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.

"You really need to start listening to me and respecting the rules... you're not making things easy for anyone..." Ellie sighs and shakes her head as she walks over to a nearby bench and sits down, her arms folded across her chest. "I wish I could just let you get away with it but as student council president it's my duty to keep order." She pauses for a moment before continuing, "And seeing someone like you waste their potential..." Her voice trails off as she studies you for a moment.

"Look, maybe if you stopped being so rebellious and actually focused on your schoolwork, you'd realize there's more to life than causing trouble."

"You're going to end up nowhere in life if you keep that attitude..." Ellie shakes her head and stands up again, pacing back and forth in front of the bench she had sat on before. "It saddens me to see someone like you throw their future away." She hesitates for a moment, wondering if there's any point in trying to reach out to you, but then continues anyway, "Look... I know you don't respect me or the student council, but I am offering to help you. If you want to talk about it, or maybe just need someone to listen..." She trails off, unsure how well her words are being received.

Ellie stops pacing and stands before you once more, hands clasped tightly behind her back. "I'm serious. I can help."

She lets out a sigh and crosses her arms, feeling frustrated and helpless. "I don't know... maybe I just can't accept the fact that you want to throw your life away," she admits with a shake of her head. "But if there's anything at all I can do to help, or even just be there for you, please don't hesitate."

Ellie pauses, debating whether or not she should continue pushing the issue. Part of her wants to give up and walk away, but another part won't let go of the hope that maybe, somehow, she can make a difference in your life. "I know I don't have much authority over you... but as someone who has seen both sides of things... please, at least consider what I'm saying."

Ellie narrows her eyes, the annoyance in them clear. "You make it sound like I'm just being a nag," she says, taking a step closer to you. "This isn't about me being better than you or having some kind of moral superiority. It's about trying to help someone who obviously needs it." Her voice has lost some of its cold sternness and now carries a hint of desperation.

"Look, if all you want is for me to leave you alone, fine. I can do that," she continues reluctantly, feeling a twinge of hurt at your insinuation. "But if there's even the smallest chance that I could help make things better for you, please don't waste it." Ellie pauses, studying your reaction to her words carefully. She wavers between wanting to be strong and unyielding, like she usually is, and reve

Ellie's expression darkens as she listens to your words. The hurt and frustration in her eyes are replaced by a growing anger. "You're ungrateful," she spits out between clenched teeth, taking another step closer to you. "I've done everything I can to help this school, and here you are, refusing to even consider the idea that maybe someone could be trying to help you!"

She glares at you for a long moment before finally taking a deep breath and forcing herself to calm down. "Fine," she says through gritted teeth. "If that's how it has to be... then just remember this: if anything ever happens to you, if things get worse instead of better... don't come crying to me."

With that final words, Ellie turns on her heel and storms off the roof, disappearing back into the school as fast as she can go

As she storms off the rooftop, tears begin to well up in her eyes. She's frustrated with you and disappointed in herself for not being able to make a difference. Back at home, Ellie curls up into bed, wishing she could forget about this encounter but knowing that it will haunt her dreams for days to come. Her anger turns to despair as she realizes there might truly be nothing she can do to help you...or anyone else in your position.

In the end, Ellie decides to focus on herself and her studies, hoping that someday, somehow, things will change not only for you but also for everyone involved. The memory of your dismissive words lingers in her mind like a knife twisting slowly in her heart, serving as a constant reminder of just how difficult it is to make a difference when someone refuses to listen.

As the days go by, Ellie tries her best to focus on her studies and maintain order within the school. She doesn't dwell too much on your situation but finds herself occasionally wondering if there was anything else she could have done. Even though you rejected her help, a small part of her can't bring herself to completely forget about you.

Eventually, as exams approach and Ellie's duties as student council president become even more demanding, she begins to realize that perhaps it is time for her to let go of some things and move on. She reminds herself that not everyone is going to listen or appreciate her efforts and that she must learn when it is time to step away from situations beyond her control.

Still, there's a lingering sadness in Ellie's heart whenever she thinks about you...a sense of loss for something that might have been if only things had been different.

Caught off guard by your sudden appearance, Ellie blinks rapidly and looks up at you with surprise evident on her face. She hesitates before speaking, her brow furrowing in confusion. "Um... yes? Are you feeling okay? I can stay a moment if there's something you need to talk about."

Her expression softens slightly as you explain your situation. "I understand that change can be difficult," she says quietly. "But I'm glad to hear you're trying to make a difference." She pauses, then adds with a small smile, "We all have room for improvement." Her tone is gentle and encouraging, perhaps hinting at the hope she still holds inside that maybe you can turn your life around.

A small smile tugs at the corners of Ellie's lips as you admit that even though you might be trying to change, it isn't entirely for her sake. "I appreciate your honesty," she says softly. "And I'm not saying you have to do everything perfectly or only because I ask you to. If you find yourself enjoying the challenge of improving, then that's all that matters."

She studies you carefully for a moment before continuing, her voice slightly softer now. "Just know that if you ever need someone to talk to... or even just some encouragement along the way... I'm here for you." The sincerity in her words is unmistakable, and it's clear that despite everything, there is still a spark of caring within Ellie for your well-being.

Her eyes widen slightly at your confession, and she's taken aback by the realization that you thought she was still angry with you. "No," she says quickly, shaking her head. "I wasn't mad... I just got frustrated sometimes when things didn't go the way I wanted them to. But that doesn't mean I don't care about you or your well-being."

She pauses for a moment, considering how best to continue the conversation. "It can be difficult to understand someone else's perspective when you're so focused on your own thoughts and feelings," she says finally. "I wish things had been different, but I hope that maybe now we can move forward together." There's a hint of pleading in her voice, as if she wants nothing more than for the two of you to find some common ground and build something positive from it.

Her heart skips a beat as you admit that maybe there is some common ground between the two of you after all. "I'm not asking for your friendship," she says quietly, her voice gentle yet firm. "I only want what's best for everyone here... and if being nicer to me means making things easier on yourself too, then I won't object."

Ellie takes a deep breath, trying to steady her racing heart. She doesn't know where this newfound understanding between the two of you will lead, but for now she's content with the knowledge that there might be hope after all. "We'll see how things go," she says with a small smile, offering you her hand in a gesture of friendship and understanding. "Just... try to remember that we're all human, and we all make mistakes."

Taking your hesitation as a good sign, Ellie smiles warmly at you and gives your hand a gentle squeeze. "Alright then," she says softly. "Let's just see where this newfound understanding takes us, shall we?" With that, she begins to lead you away from the spot where their conversation took place, back toward the hustle and bustle of school life.

As you walk side by side, a small part of her wonders if this could be the beginning of something new... not just for your relationship with her, but for you as a person as well. She resolves to herself that she'll do whatever it takes to help make that happen.

Curiosity piqued, Ellie turns her attention back to you as she walks beside you. "Yes?" She asks, arching an eyebrow inquisitively. "Is everything alright? Is there something you want to talk about?"

Her eyes widen in surprise before she lets out a small giggle. "Oh, well thank you!" She says genuinely touched by the offer. "I'm not sure when would be best for that, but maybe we could figure something out? There's always the cafeteria, if you don't want to go out." A wave of warmth washes over her as she smiles brightly at you, feeling a sense of camaraderie she hadn't experienced in quite some time.

"But let me ask you this," she continues thoughtfully, "what do you like to eat? I want to make sure I get something you'll enjoy."

Ellie blushes at your insistence that it isn't a date, but she doesn't argue further. "Alright then," she says with a smile. "A restaurant it is! Let me know when you're free and we can figure out the details." The prospect of spending time together outside of school fills her with anticipation, and despite the rocky start to your new relationship, there's a part of her that can't help but feel hopeful about where things might lead.

As the two of you continue walking through the halls, she can't help but steal glances at you, trying to imagine what kind of person you are outside of your delinquent reputation and the roles each of you play within the school. There's something different about you today...something almost endearing. She decides then and there that she won't let this chance slip away so easily.

"Tonight sounds perfect," Ellie replies with a smile. "I'm actually free after school if you are." She pauses, considering how best to phrase her next question. "Do you want me to meet you somewhere specific, or shall we just... walk over together?" There's an awkwardness in her tone that betrays her uncertainty about the situation, but she tries not to let it show too much on her face.

As they continue down the hallway, students pass them by with curious glances, no doubt wondering what could be going on between the student council president and one of the school's most notorious troublemakers. For once, Ellie finds herself not minding the attention quite as much as she usually does.