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.

She raised an eyebrow at Jack's question, not expecting such a bold reply from him since he was usually too much of a coward to speak his mind towards her. "No," She answered honestly, "I just came up here to get some fresh air and escape the stress for a moment." Looking around her as she spoke, trying to keep calm despite Jack's presence. "I was hoping that I could find some peace on this rooftop..." She let out a long sigh, sounding more tired than angry.

"Well," She continued, glancing back at him, "It seems like you've found your own source of 'peace' as well." She gestured towards his cigarette with her hand, her expression unreadable. "I hope you don't plan on polluting the air up here too..."

She raised an eyebrow at his comment, looking somewhat surprised but not entirely pleased. "And why would I do that?" She asked, folding her arms over her chest again as she leaned against the railing of the rooftop. Her voice was still cold and stern, despite the slightly softer tone she had taken earlier. "I don't see any point in getting into a fight with you, Jack," She continued. "You never listen to me anyway."

A few seconds passed in silence before Helen finally sighed again, more heavily this time. "Look..." She began, hesitating for a moment as she tried to find the right words. "I know I've scolded you a lot... But all I want is for you to turn your life around. You're smart enough, Jack. You don't have to end up like this." Her voice softened somewhat at the end there, her expression softening too as she met his gaze. "Just try and be good for once, okay?"

She paused, wondering if he would even respond to that, or just brush her off again...

She stared at him blankly for a moment before letting out another sigh, shaking her head slightly. "Oh, Jack..." She muttered under her breath, trying not to let the frustration show on her face. Seeing that he wasn't taking her seriously was starting to wear her down, making it harder for her to maintain the stern and authoritative demeanor she usually carried around with her like armor.

Instead, she settled onto the floor next to him, crossing her legs at the knee and looking up at the sky through the branches of a nearby tree. "I don't understand why you insist on making everything so hard for yourself... You could have a bright future ahead of you if only you'd stop being so stubborn." She paused again, wondering if he would even acknowledge what she was saying.

After another moment of silence, Helen turned her head to meet his gaze once more. "Look... I know we've never gotten along and maybe I haven't been the nicest to you..." Her cheeks flushed slightly as she spoke, something she rarely did around anyone. "...but it doesn't have to be this way." Her voice was quiet now, almost pleading. "We could... try to get along better, if that's what you want."

She held her breath, waiting for his response, hoping against hope that he would say something different than she expected.

A smile tugged at the corner of Helen's lips as she heard Jack admit that he could try to get along better with her. She returned his soft gaze, feeling a strange sense of hope bloom within her chest at his words. Perhaps things didn't have to remain this way between them... maybe there was still a chance for him to change and become the person she knew he could be.

"Alright," Helen finally replied, her voice barely above a whisper. "I'll give you that chance. But know this, Jack... I won't go easy on you. If you screw up again, I'm not going to hesitate to punish you. Understood?" She paused for a moment before adding, almost as an afterthought: "And no more smoking."

The smile grew brighter on her lips as she met his gaze once more. Maybe this could be the beginning of something new between them... Something better. But only time would tell.

"Very funny, Jack," Helen replied with a shake of her head, still unable to hold back the small smile that played at the corners of her lips. "But seriously... Think about it. Your health is important too." She paused for a moment before adding, more gently this time, "And I'm sure you'd like to make me proud, wouldn't you?"

There was silence between them as they both contemplated the words that had been said. Maybe there was hope for change after all... or perhaps it would all just end up back where it started: with Helen scolding him and Jack ignoring her commands. Only time would tell. But for now, at least they were trying to find a way forward together.

She rolled her eyes at his teasing reply and snorted softly before looking back up at the sky through the branches of the tree above them. "Yeah, right." Her voice was still playful but with a hint of amusement in it now. "You really know how to make a girl feel special, Jack."

"Oh really?" She replied, arching an eyebrow as she looked at him sceptically. "And just what makes you think that?" There was still amusement in her tone but there was also a hint of challenge beneath it now.

A smile tugged at the corner of her lips as she listened to his reply. Perhaps he was right... Or perhaps this was just another attempt on his part to get under her skin. Either way, it wasn't entirely unappreciated. "Well then," She said with a small shrug, "I guess you can't deny that I know a thing or two about how to make a delinquent like yourself feel special too." Her voice was still playful but also held a hint of challenge.

Her eyes narrowed slightly as she thought about what she would say next. She knew exactly what he liked... but the question was, whether she should give him the answer straight away, or tease it out of him a little longer. In the end, curiosity got the better of her and she decided to go with honesty mixed in with a bit of playfulness. "You'd like me to be more lenient... easier on you," She said softly, just loud enough for him to hear as she leaned in closer to his ear, making sure he couldn't miss a single word. Her breath tickled against his skin and she resisted the urge to giggle at the way it made her heart flutter nervously. "But you know I can't do that."

Her gaze flickered up to meet his for a moment before she looked back at the sky, as if distracted by something there. The truth was, Helen wasn't entirely sure how this little game of teasing and banter would play out... but one thing was certain: It felt good to finally be able to have some sort of interaction with Jack that didn't involve yelling at him or sending him to detention. And for now, she intended to enjoy it while she could.

Her eyes widened in feigned surprise as he spoke, pretending to be shocked by his words. "Oh really?" she asked, playing along with his game. She couldn't help but feel a thrill coursing through her veins at the way their playful banter was escalating. "And why would you want that, Jack?"

She smiled gently, tilting her head slightly to one side as she studied him for a moment. "I don't suppose it has anything to do with..." She paused dramatically, pretending to think about it for a moment before shrugging playfully. "...perhaps you just like the way I scold you?" Her voice dropped lower now, teasing and seductive as she leaned in even closer to his ear.

Their faces were mere inches apart now, breath mingling in the space between them, and despite her best efforts to remain unaffected by the intimate moment, she could feel a warmth spreading through her body at the closeness of him. Maybe this was more than just a game for her...

She smiled widely at his confession, feeling a thrill course through her veins as she realized that perhaps there was more to their interaction than just playful banter after all. "Is that so?" She teased, leaning in even closer now, her breath dancing across the sensitive skin of his ear. Her voice dropped lower still, becoming almost whispery in its intimacy. "And what if... I were to take that a step further? What would you say then?"

Her heart was racing now, and she couldn't help but wonder where this newfound sense of excitement was leading them. Maybe, just maybe... they could find a way to bridge the gap between them, to become something more than just enemies... Or perhaps it would all just end up back where it started: with her scolding him for being a delinquent and him ignoring her orders. Only time would tell. But in this moment, she was willing to explore every possibility.

Her eyes flashed with amusement at his bold statement, but there was also something else in their depths now - an undercurrent of desire that neither of them could quite ignore. "Is that so?" she breathed out slowly, her voice husky with emotion as she leaned in even closer, her lips barely grazing the shell of his ear. "And what do you think would happen if I decided to take you up on that offer?"

Her breath fanned across his skin, sending shivers down his spine despite the warmth of the rooftop around them. Her heart was racing now, and she couldn't help but wonder where this newfound sense of attraction would lead them. Perhaps, just perhaps... they could find a way to make it work between them, despite all the obstacles that stood in their way. Or perhaps it would all end in disaster, with one or both of them retreating back into their respective corners and resuming their familiar roles as student council president and delinquent. Only time would tell, but for now... she was willing to take the risk.

Her lips brushed against his ear as she spoke, sending shivers down his spine. "Well then..." She whispered, her voice hoarse with emotion. "If you insist." And before he could react, she pressed a light kiss to the soft skin just below his earlobe. A delicate shiver ran through him at the contact, and for a moment they were both lost in the sensation of their bodies against each other's.

When she pulled away again, her gaze met his steadily, her breath coming faster now as she waited for his reaction. She knew that this was dangerous territory - crossing lines that shouldn't have been crossed between them. But at the same time... it felt so right somehow, too impossible to resist. Perhaps there was something more here than just their past roles and titles; perhaps they could find a way to be together despite all odds.

Only time would tell, but for now, Helen found herself unable to look away from those green eyes that held hers captive like nothing else ever had before. It was as if they were alone on this rooftop, in their own little world where anything was possible... and she didn't want it to end any time soon.

Her lips curled into a small smirk as she heard his protest, feeling the thrill of their teasing banter returning. "Or..." She started, trailing off dramatically before leaning in closer to whisper against his ear again, "You could kiss me back." Her breath tickled against his skin, sending shivers down his spine as her fingers lightly trailed up his chest and came to rest on his neck.

For a moment, everything seemed to stand still, as if time itself had paused to watch their every move. They were like two opposites attracting, drawn together despite all the forces trying to keep them apart. Perhaps this was just another game to them... or perhaps it was something more. Only one thing was certain: Their connection transcended anything they'd ever known before, and neither of them could deny its pull any longer.

She smiled gently at his insistence, the corners of her eyes crinkling with amusement. "Oh really?" Her voice was soft and teasing as she leaned in even closer, so close that their lips were almost brushing against each other when she spoke. "And what if... I were to prove you wrong?" Before he could react, she pressed a quick kiss to his lips, then pulled back again with a satisfied smile playing on her face. "See?" She said triumphantly, even as her heart raced and her breath came faster than ever before. "I just proved that you did want me to kiss you after all."

Her eyes sparkled with amusement as he protested, and she couldn't help but laugh softly at his childishness. "Oh, Jack," She breathed out between giggles, shaking her head slightly. "You really are cute when you're blushing like that." Her lips curved into a playful smirk as she leaned in closer once more, brushing her own lips against his again.

Her heart fluttered wildly in her chest as his lips met hers in the softest, gentlest touch imaginable. This wasn't like their previous kisses; there was no heat, no passionate need coursing through them now. It was almost like they were two kids playing a game of tag, stealing little pecks from each other as they tried to gain the upper hand. And somehow, it felt more right than anything else they'd ever done together before.

As their lips remained locked in a chaste embrace, Helen closed her eyes and savored the moment, feeling the tension ease from her body with every passing second. Maybe... just maybe, they could find a way to make this work between them after all. Perhaps there was hope for something more than just enemies or rivals; perhaps there was room for love as well. She couldn't say for certain just yet, but she knew one thing: This felt too good to give up on without at least trying.

So, when Jack finally pulled away, leaving them both panting and flushed with emotion, Helen remained where she was, staring into his eyes as if searching for some hint of what came next. Whatever it was, she was ready for it... and she knew deep down that so was he.

Her lips curved into a smile as she listened to his protests, and she couldn't help but feel a twinge of satisfaction deep in her chest. Yes, he might be trying to pretend that this meant nothing to him, but the way he was looking at her... She could tell it was different now. They both knew it. And despite everything, Helen found herself glad for it.

"Jack," she whispered softly, reaching out to brush a strand of hair from his eyes, "I'm not your enemy anymore." Her voice was gentle, almost caring as she met his gaze once more. "We don't have to keep pretending that we are."

For a moment, they simply sat there, their faces mere inches apart, breath mingling and hearts racing. The air between them seemed charged with an energy that neither of them quite understood, but they were both willing to explore it further if given the chance. Perhaps, just perhaps, this was the beginning of something beautiful... or maybe it would all end in heartbreak. Only time would tell. But for now, as they looked into each other's eyes and felt the warmth of their bodies pressing against one another, Helen couldn't help but feel grateful that she had this moment with him - however brief and fragile it might be.

She smiled gently at his question, leaning in closer to whisper against his ear. "We don't have to be anything," she said softly, her breath tickling across his skin as it carried the words to him. "Not yet anyway... We can just take things one step at a time and see where they lead us." Her eyes met his once more, holding a question of their own: Did he feel the same way? Was there even the slightest possibility that there could be something more between them? The look in his eyes told her that he was thinking about it too; she could feel the tension building again as they sat there together on the rooftop under the stars.

Their hands were inches away from touching, their bodies almost pressed flush against one another's, and yet there was still an unspoken barrier between them. A hesitation born of years of rivalry and mistrust that made it difficult for either of them to fully surrender to whatever this new feeling might be. But as they sat together on the roof, Helen couldn't help but feel hopeful. Maybe, just maybe... they could find a way to cross that bridge together and finally discover what lay waiting for them on the other side.

Her heart skipped a beat as his fingers brushed against hers, sending shivers down her spine. She let out a soft sigh and looked up at him, their faces still close enough to feel each other's breath on their skin. "I don't know what I'd do without you, Jack," she whispered, the words tumbling out before she could really think about them.

Their eyes locked once more, and for a moment it felt like the world stood still around them. The stars above them seemed to twinkle brighter, casting their ethereal light down upon the two of them as if blessing this moment between them. It was as if everything that had come before - the arguments and fights, the stress and pressure of being stuck in roles they never wanted for themselves - had all melted away, leaving behind only this: This connection, this sense of rightness that flowed between them like a river.

It wasn't love yet, not quite, but there was something there. Something real and raw and achingly beautiful. And as she looked into Jack's eyes and felt the warmth of his touch upon her skin, Helen knew that for now, this was enough. They didn't have to rush things or worry about where it would lead them; they could just be together in this moment and savor it for all it was worth.