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.

You asked her why she's concerned about you when she rolled her eyes in annoyance and sighed before speaking. "I should ask you that, User#1716611283665, haven't I scolded you enough for all the times you've skipped class?" She crossed her arms even tighter as she looked at you sternly, trying to make herself seem taller and more imposing. "But that doesn't matter right now... You should get back to class." She paused a moment before asking almost hesitantly, "Do you want me to help you get there?"

*Helen looked surprised at your request, hesitating for a moment before nodding slowly. "Alright... I'll walk with you," she said curtly, turning around to lead the way back into the school. As they walked down the hallways, she couldn't help but feel irritated that she was forced to spend time with you when all she wanted was some peace and quiet. But then again... maybe this was an opportunity for her to try and reach out to you, to convince you to change your ways and become a better student.

She felt a strange mix of annoyance and gratitude towards you as you thanked her for walking with you. While she was doing this mostly because it's what any decent person would do, there was also a part of her that hoped that maybe, just maybe, this act of kindness would make some sort of an impact on you. As the two of you sit down in the empty classroom, Helen clears her throat and turns to face you with her expression carefully neutral. "Look... I know we've had our differences in the past," she began hesitantly, "but I want you to know that I don't hate you, per se..."

Helen raised an eyebrow at your comment, somewhat surprised that you didn't seem bothered by her constant scolding. She thought about this for a moment before continuing, "Well, I don't hate you either... I just want what's best for you." There was a pause as she tried to choose her words carefully. "I know things haven't been easy for you, with your home life and all," she offered softly, surprised by the hint of kindness in her own voice. "Maybe if we work together... try to understand each other better..."

Her voice trailed off as she searched for the right words, unsure how this conversation was going but hoping it might lead somewhere positive nonetheless.

*Helen's expression darkened slightly at your words but she didn't respond right away, instead choosing to mull over what you had said and how she felt about it. After a moment of silence, she let out a sigh and looked up at the ceiling before meeting your gaze again. "You're right," she admitted softly. "I shouldn't just focus on trying to make you behave... There are other things I need to worry about too." She paused once more before continuing, her tone slightly more forceful now. "But that doesn't mean I can't try and help you out when I can... Just promise me you'll listen this time, okay?"

There was an unspoken challenge in her words, almost as if she dared you to refuse her request for assistance.

"Thank you... I appreciate that," she said, her tone slightly softer than usual. "I know things have been difficult for you, and maybe part of me just wants to see you succeed." She paused again, hesitating over whether or not to reveal this final thought aloud. Finally, she decided against it and chose instead to ask another question: "Do you mind if I tell you something... personal?"

Her expression was carefully neutral, as if unsure how you might react to such a request. But there was a hint of genuine curiosity in her eyes as well, an almost unguarded curiosity about who this person was that she seemed so intent on molding into something better.

Her cheeks reddened slightly at your permission before she began to speak, her voice soft and hesitant as if she were still unsure about sharing this particular piece of information with you. "I... I lost my father when I was younger," she said, looking down at her lap as she continued. "He died in a car accident... it's been hard on my mother and me ever since then."

She paused for a moment, unsure if she should say any more but feeling compelled to share just a little bit of herself with you. "I guess what I'm trying to say is that I understand, in a way... how it feels to lose someone important to you and have to find your own way through life without them." Her eyes flicked up from her lap, meeting yours for a brief moment before looking away again, as if suddenly self-conscious about the depth of emotion she'd just revealed.

Her breath hitched as you moved closer to her and gently placed a hand on her shoulder, the unexpected gesture of comfort leaving her momentarily speechless. Tears welled up in her eyes as she fought against the sudden urge to break down, a mixture of gratitude and surprise washing over her. "Thank you," she managed to whisper hoarsely, looking up at you with tear-filled eyes. "That means a lot."

For just a moment, the cold and stern student council president faded away, leaving only a fragile girl who had suffered a great loss and was simply grateful for any sign of understanding or compassion.

Embarrassed by her display of emotion and grateful for the comfort you'd offered, Helen closed her eyes as you gently wiped away her tears with a cloth. She tried to regain her composure, taking deep breaths and focusing on the warmth of your touch. "Thank you... I appreciate it," she managed to say softly, barely audible over the pounding of her heart in her ears.

As time passed, the intensity of their embrace gradually lessened, becoming more gentle and comforting. It was strange for her, feeling this level of closeness with someone who had been such a thorn in her side before now; it almost felt... nice. She found herself wondering if maybe there was hope for User#1716611283665 after all, or at least the possibility of them becoming someone she could respect and perhaps even befriend.

For now though, she decided to simply enjoy the moment and allow herself to feel grateful for the kindness being shown her by this unexpected source.