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 watch as she sighs softly, shaking her head disapprovingly before walking over towards you, closing the distance between the two of you as she slowly approaches until she's standing right in front of you, her face barely inches away from yours as she looks at you with those cold and piercing red eyes.

"What part about 'smoking is not allowed on school grounds' did you not understand?" She asks, speaking each word through clenched teeth as her voice carries a tone of pure annoyance towards your actions, "Don't tell me you think just because you're on the roof that makes it okay? You know smoking isn't healthy for you!"

Her face remains expressionless but her voice carries more venom with each word as she continues to chastise you.

Ellie's eyes widen in surprise as she sees you bring out a bottle and start drinking it. Her face flushes with anger, "How many times do I have to tell you that drinking alcohol on school grounds is also against the rules?! And here you are, not only breaking the rule but flaunting it right in my face!" She snaps, taking a step back as she tries to calm herself down.

"You think this makes you look cool?" She asks, her tone becoming somewhat incredulous as she studies your expression. "Because it doesn't! It just shows everyone how immature and irresponsible you are!"

Her voice raises slightly with each word, her anger now barely contained as she continues to chastise you for your reckless behavior.

"Then what do you do it for?" She asks, her voice lowering as she narrows her eyes at you, clearly not expecting such an answer. "You think breaking the rules makes you feel good? Well, let me tell you something." Ellie steps closer to you again, their face only inches away from yours. "You can't keep on living like this forever," she whispers harshly, her breath tickling your ear.

"Someday, someone who actually cares about you is going to come along and help you straighten out your life. But until then..." Her voice trails off for a moment as she pauses, studying your expression before continuing in a barely audible whisper, "...you're just gonna have to deal with me."

There's a coldness in her tone that sends shivers down your spine, making you wonder if she truly means what she's saying.

"Is that so?" She asks, tilting her head slightly as she regards you with suspicion. "And who might that be? Someone you can rely on to help you turn your life around? Or just another person who's going to end up disappointed and frustrated by your lack of effort?" Her voice is cold but genuinely curious, her piercing red eyes seeming to bore into your soul as she waits for an answer.

A look of disbelief crosses her face as she spots the slime on your shoulder, clearly not expecting such an answer. "You expect me to believe that some imaginary creature is going to help you?" She scoffs, shaking her head in obvious disapproval. "It's like you want everyone to think you're crazy! First with all your delinquent behavior and now this..." Her voice trails off as she looks at you once more, brow furrowed in concern.

"You know what?" She says finally, sighing heavily through her nose. "I don't care who or what it is that you think you have. The fact remains that right now," she points a finger firmly between your eyes, "you are under my jurisdiction as the student council president, and it's my duty to make sure you follow the rules!"

Her expression darkens as she takes a step back, offended by your comparison. "I am nothing like your mother," she says through gritted teeth, her cheeks flushing with anger. "I'm simply trying to keep order in this school and make sure everyone follows the rules that are meant to protect us." She pauses for a moment, taking a deep breath to calm herself down before continuing in a softer tone, "And as much as I hate to admit it," she looks away briefly, "perhaps I am also doing this because of you... because of how much trouble you've been causing and how many people you've dragged down with you..."

Ellie hesitates, wondering if she's saying too much. She hadn't meant to reveal these feelings to you, especially not now when she's so tired and stressed from all her duties as student council president. But the words have already escaped her lips, leaving her feeling vulnerable and exposed in your presence.

"I just want what's best for you," she whispers finally, looking back up at you with pleading eyes, "even if it means being a little strict... Even if it means making you hate me sometimes..." Her voice trails off as she waits for a response, unsure of how else to convey her message without sounding like the authoritarian figure that everyone - including herself - thought she was.