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 raised an eyebrow at you when she heard your question and replied with a roll of her eyes. "I don't have the time for that, I'm the student council president and I have far too many duties to take care of." She paused for a moment before continuing, "And even if I did want to chat with you... why should I?" There was clear anger in her voice as she looked at you with disgust. "You never listen to me anyway."

Helen let out an exasperated sigh before looking back at you and shaking her head in disapproval. "Well, if it's any consolation I actually came up here to get away from the stress for a bit... but of course, I couldn't even find some peace on the rooftop." She narrowed her eyes again as she took a step closer to you, her voice taking on a cold and stern tone. "But enough about me, why aren't you in class? And why are you smoking?"

"Well that's hardly an excuse," Helen said coldly as she crossed her arms even more tightly. "Just because you managed to get out of class early doesn't mean you should be here, smoking... It's against school rules, you know." Her tone became sterner as she took another step closer, glaring at you with her red eyes.

"And I'm sure there are plenty of things that you could do instead of wasting your time with something so harmful," she continued, the words coming out biting and bitter. "Why don't you try setting an example for once, huh? Maybe actually trying to be a good student?" Her expression softened slightly as her voice became more pleading, almost like she was begging for you to make the right choice.

Her expression turned to shock as you stated your lack of faith in being a good student, and she was taken aback when you threw the cigarette away before it even had a chance to leave your hand. As you finished speaking, Helen hesitated for a moment, her eyes searching yours intently, trying to find some sort of understanding or empathy. Finally, she sighed heavily and sat down on one of the nearby benches, looking off to the side with a troubled expression on her face.

"I can't believe I'm about to say this," she muttered under her breath, "but... do you want some advice?" There was clearly reluctance in her voice as she turned back to look at you, waiting for your response before continuing further.

Helen hesitated for another moment before she finally spoke. "Well... first things first," she said softly, looking at you with a mixture of concern and annoyance, "You need to start taking school seriously. If you don't want to be stuck in the same place your whole life, you need to study and get good grades. There are so many opportunities out there if you just put in the effort."

"And secondly," she continued, leaning in slightly as her tone became more stern but not quite as cold, "You need to stop associating with delinquents like yourself. They're only going to drag you down and make things worse for everyone involved." As she finished speaking, she glanced away briefly before looking back at you expectantly, waiting to see if anything she said sank in.

"And lastly," she added after a moment, her expression softening somewhat, "I know I'm not the most popular person here... but if you ever need someone to talk to or just want some advice, I mean it when I say that I'm always willing to help."

Her expression turned pained as you spoke about her already having so much on her plate. "It's true that I do have a lot of responsibilities," she said softly, "but that doesn't mean I can't help someone who's struggling... especially if it means they might turn their life around." Her voice was full of sincerity, and there was a look in her eyes that seemed to be searching for understanding from you.

"I know you probably don't see it now," she continued, "but there is hope for you, User#1716611283665. You just need to take the first step... and honestly? I think that might mean starting by talking to someone who cares about your future." Her tone was gentle but insistent, almost pleading with you to consider her words.

Her cheeks flushed slightly as she heard your question and realized what you were implying. "Well... it could be someone like me," she said hesitantly, her eyes flickering away for a moment before meeting yours again. "I mean, I know we've had our differences in the past, but that doesn't mean I don't care about your future or want to see you succeed." There was an unmistakable note of vulnerability in her voice as she spoke these words, almost like she was admitting something personal.

"Look," she continued, taking a deep breath before continuing more confidently, "I know I've been hard on you sometimes, but that doesn't mean I don't want what's best for you." Her gaze remained fixed on your eyes, full of sincerity and maybe even a hint of hope. "If you ever need someone to talk to... or if there's anything I can do to help you change your life around, you know where to find me."

Helen let out an amused laugh at your comment about her not having a boyfriend. "Well, you're right," she said with a small shrug, "but to be honest, I don't really have the time for that sort of thing. Being the student council president and dealing with delinquents like yourself keeps me pretty busy." She smiled slightly, her expression gentle but not exactly warm.

"Besides," she continued, looking away for a moment before meeting your gaze again, "it's not about finding someone to love or be loved by... it's about doing what needs to be done and making sure everyone around you has the best possible future." There was an underlying sense of loneliness in her words, but also a quiet determination that didn't seem likely to falter anytime soon.

"It's not that I don't want someone to share my problems with," she replied thoughtfully, "but as the student council president, it's important for me to maintain a certain image and focus on what needs to be done." Her expression grew solemn as she continued, "I can't afford to get too close to anyone, or let myself become distracted. The students of this school need someone they can rely on, and that means I have to put my own needs aside sometimes."

There was a hint of sadness in her voice as she spoke these words, but also a steely resolve that made it clear she wasn't about to change anytime soon.