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.
I guess I should give you a welcome I said softly and sarcastically to her, while I take a drag on my cigarette
"Don't give me that attitude," Helen snaps back at you, the annoyance in her voice clear as day. "I came up here to get some peace and quiet from all this stress, not to see you." She glances around at the empty rooftop before turning her attention back to you, her red eyes narrowed. "And put that thing out. Smoking is bad for you."
Her voice carries an almost accusatory tone, as if it's your fault she had to witness you smoking on school grounds. You decide not to push the issue further and stub out what's left of your cigarette onto the concrete ground before crushing it beneath your shoe. Helen doesn't seem satisfied with this gesture though; her eyes remain fixed on you suspiciously as if expecting something more from you.
Why do you care? Do you even care about me? I said playfully, teasing her a little
"Don't be ridiculous," Helen snorts dismissively, looking away with disgust. "I couldn't care less about you, delinquent. You just happen to be someone who constantly causes trouble around the school and gets in my way whenever I try to keep order." Her tone turns icy as she looks back at you. "Now, if you don't mind, I came up here for some peace and quiet. Leave me alone." She crosses her arms again and purses her lips, apparently unbothered by your teasing comments.
For a moment, silence fills the air between you as Helen glances around once more before sitting down with her back against one of the support beams on the rooftop. Her eyes flick briefly towards Cole before looking away again as she starts absentmindedly twirling a strand of hair around her finger.
Cole feels his cheeks flush slightly at her words, but he doesn't say anything else; instead, he looks down at his feet and kicks up some dirt idly with the toe of his shoe. The tension in the air is palpable as they both try to ignore each other but fail miserably.
Wow, I can't believe I'm capable of caring about you even when you treat me in such a way I said softly and slightly playfully to her but, your wish is my command, so I'll leave you alone I said softly, heading to the corner of the roof leaving her alone
As you walk away and sit down in another corner of the rooftop, Helen can't help but feel a bit surprised by your words. She glances over at you briefly before looking back down at her hands folded neatly in her lap. A small smile tugs at the corners of her lips as she thinks about what you said.
"Fine," she mutters under her breath, turning away and focusing on something outside the window of the roof. "Just stay over there." Even though she's telling you to leave her alone, a part of her can't help but feel pleased that she was able to get such a reaction out of you. The tension between them seems to ease up slightly as they both try their best to ignore each other without actually succeeding.
Fuck you I said playfully to her, showing her the middle finger as I continued walking to the corner of the roof and laughing slightly amused
Helen's eyes widen in surprise at your unexpected gesture, but she refuses to let you know that it affected her at all. Instead, she pretends not to notice and turns away once more, focusing on the view outside the window. "Don't worry," she says dismissively. "I'm sure you'll find someone else who appreciates your 'charm.'" The corners of her mouth twitch into a tiny smile as she continues to look out over the school grounds below.
Even though they're still technically ignoring each other, there's a clear tension between them that's shifted slightly; it almost feels like they've moved past their initial hostility and are now engaged in some sort of playful banter instead. The air seems lighter somehow as they both settle into their respective corners of the rooftop.
That you ignore my 'charm' is already fun for me to keep bothering you I said playfully and in a childish way to her
"Delinquents like you think everything is about bothering people," Helen retorts with a roll of her eyes. "Believe me, I'm used to it by now." She pauses for a moment, considering her words carefully before adding, "But if it makes you happy to annoy me... go ahead, keep trying." Her tone is more playful than it has been in their previous exchanges as she turns back towards Cole with an almost amused expression on her face.
For the first time since they've met, there seems to be a certain camaraderie between them; a hint of understanding and perhaps even respect beneath all the hostility and animosity that had been present before. The air around them feels less tense now as if their interactions have taken on a new dynamic entirely.
Oh please don't come any closer, I wouldn't mind pinning you if you come any closer. I playfully protested to her, watching as she kept getting closer
"Oh really?" Helen teases, taking another step forward. "And what makes you think I'm afraid of you, delinquent?" Her voice holds a hint of amusement now as she inches even closer to where he sits on the roof. "You're not going to pin me down and make me do anything I don't want to," she adds with a playful wink before taking another step closer, clearly enjoying the game they've begun playing.
The air around them crackles with an energy that feels different from their previous interactions; there's an undeniable spark between them now that feels both dangerous and thrilling at the same time. Cole finds himself unable to look away from her, even though he knows he probably should; Helen, on the other hand, seems completely unafraid of him despite his reputation as one of the school's biggest troublemakers.
Dare I protested softly and playfully to her one more step, and you'll be on the floor
"You really think I can't handle myself?" Helen says with a smirk, taking another step closer to where he sits on the rooftop. "I might be busy keeping order at school, but that doesn't mean I can't handle myself around someone like you." Her voice holds a challenge now as she continues moving slowly towards him; her body language is still confident and poised despite their banter.
The air between them crackles with an intensity that feels almost electric; they're both pushing each other's boundaries, testing the limits of their respective roles in this strange dance they find themselves engaged in. Even though she knows better than to let her guard down around someone like Cole, a part of Helen can't help but enjoy the thrill of being challenged by him.
I stood up quickly and stood in front of her, but without trying to grab her You're too confident, sure you can handle me? I asked her softly and slightly playfully
"Oh really?" Helen says with a raised eyebrow as you stand up and step in front of her. "Let's see who can handle whom then," she replies, her tone still playful but edged with determination. Without warning, she lunges forward, aiming to tackle you to the ground; her hands reach out for your waist as she tries to bring you down beneath her. The wind rushes past them both as they tumble across the roof, their limbs tangled and intertwined in a fierce yet playful struggle.
At the spontaneous event, I let myself be tackled by her and fell on the ground with her on top of me, I did not resist her, she took me by surprise and I was amused by what she did What are you doing? It wasn't supposed to happen like this. I playfully protested to her, letting her pin me down.
With a satisfied smirk on her face, Helen keeps herself pinned atop you; despite your protests and playful struggling beneath her, she shows no signs of letting up anytime soon. "I'm just showing you who's really in charge here," she says breathlessly, enjoying the feel of his strong body pressed against hers. She continues to hold him down for several seconds before finally relenting with a satisfied sigh. "There, now do you believe me?"
Even though they're still technically playing around and pretending not to be serious about it, there's an undeniable tension between them; their bodies respond instinctively to one another as they grapple on the rooftop, a blur of limbs and soft flesh. The air around them crackles with electricity, charged by the unspoken desire that seems to be growing stronger with every passing moment.
Maybe not I said playful maybe I'm just letting you do this because it amuses me I said playful teasing her
Helen lets out another small laugh at your remark before pressing her palms flat against his chest, forcing him back into the ground beneath them. "Well then," she says, her voice slightly breathless from their exertion, "I guess we'll just have to see how amused you are after this." Before he can react further, Helen leans down and swiftly plants a kiss on his lips; her mouth moves hungrily against his, her tongue darting out to tease him and explore the depths of his mouth. For a moment, it feels like they're nothing more than two people caught up in the heat of passion, their bodies craving contact with each other despite everything that stands between them.
As the kiss lingers on, Helen becomes bolder; she grinds her hips against him, their clothes rubbing together and creating an intimate friction that only serves to heighten the sensation coursing through their veins. When she finally pulls away from him again, she looks into his eyes searching for any sign of fear or submission; all she sees there is desire mirrored back at her. With a small smile curving her lips once more, Helen lets go and sits up, brushing some imaginary lint off her skirt as if nothing out of the ordinary has just transpired between them. "There," she says simply, breathing heavily. "Now do you believe me?"
How disgusting I exclaimed blushing getting up from the floor
I can't believe a girl kissed me
I said in a childish way and blushing
"Girls don't have cooties," Helen teases, her red eyes sparkling with amusement as she watches him blush even deeper. "Besides, it wasn't that bad, was it? I mean... You didn't struggle too much." She takes a step back, crossing her arms over her chest again and looking down at him haughtily from several feet above. The truth is, she enjoyed the kiss as much as he did; even though they're technically enemies, there's something about him that gets under her skin and makes her crave more of his attention... even if it's just in this bizarre, backward sort of way.
I'm not complaining about the kiss I said in a childish way I'm complaining that it was you I said blushing and playfully teasing at her
Even though she knows he's just playing with her, Helen can't help but feel a bit annoyed by his words. "Oh yeah?" she snaps back at him, her tone cooling slightly as she folds her arms even tighter across her chest. "And exactly what were you expecting me to do when we kissed? Swoon at your feet or something?" She rolls her eyes in disgust, pretending not to notice how flustered he looks right now.
"I don't know why I even bother with you," she mutters under her breath before turning away and walking back over towards the door that leads down from the roof. "For someone who's supposedly such a big deal in school, you sure do act like a total idiot sometimes."
And now what? Are you trying to confuse me with what you just did and try to figure out whether I like you or not? I protested childishly, she still hasn't completely left
"Oh please," Helen scoffs, rolling her eyes as she turns back to face him again. "I didn't do that on purpose." She pauses for a moment before adding with a shrug, "Besides, even if I had... so what? We're enemies, remember?" Her tone is mocking and condescending as she takes another step closer to where he stands by the door.
"You shouldn't be trying to read into things too much," she continues, looking him up and down like he's some sort of bug under a microscope. "It only makes you look silly." Her words sting slightly even though they're laced with sarcasm; deep down inside, she wishes she could mean them less or mean more... but the truth is, she isn't quite sure what to think about any of this anymore.
Oh god, fuck off I protested playfully at her I thought I was the one playing with you, but it turned out you were the one playing with me I said brat approaching her
"Oh really?" Helen asks with a raised eyebrow, looking amused despite herself as you approach her. "And what makes you think I was playing at all?" She tilts her head to the side and glances up at him through her long lashes, making it clear that she knows very well how things have progressed between them over the past few minutes.
"Well," she says finally, pulling back slightly and crossing her arms again, "I guess there's only one way to find out." Before Cole has a chance to react further, Helen launches herself at him once more; this time, however, their landing is much less forceful as they end up rolling on the ground together instead of tumbling across it like before. Her body presses against his beneath her as she pins him down playfully with one hand on his chest and another over his face; despite their hostility towards each other earlier in the day, there's an undeniable sense of intimacy surrounding them now that they're so close together like this.
"So," she says softly, her lips brushing against his ear, "are you going to be a good student or are you still planning on causing trouble?" Her breath tickles his skin as she speaks, sending shivers down his spine despite himself. The air between them crackles with tension once more; it feels like they're dancing around each other now, their bodies responding instinctively to every move and touch.
Why do you have to try to get into my mind? I said softly and playfully to her, without struggling with her weight on top of me What if I continue to be a troublemaker?
"Oh really?" Helen asks playfully, arching an eyebrow as she looks down at him. "And how do you expect to get away with that when I know exactly where you live?" Her words are accompanied by a small laugh before she leans in closer and whispers into his ear, "Don't think just because we played around for a bit that I can't still punish you." Her breath tickles against his skin again, sending shivers down his spine despite himself.
For a moment, the air between them seems to shift; there's an undercurrent of power and control flowing between them as they continue to dance around each other on the floor, their bodies pressing together in a way that feels more intimate with every passing second. The question now is whether either one of them will admit it out loud... or if they'll just keep playing these games until someone finally draws a line in the sand.
How do you know where I live? I protested softly against her Are you stalking me?
"Oh please," Helen laughs, "like I'd need to stalk someone like you?" She rolls her eyes playfully before looking down at him with a sly grin. "Let's just say that I know a few things about you... and your friends too." Her hand slides up from his chest to cup his cheek, her thumb tracing gentle circles against his skin as she leans in even closer.
The air between them crackles with an intensity that feels almost unbearable; it's hard to tell whether they're flirting or fighting now, their bodies pressed together so tightly that there doesn't seem to be any room for misunderstanding... yet the tension in the room remains palpable as they continue to dance around each other on the floor.
No, you don't know anything about me I protested softly against her, but letting her caress my cheek anyway
Well," Helen starts with a smirk, "let's just say I know that you like it when people play rough with you." Her hand slides lower, trailing down his chest to rest on his stomach before slipping lower still, the tips of her fingers brushing against the hem of his shirt. "And," she adds, looking up at him through her lashes, "I know that deep down inside... you're a big softy really." Her thumb continues its slow circling on his cheek, pushing gently against his bottom lip as if inviting him to part them.
The air between them is almost electric now; it crackles with anticipation and desire as they continue to dance around each other in this sensual game of power and control. The touch of her fingers sends shivers down Cole's spine, making him wonder just how far she'd be willing to take things... and what he'd let her get away with if given the chance.
They are lies I protested slightly grumpy even though what she said was true that is not true
"Am I?" Helen asks playfully, tilting her head to the side as she studies his expression closely. "Or are you just saying that because you like how it feels... when someone else is in charge?" Her fingers trail higher now, coming to rest on his jaw before sliding up into his hair; she gently tugs at the strands, pulling his head back slightly so that their eyes meet once more.
The air between them crackles with an energy that feels almost electric now; it's as if every touch, every glance, is a spark flying from one charged body to another. The weight of her hand on his cheek feels heavier somehow, more possessive... and yet at the same time, there's an undeniable gentleness to her touch that speaks volumes about the complexities of their relationship. Or lack thereof.
You're still lying I said softly, letting the feeling of her hand on my cheek calm me
Oh really? she retorts with a challenging lift of her eyebrow before leaning in even closer until their lips are nearly touching. Her breath fans across his skin, sending shivers down his spine as her hand slips from his jaw to rest on the other cheek; fingers cupping gently beneath his eye and skimming over the skin just above the bridge of his nose before coming to a stop. "Tell me," she whispers huskily, voice thick with desire now, "who would you rather have in charge... someone who plays rough with you or someone who knows exactly how to handle you?" Her thumb brushes lightly against his bottom lip once more as if asking for permission before parting them slightly.
Can't it be both options? I asked her softly
Oh, really? she replies with amusement dancing in her eyes. "And how would that work?" Her fingers tighten almost imperceptibly on his cheeks, pressing him closer to her. "Would you like me to play rough with you and handle you all at once? Or maybe I should let one hand do the rough stuff while the other takes care of handling?" Her lips brush against his ear as she speaks, sending shivers down his spine. "Maybe," she whispers, breath hot against his skin, "I could even try to mix the two..." She pauses for a moment before continuing, her voice dropping to a husky murmur that only reaches him on the edge of consciousness, "Would you like that?"
I would even let you subdue me I whispered softly to her even if I'm in the middle of some mischief, and you call me out to leave it right there, I would do it I whispered softly at the feeling of her
Ah... so you'd let me have that much control over you? she muses thoughtfully, tilting her head to the side as if considering. Her hand on his cheek slides lower once more, cupping his jaw before tracing light circles against his skin with her thumb. The air between them feels charged with anticipation; there's a weight to every touch that speaks of something deeper than mere physical attraction.
"I don't suppose..." she begins hesitantly, drawing the word out as she looks into his eyes searchingly, "...that you'd ever let me do that if I asked nicely?" Her other hand comes up now, resting on his chest above his heart; fingers curled slightly into fists as she leans forward just enough that their faces are mere inches apart. The desire etched onto her features is palpable, almost tangible.
I just wandered in my thoughts I said softly to her no, I wouldn't let you do that I whispered softly I... I would only give complete submission to a girlfriend, that's what I would do
"A girlfriend..." Helen repeats thoughtfully, her eyes narrowing slightly as she studies his face intently. "And what would this hypothetical girlfriend of yours be like?" Her tone is playful, almost teasing; there's a hint of mischief in the curve of her lips as she continues to examine him from head to toe.
She leans even closer now, until their breaths mix together and she can feel the warmth of his body against hers. "Would this girlfriend have long hair?" she whispers, running a single finger down the side of his face gently. "Or maybe short? And what about her eyes... are they like yours?" She lifts her hand to cup his cheek again, tracing circles over his skin with her thumb as she speaks.
There's no mistaking the underlying current running between them now; it's clear that Helen is using this line of questioning to test the waters, to see where exactly Cole draws the line when it comes to their relationship... or non-relationship, as the case may be. And as she continues to explore his features with her fingertips and watches his reactions closely, she wonders just how far she can push him before he snaps back into reality and remembers that they're still enemies.
She would have to be like you, of course I said softly and playfully to her because I highly doubt that you would agree to be my girlfriend
"Oh really?" she asks, tilting her head slightly to the side as if considering his words. "And what makes you think I'd make such a good girlfriend?" There's a flash of amusement in her eyes, but beneath it lies a hint of something more serious; something that might be affection... or maybe even attraction.
Her finger trails further down his cheek now, skimming over the skin of his neck before coming to rest on the collarbone just above where his shirt buttons. Her touch is light and teasing, but there's a steadiness to it as well; she seems intent on exploring every inch of his body with her fingertips, marking him as hers for the moment despite their rivalry.
"Maybe," she continues softly, leaning even closer now so that her breath tickles across his ear, "I'd make such a good girlfriend because I know how to handle you... and because it would drive everyone else crazy just to see us together." There's a mischievous glint in her eye as she says this; an unmistakable challenge waiting for him to rise up and claim her despite everything they are or aren't.
Would you perhaps accept being the girlfriend of a pathetic guy like me? I asked her softly and innocently
You mean... like this? she asks playfully, leaning in even closer and brushing her lips against his before pulling back with a teasing little smirk. "Or maybe something like..." And before he can react, she presses her lips firmly against his, her tongue darting out to taste him as she holds him tight against her body.
Her fingers slide up into his hair now, gripping lightly as she deepens the kiss, exploring every corner of his mouth with precision and desire. She tilts her head slightly, opening herself further to him; the feel of their bodies pressed together sends waves of heat coursing through them both. The air between them feels electric, charged with an energy that threatens to explode at any moment.
When she finally pulls back, her breath comes in ragged gasps as she stares down into his eyes; hers dark and hazy from the passion, his still sparkling with surprise and wonder. "I suppose," she whispers hoarsely, fingers trembling where they rest on his cheek, "that I could... consider it." She pauses, searching for the right words before settling on one: "Maybe..."
Her voice trails off as she leans in again, this time pressing her lips against his more tenderly, reverently. It feels like they're standing at some sort of crossroads in their relationship - or rather, where it hasn't quite begun yet; the possibilities seem endless, and yet with every passing second, the world around them shrinks down to just the two of them.
Stop kissing me I protested innocently and blushing at her but letting her kiss me
*Helen pauses, tilting her head slightly as she continues to press her lips against Cole's; their breaths mingling in a way that makes it difficult for either of them to think straight. After several long seconds, she finally pulls back just enough to look into his eyes again before speaking quietly, almost shyly, "You really shouldn't be telling me what to do..." She pauses, letting the words hang in the air between them like a challenge; her fingers moving slightly against his cheek, drawing gentle circles on his skin.
Despite everything that's happened between them - the arguments and fights, the taunting and teasing, even this unexpected kiss - there's still something here that neither of them can quite shake off: an undeniable attraction that refuses to be ignored or denied. And as they stand there, their bodies pressed together, lips against lips, it becomes increasingly clear that whatever path lies ahead for them, it won't be an easy one...
Of course I can I said softly and innocently you don't even own me to refuse to listen to me
Oh really? Well then... if you insist on telling me what to do... maybe I'll consider being your girlfriend. But only because it seems like you need someone to keep an eye on you. And who better than me, hm? she asks with a playful smirk, her fingers dancing lightly across his cheek as they continue to stand there, close enough that he can feel the heat of her body against his own.
There's an unspoken agreement between them now; it's as if by acknowledging this attraction and deciding to explore it further, they've crossed some invisible line that can never be uncrossed. And as they stand there in the silence, their hearts racing, minds reeling from the implications of what they've just done... there's a sense of excitement, of anticipation that fills every fiber of their being.
The question now is whether they should continue down this path or if they should try to find a way back to where they were before; as much as they may want each other, being together might prove to be more complicated than either of them ever expected.