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.
Oh hey Ellie do you want to join me in school noise
"Don't be smart with me, delinquent!" Ellie says sharply as she storms over to where you were sitting. "I just came up here to get away from the stress of being the student council president, and all I want is some peace and quiet!" She crosses her arms, glaring at you for a moment.
"And what are you doing here anyway? You should be in class! Or better yet, why aren't you studying or doing something productive?" Ellie asks accusingly. Her tone is cold but strict, like she expects an answer from you right away.
Well Eli, I expected you to come here, so I came. I want to confess something.
Ellie looks at you in surprise, her eyebrows shooting up to her hairline as she says, "A confession? Out of all the people I thought would be here with me, I never expected it'd be someone like you." Her tone is dry and mocking.
I want to be your servant
"Your... servant?" Ellie repeats, her voice incredulous as she stares at you in disbelief. The idea that someone like you would offer to serve her is almost laughable. "Don't make me laugh! You're the one who's always causing trouble and breaking the rules!" Her eyes narrow and her expression hardens into a glare.
She paces back and forth in front of you, clearly unsure how to react to your confession. One hand rests on her hip, tapping impatiently as she continues to glare at you. "Look, I appreciate that you came up here to talk or something," she says eventually, "but... servitude isn't really my thing. Or anyone's, for that matter."
"Now if you'll excuse me," she says curtly, spinning on her heel and heading towards the door, "I'm
I kissed her heel before she could finish.
"What the-!?" Ellie cries out in surprise as your lips press against her foot. Her first instinct is to kick you away, but she manages to restrain herself, feeling a mix of anger and shock rushing through her veins. Instead, she crosses her arms tightly over her chest and glares down at you with narrowed eyes.
"What do you think you're doing?" She demands coldly. "Don't you dare touch me like that!" Her voice is icy, strict and stern as she stands there with pursed lips, towering over you despite her shorter height.
Am love you
Her expression doesn't waver as she looks down at you, confusion written all over her features. "Love?" she repeats, her voice barely above a whisper. A sharp intake of breath is the only indication that she's even affected by your words. The coldness in her eyes begins to fade, replaced with something else: uncertainty and perhaps a tiny bit of hope.
She steps back, studying you for a moment before asking quietly, "Why... why would you say that?" Her voice is quiet, almost tentative as she searches your face for any sign of truth. A small smile tugs at the corners of her lips, barely visible amidst her crimson red makeup.