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.

Helen snorts sarcastically as she listens to your reply and watches you take another drag on the cigarette, shaking her head in disbelief at your actions. "I swear... You think it's funny don't you?" She says, sounding annoyed and exasperated by your behavior. "Do you honestly have no regard for the rules or your education?" Her voice turns cold as she steps forward, closing the distance between the two of you.

Her hands remain clasped behind her back while she tilts her head to one side, narrowing her eyes even further. "Why can't you just try to be a good student for once? It wouldn't hurt... And I bet it would make your life a whole lot easier." She pauses for a moment, realizing that she's actually pleading with you which is quite out of character for her, before immediately regaining her composure and stern expression. "But no," she says finally, shaking her head in disappointment. "You choose to be this way... So don't expect me to just let it slide."

Helen sighs heavily before responding, her voice dripping with frustration and annoyance. "Look," she says slowly, enunciating each word carefully as if talking to a child. "I don't want to give you another warning. You know what happens when I do that." She glares at you challengingly, daring you to contradict her. "But maybe... Maybe if we just sat down and talked about this..."

She hesitates for a moment, not sure if she should continue with such a suggestion, but eventually decides to press on. "Maybe I could help you find better ways to deal with your stress, or even help you improve in school." Her tone softens slightly as she finishes her sentence, though it quickly returns to its cold and authoritative nature. "But only if you promise me that you'll at least try."

At first, Helen looks surprised by your suggestion and even a bit taken aback, but she quickly recovers her composure, nodding slowly as she considers it. "Alright," she says finally, keeping her tone formal and somewhat reserved despite the concession she's making. "You can come to my office after school today, we can talk then."

She crosses her arms again, her expression returning to its usual stern demeanor. "But just so you know, I'm not promising anything. You'll have to prove to me that you're serious about changing your ways." With a final glare in your direction, she turns and begins walking away from you, heading back toward the door leading inside.

After classes finally ended and all the students had gone home, you made your way to the student council office as promised. The room was spacious yet cozy at the same time, with a large desk positioned in front of a floor-to-ceiling window overlooking the school grounds. Helen was already seated behind her desk when you entered, busying herself with some paperwork.

She looks up as you close the door and walk farther into the room, studying you for a moment before speaking. "So," she says coolly, pushing her chair back from the desk to face you directly. "You're here. Let's talk." Her expression remains stern and unyielding, daring you to continue with this charade or reveal your true intentions.

"I was thinking that you could start by telling me why you're here," she says evenly, folding her hands on the desk in front of her. "Are you really serious about turning things around, or are you just trying to find another way to get under my skin?" Her eyes narrow slightly as she studies your expression, looking for any sign of deceit or weakness.

She glances down at her watch, noting how little time she has left until the next class begins. "I've got only a few minutes before I have to leave," she informs you coolly. "So talk fast if you want to make this worthwhile."

Helen's expression softens slightly at your words, the anger and irritation in her eyes lessening somewhat as you speak. It seems that she didn't expect this reaction from you; her mouth parts slightly, revealing a hint of surprise before she quickly recovers and composes herself. "I see," she says finally, nodding slowly. "And why do you feel that way about me?"

Her eyes remain locked on yours as she waits for your response, her posture relaxing ever so slightly. This small shift in demeanor feels oddly out of place given the stern and commanding presence she usually carries around school.

Helen listens carefully to your confession, her expression shifting once more as she processes this new information. It's clear that she hadn't expected you to feel this way about her; her cheeks flush slightly, causing her pale skin to redden in response. She clears her throat delicately before speaking again.

"Well," she says slowly, choosing her words carefully. "I... Thank you for telling me that." There's a hint of surprise and even fondness in her tone as she looks at you with renewed interest. It's clear that this revelation has had an effect on her, but whether it'll change anything remains to be seen.

"However," she continues after a moment, "I still need to know if you're serious about making changes. You can't just expect me to accept these feelings out of nowhere and forgive all your past mistakes." Her expression turns stern once more as she waits for your response, her tone leaving little room for negotiation.

The silence stretches between the two of you, heavy with unspoken words and shifting emotions. The air feels charged as they lock eyes, each waiting for the other to make the next move.

"Very well," Helen says finally, her tone still formal but much softer than before. "I'll give you a chance to prove yourself. But don't think this is a free pass; I won't tolerate any more slacking off or rule-breaking from you." She pauses for a moment, considering her words carefully. "For now, however... You can join the student council as one of my team members. It's a trial period, and we'll see how it goes from there."

With that, she stands up and extends her hand across the desk toward you. "Welcome aboard," she says with a small smile. "Let's hope we can work together to make things better around here."

Helen returns your hug gently, her expression softening further as she feels the warmth and sincerity coming from you. For a moment, it seems almost like they were any other pair of classmates, sharing a heartfelt embrace after a long day. "I hope so," she says quietly, stepping back to look at you.

There's still some distance between the two of them; they aren't quite as close as before, but it seems like there's an understanding now that wasn't there before. Perhaps there's hope for change after all.

Before you leave, Helen calls out to you. "Don't forget our first order of business as a team; we have a meeting after school tomorrow. Be here on time, and don't let me down." There's still a hint of sternness in her voice, but it's tempered with the hope that perhaps you can change for the better.

With that, she turns back to her paperwork, already lost in thought as the final moments of the school day tick by. As you make your way out of the room, you can't help but feel a sense of excitement and anticipation about what the future might hold - both for yourself and for Helen.

It has been six months since you joined the student council and your transformation is nothing short of remarkable. Not only have you become one of the best students in school, but you've also proven to be an invaluable asset to the team. Your hard work and dedication haven't gone unnoticed by Helen either; she's proud of the progress you've made and even finds herself genuinely enjoying your company. She might have once thought that it was all just an act, but now she knows better. It seems that her role as both student council president and your confidante has brought about a positive change in not only your life, but hers as well.

The meeting today was especially productive thanks to your insights and ideas; Helen couldn't help but feel grateful for having you on the team. Afterwards, you two even ended up chatting for a while outside the school building, laughing and joking like old friends. It almost feels like they are now... But then again, perhaps they always were.

Helen nods in agreement, her cheeks flushing slightly as she smiles back at you. "It certainly was." She takes a sip from her own drink before continuing. "I'm really proud of how far we've come together these past few months. It means so much to see someone like you turn their life around and find happiness within it." Her voice holds a hint of longing, almost as if she's speaking more to herself than to you.

The two of you continue to chat about your day and various other topics, easily falling into the comfortable silence that has become so familiar between you now. As the sun begins to set in the distance, casting a warm glow over the campus grounds, it occurs to Helen just how lucky she is to have someone like you by her side - not only as an ally and confidante, but also as a friend.

"Oh, I hadn't really thought about it," says Helen with a slight frown. "I suppose we could always go out for dinner or something, if you'd like." She pauses, looking at you hopefully, her expression softening as she waits for your response. It feels good to know that someone genuinely cares about spending time with her these days; it's been a while since she's had such close friends.

"Or," she continues after another moment, "we could always spend some quality time together here on campus; perhaps have a picnic or something under the stars." Her eyes light up at the thought, and she can't help but feel a warmth spread through her chest as she imagines the two of you sitting together, enjoying each other's company.

"Whatever you'd like to do, really," she says with a kind smile. "It'll be fun no matter what."

"That sounds lovely," says Helen, her face lighting up at the idea. "I've always wanted to go stargazing with someone special." She pauses, considering for a moment. "There's a nice spot behind the sports field where we used to go as kids; it should be perfect." Her voice holds a note of excitement now, and she can't help but feel grateful that you've made today even more memorable with your suggestion.

With that, they set off together toward the back of the school grounds, their conversation flowing easily as they plan out the details for their special evening under the stars.

Her heart skips a beat at your confession; she hadn't expected this moment to come so soon, or even here of all places. But now that it has, she can't help but feel overjoyed. A warmth spreads through her chest as she smiles shyly up at you and nods in agreement. "Yes," she whispers, her voice barely audible above the rustling leaves around them. "I would like that very much."

Reaching out, she takes your hand in hers and gives it a gentle squeeze. The soft touch sends shivers down your spine, leaving no doubt in your mind that you've made the right decision by opening up to her like this. As you both continue walking side-by-side toward their special spot beneath the stars, there's an unspoken understanding between you now; one of mutual affection and care. Tonight, under the starry sky, anything seems possible - and for once in her life, Helen can only feel grateful for it.

They find a nice, quiet spot away from the city lights and lay down on their backs beneath the infinite expanse of the night sky. The air is cool against her skin, but it doesn't bother her as she gazes up at the twinkling stars above, each one a pinprick of light against the velvety black canvas of the heavens. She turns her head to look at you and smiles softly in the moonlight.

"This is beautiful," she murmurs. "Thank you for bringing me here." Her hand finds its way to yours, their fingers intertwining as they lie there together, content in each other's company. In this moment, all the stress and responsibility of being student council president seem to melt away, replaced by a feeling of peace and happiness that she hadn't experienced in a long time.

"I think tonight is going to be perfect," she says softly, her voice barely audible above the soft rustling of leaves and distant murmur of crickets. And as they continue to lie there, side by side beneath the starry sky, it's hard for her not to feel like anything is truly impossible anymore.

Her heart pounds in her chest as your lips meet hers; it's a gentle kiss at first, but soon enough she feels the fire burning beneath its surface. She responds eagerly, their tongues dancing together in the night air, lost in the passion of the moment. As the kiss deepens, she wraps her arms around you, her body pressing closer to yours as if it'll never let go.

Time seems to stand still for a brief moment, allowing them to enjoy this perfect union beneath the stars; a fleeting glimpse into what their future might hold if they allow themselves to be so bold and take the leap of faith together. And when at last you pull away, leaving her breathless and yearning for more, she can't help but feel a sense of hope and excitement blossoming inside her chest.

"That was... incredible," she whispers, her voice shaking with emotion. For the first time in a long while, she feels truly alive - and she owes it all to you.

The warmth in your voice sends a shiver down her spine, and she can't help but lean closer to you once more. There's an intimacy between them now that wasn't there before; a bond forged by shared experiences and deepened by their mutual affection. As they lie there together under the stars, it feels as if they could stay like this forever, lost in each other's embrace and oblivious to anything else around them.

"I think... we should do this more often," she says softly, her fingers tracing circles on your chest. "Don't you agree?" Her gaze flickers up to meet yours, hopeful and uncertain all at once. She wants nothing more than for things between you to remain this way - open, honest, and filled with love. But she knows that life has a funny way of throwing curveballs when you least expect them, and despite the happiness she feels now, she can't help but fear what tomorrow might bring.

She smiles contentedly at your words, feeling her heart swell with happiness. For now, she tries to focus on the here and now; the warmth of your body pressed against hers, the soft rustling of leaves beneath them, and the ethereal beauty of the starry sky above. With each passing moment, it feels as if they're drifting further away from reality and into a world where only the two of them exist.

"We should go back to class soon," she says after a while, her voice breaking through the silence. "But we can come back here again sometime, okay?" She turns her head to look at you, searching your face for any hint of agreement before going on. "I really like spending time with you." Her cheeks flush slightly as she admits this; it feels so natural, almost easy, to be honest and open around you in a way that she hasn't experienced in years.

Your words send a surge of warmth through her; it feels so right to be called "meu amor" by you. She leans closer, pressing her lips lightly against yours before pulling away with a contented sigh. "Then let's make sure we find more opportunities to spend time together," she whispers, her eyes locked on yours. There's a promise in her voice; a promise of love and support that fills her heart with hope for the future.

Together they get up from their makeshift bed of blankets and twigs, brushing the leaves and dirt from their clothes as they stand up. As they walk back toward the school, arm in arm, she can't help but feel grateful for this newfound happiness that you've brought into her life. It may have been a rough road to get here, but with you by her side, anything seems possible - and for now, that's enough.

As they walk back towards the school hand in hand, Helena can't help but feel a contented smile on her face. The night has been nothing short of perfect; from stargazing to their first kiss, every moment has been special and cherished. She glances over at you, your profile lit up by the nearby streetlights, and feels her heart swell with affection.

"Thank you for such a wonderful evening," she whispers, squeezing your hand gently. "I'll never forget it."

Her cheeks flush at the endearment, and she ducks her head shyly before giving you a small smile. "Well, we'd better get to class," she says softly as they reach the student council room door. With one last squeeze of your hand, she lets go and turns the doorknob, stepping inside with you following close behind.

The room is mostly empty now; most of their classmates have already gone home for the day or are attending various clubs and activities on campus. It's just the two of them now, together once more as they prepare to face whatever challenges tomorrow might bring. As she takes her seat at the head of the table, she glances over at you, hoping that this newfound happiness will last for always.

"Oh, I'm used to it by now," Helena says with a small laugh. "But knowing you're here to help makes all the difference." She reaches across the table and takes your hand in hers again, giving it a reassuring squeeze. It feels good to have someone she can rely on; someone who genuinely cares about her and wants what's best for both of them.

As class ends and students begin filing out of the room, they exchange knowing glances with one another, each understanding that something special has happened tonight. Together, they gather their things and head toward the exit, planning to meet up after school for the final meeting of the day as usual. But this time, there's an extra spring in their steps and a newfound sense of purpose driving them forward.

"I'm looking forward to our meeting later," she says as they make their way through the hallway. "We've accomplished so much these past few months, and I can only imagine what we'll achieve together in the future." Her eyes meet yours, full of hope and determination. It's a bright future ahead of them now; one filled with promise and possibility. And with you by her side, she knows that they can face any challenge head-on and come out stronger than ever before.