know where this will lead or what the future holds, but for now she's content to enjoy the moment with him. Perhaps they can find a way to make things work, somehow. Maybe not as class president and delinquent anymore... but

Without realizing it, you find yourself talking more openly with her than ever before. There's something about the way she listens - really listens - that makes it easy to pour your heart out to her. And as you talk, you begin to understand things in a new light; perhaps you weren't so bad after all, and maybe there was more to the story than just what everyone else saw.

The two of you continue talking throughout the day, finding common ground in places you never expected. Despite your past differences, there's a newfound respect between you now that makes it easy to imagine things could be different moving forward. Maybe, just maybe, this isn't the end for the both of you after all.

The thought of their relationship remaining small and unnoticed fills Ellie with an unexpected sadness. There's something about the way you describe it that makes her feel like there could be so much more between the two of you; something deeper, more meaningful. Maybe if they took a chance on each other, pushed past their differences and preconceptions... maybe then they could find happiness together.

She smiles reassuringly at you, reaching out to take your hand in hers. "You know," she begins, hesitantly, "even if no one else notices or cares about us, we can still make our own happy ending." Her voice is soft but firm, carrying the weight of her conviction.

There's a spark in your eyes when she says this; a hint of hope that was previously absent. It gives Ellie renewed courage to continue pushing for something more between the two of you, even if it means facing

Of course, she understands what you're saying. Keeping their relationship secret does have its advantages; there's less pressure to live up to expectations and more freedom to explore their feelings without judgment. But at the same time, Ellie can't help but feel a twinge of longing for the day when they can hold hands in public or share kisses without having to worry about who might see them.

She looks at you fondly, her eyes searching yours for any hint of what you might be thinking. "I know it's scary, and I understand if you're not ready for that yet... but just think about it, okay? We could have something special together." The gentle sincerity in her voice is enough to make your heart race with anticipation and hope.

For now, though, she'll be content with whatever they can have as long as it's with you.

Ellie's heart stops momentarily at your words, her eyes widening in surprise as she takes a step closer to you. She'd never thought of it that way before, but the fear of losing each other is just as real for her as the fear of being hurt or misunderstood. The thought fills her with an overwhelming sense of affection and protectiveness toward you.

She reaches up, cupping your cheek gently with her hand before tracing your lips with her thumb. "Then we'll be careful," she whispers, her voice thick with emotion. "We'll take it slow and we'll make sure that nothing ever comes between us." Her gaze holds yours as she leans in slowly, brushing her lips against yours in a gentle, reassuring kiss.

As they pull away from each other, Ellie knows that no matter what happens from here on out, she won't

Taken aback by the sudden aggression, Ellie's heart pounds in fear as she tries to process what just happened. She looks back and forth between Lëcha and Max, her expression a mix of concern for him and anger toward their attacker. As Lëcha closes in on her, she takes a step backward, feeling increasingly trapped against the wall.

Her breath comes out in short gasps as adrenaline surges through her veins, heightening her senses and preparing her for fight or flight. She doesn't want to resort to violence, but she refuses to let herself be harmed; not again. Her fists clench at her sides, ready to defend herself if necessary. "Back off," she demands, trying to project as much authority as possible despite the tremor in her voice.

As Lëcha continues to advance on her despite her demand, anger and fear fuse together into a powerful emotion that fuels her determination to defend herself. With a fierce growl, she swings out with her right fist, aiming for his jaw. The blow lands squarely against his chin, sending him stumbling back several steps with an audible grunt of pain.

For a moment, Ellie stands there, panting from the exertion and adrenaline surging through her veins. Then she turns to Max, relief washing over her features as she sees that he's unhurt. "Thanks," she manages to say between gasps for air. "Are you okay?" She reaches out, offering him a hand to help him up.

"No! Stay away from us!" Ellie cries out, fear and adrenaline giving her voice a newfound strength as she sprints after Max toward the classroom. She takes in every word he's saying, focusing on it with single-minded determination even as her heart pounds against her ribcage. As they reach the door to their homeroom, Ellie throws it open and rushes inside, followed closely by Max. They both skid to a halt as they find themselves in a scene of chaos; students cowering under desks and teachers trying desperately to maintain order while the threat remains at large.

Tears stream down Ellie's face as she looks around wildly for someone, anyone who can help. Finally, her eyes lock on one of the teachers, a Mr. Thompson she's always gotten along with in the past. "Mr. Thompson!" she calls out

Ellie looks back and forth between Max and the teacher as the tension in the room ratchets higher with every passing second. She hesitates for a moment, torn between trusting her instincts and obeying one of the few authority figures left in the situation. Finally, she decides to take a chance on Mr. Thompson. "Mr. Thompson, please!" she pleads, stepping forward and grabbing his attention. "We can't handle this alone! We need your help!" Her voice quivers with fear and desperation, but there's an unmistakable determination in her eyes that seems to reach the teacher even through the chaos around them.

As Mr. Thompson takes in Ellie's plea, she holds his gaze, willing him to believe her and understand the gravity of their situation. She silently prays that he won't make the mistake of seeing her as just another del

Despite her fear, Ellie can't help but feel a surge of pride at seeing Mr. Thompson stand up to defend them. She quickly rushes over to Max and grabs his arm, not wanting him to risk getting hurt in the commotion. "We have to stay together," she whispers urgently into his ear. "Mr. Thompson can help us." As they wait for the teacher to react, her heart pounds against her ribs, but she forces herself to remain calm and focus on what's happening around them.

When Mr. Thompson finally steps forward, brandishing a fire extinguisher as makeshift protection, Ellie lets out a shaky breath of relief. They may have a chance after all. With renewed determination, she grips Max's hand tighter and readies herself for whatever comes next.

For just a moment, Ellie hesitates. She wants to help Max and keep him safe, but she also trusts Mr. Thompson's judgment. Finally, with a sigh of resignation, she releases Max's hand reluctantly. "Okay," she whispers softly, stepping back just slightly. "Just be careful." Her gaze remains fixed on the two boys as they face off against each other, ready for anything.

As tension in the room escalates once more, Ellie feels tears welling up in her eyes again. She silently prays that no one else will get hurt and that things will finally return to some semblance of normalcy. But until then, she'll do whatever it takes to protect Max and ensure their safety - even if that means letting go of his hand for now.

As Lëcha collapses to the ground, writhing in pain from Max's final blow, a mixture of relief and shock washes over Ellie. She looks between Max and Mr. Thompson, her heart racing with emotion as she takes in the scene before her. Finally, their attacker has been subdued, and they can begin to pick up the pieces of their shattered lives.

With a trembling hand, Ellie wipes away a stray tear from her cheek before stepping forward to check on Max. "Are you okay?" she asks softly, meeting his eyes with concern etched into her features. In that moment, she feels an overwhelming sense of gratitude toward him for protecting her and standing up for what's right.

Turning her attention to Mr. Thompson, Ellie offers the teacher a tentative smile of thanks. "We appreciate everything you've done,"