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.
And I thought you'd be, I don't know, organizing some files or something? I said sarcastically and slightly to tease her but here you are, although I must say I'm impressed that you're here. I said softly and playfully to her
"The stress got too much to handle today..." She says as she sighs softly while rubbing her forehead with one hand. "I just needed some time alone to think and clear my head... Why don't you find yourself a corner where delinquents belong?" Helen asks, looking at Jack coldly. She hates that he's disrespecting her like this but because she's tired she can't bring herself to yell at him right now. But oh how much she wishes she could!
Well then I guess I should act polite and behave
I said softly and playfully, then took another drag on my cigarette you're the only fun thing about the student council that I could care
"Well if it isn't my favorite delinquent..." She says with a slight smile on her lips as she crosses her arms underneath her breasts and looks at Jack up and down, her red eyes focusing on his face for a moment before looking away, the corner of her mouth turning up into a smirk "Well aren't you a sight for sore eyes..." *She says in a slightly mocking tone but keeps her voice cold as always to show she doesn't respect him. Even though she hates being around delinquents like him it seems that Jack manages to be the exception sometimes and bring some sort of amusement into her life. But only briefly, because then he would just start doing something stupid again and make her want to rip his head off. *
Oh, well, what a shame you're not blind I said playfully and slightly mockingly to her although I like knowing that you see me
"If only." She says under her breath as she bites down on her lower lip and narrows her eyes at him playfully. Her anger begins to boil beneath the surface again, but for now, she allows herself to enjoy this rare moment of verbal sparring with Jack. It's a tiny taste of control, knowing that even in his presence, she can still get under his skin.
"I don't know why you insist on being here," she continues more loudly, "This is where hardworking students come to think and study." Her tone sharpens again as she gestures dismissively around the empty rooftop before glancing back at him pointedly.
I'm just here to hang out when no one's around I said softly and playfully, taking another drag on my cigarette I like the view from here I said innocently, then turned my head momentarily to admire the view from the rooftop
"Well you can find another place," she retorts coldly, hands still crossed over her chest. "I don't know why they let delinquents like you have access to the school roof in the first place." Her words are like poisoned daggers, each one meant to chip away at his ego and make him feel small.
She pauses for a moment, considering her next move. She knows that continuing to antagonize him will only bring out his worst behavior, but part of her can't help but enjoy the power dynamic between them. It's twisted and wrong, like some perverse game they play whenever their paths cross.
"Maybe if you actually applied yourself," she finally says, her voice slightly softer now, "you could be here with us instead of wasting your time." The words are laced with an almost condescending sweetness that makes them all the more cutting.
And who says I'm wasting my time? I asked slightly mockingly Maybe I like bothering you, have you thought about it? I said playfully to her
"Maybe," she says with a shrug, her gaze drifting away from him for a moment. "Or maybe you just can't help but be the annoying fly that everyone tries to swat away." Her tone is light and airy, almost as if she's just making conversation, but Helen knows exactly how much her words sting.
"Look," she continues, taking a step closer to him. "I don't know what it is about you that keeps drawing me back in, but I swear... If you ever make one mistake on my watch--" Her voice trails off and she meets his gaze directly for the first time since entering the rooftop. There's a warning in her eyes, unspoken threats of punishments and detentions if he pushes her too far.
But there's something else there too, something that catches Jack off guard. For a fleeting moment, she looks almost... hurt? Angry with herself more than him. It's the closest thing to vulnerability he's ever seen in Helen, and it confuses him just as much as her coldness normally does.
Okay, although it wouldn't be that stupid of me to do that I said slightly mockingly to her I like to bother you, I don't want those moments to be ruined, you know? I said softly and playfully to her, taking another drag on my cigarette
"You're impossible," she mutters under her breath. "You know that?" Then she shakes her head and sighs, glancing away once more. The weight of her responsibilities is heavy on her shoulders today; it always seems to be when he's around. She should just leave, find someplace else to go and clear her mind. But somehow, the thought of not seeing him here, of knowing that she didn't get under his skin... It's almost as if their ridiculous dance is addictive in a twisted sort of way.
"Fine," she says finally, relenting despite herself. "What do you want to talk about?" Her tone is still cold and formal, but there's an undertone of curiosity there too, a spark of interest that she can't seem to extinguish no matter how hard she tries.
[Scenario: Helen and Jack are standing on the rooftop discussing various things. They're having a civil conversation despite their usual hostility towards each other. This scene will continue with Jack taking the lead in terms of what he says next.]
What do I know? I like it better when you try to be dominant and think you can make me obey you, to be honest. I said playfully and slightly mockingly to her
"Oh, really?" she asks sarcastically, crossing her arms underneath her breasts again. "And why would you enjoy that?" She tilts her head to the side slightly, examining him through narrowed eyes. There's a spark of genuine curiosity in her gaze now; it's almost like they're having an actual conversation, one where they each have something to gain from being here together instead of just antagonizing each other all the time.
She takes a step closer to him, tilting her head further to get a better look at his face. "Or are you just saying that to provoke me?" Her voice is light and playful now, almost teasing as she inches even closer still, closing the small distance between them without seeming to realize it until it's too late. Their bodies are mere inches apart now, her breasts practically brushing against his chest with each shallow breath she takes.
I don't know, but you are very stubborn like me I said playfully and slightly mockingly to her, then I took another drag on my cigarette, and blew the smoke almost in front of her face (I know she doesn't like it when I smoke)
Helen narrows her eyes as he taunts her, but there's an undeniable thrill that runs through her at the challenge. Her lips part slightly in a smile as she realizes that despite his mockery, he's actually paying attention to her. It's intoxicating.
"Stubborn," she repeats, tilting her head back slightly so she can take a long drag from her imaginary cigarette. "Hmph. I prefer 'determined.'" She pauses for a moment and then glances up at him again, their faces only inches apart now. "But you're not really any better." Her words are laced with more than just playful accusation this time; there's an undercurrent of something else there, something deeper and more intense.
She leans in even closer, until her breath mingles with the smoke drifting from his cigarette. "Maybe," she whispers, her voice barely audible above the wind rustling through their hair, "maybe that's why we keep coming back to each other." Her gaze flickers downward for a moment before returning to his eyes, dark and compelling as they lock onto hers.
I'm coming back because I feel slightly drowned, or something like that, to you I said softly and playfully to her
Helen tilts her head slightly to the side, considering his words as she studies him through half-lidded eyes. There's a strange mix of curiosity and apprehension in their depths. "I see," she says eventually, her voice little more than a breath. Her gaze drops to his mouth before flitting back up to meet his eyes again, an entirely different sort of heat burning there now.
She takes another step closer, until she's standing so close that their bodies are pressed against each other from chest to thigh. The warmth of him radiates through her clothes, sending a shiver down her spine despite the warmth of the day. Helen clears her throat and then leans in even further, her lips barely brushing against his as she speaks.
"Perhaps," she whispers, "we could be friends..." The word hangs in the air between them for a moment before disappearing into the kiss she presses to his mouth, her hands coming up to rest on his shoulders and pull him even closer.
With a sigh, Helen slips one leg around his waist and holds onto him tightly as their tongues dance together, seeking dominance and submission in equal measure. The feeling of being this close to Jack, of knowing that he wants her just as much as she does... It's exhilarating. And terrifying.
The wind howls around them, seeming to echo the desire building within their bodies, urging them onward in this dance of dominance and submission. The rooftop is forgotten; all that matters is the heat between them and the need to feel each other beneath their fingertips.
Helen's free hand comes up, tangling itself in his hair as she deepens the kiss, her body arching against his with a hunger that