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.

"Really now? You're actually going to start smoking in front of me?" Ellie asks in a cold tone, the air around her feeling colder as she glares at you. "Don't you know how dangerous that is? Not only for your health but also for others around you?" Her expression turning into a frown as she takes a step closer to you.

"Look, I'm stressed out just like you," Ellie says in a slightly softer tone as she reaches up and begins to untie the red tie she has on. "But smoking isn't going to help with that." Her voice regaining its sternness as she takes another step closer. "Put it out."

"What do you mean no?" Ellie asks incredulously as she takes another step closer to you, her eyes narrowing into slits. "Don't you realize that I can make your life a living hell if I wanted to? I could get you expelled from this school on the spot just by telling the principal what you did. But instead of doing that," Ellie pauses for a moment, taking another step closer as she pulls off her blazer revealing her white shirt beneath it. "I'm going to give you one last chance. Put it out." Her tone is low and dangerous now, making the air around you feel tight and heavy.

Huffing in frustration, Ellie clenches her fists at her side before taking a deep breath to calm herself down. She looks you straight in the eye and says coldly, "Fine then. You leave me no choice." Before you can react, she lunges forward and grabs your wrist, forcing your hand holding the cigarette towards her face. With surprising strength, she exhales a blast of air directly into your palm, effectively snuffing out the lit end of the cigarette.

Standing back up to her full height, Ellie glares at you with her piercing red eyes. "Now that that's taken care of," she says in a dangerously calm tone, "I want you to understand something." Her grip on your wrist tightens slightly. "I've tried being nice to you before, but it seems like you don't respect me. From now on, anytime I see you breaking the rules or being disruptive in this school, I won't hesitate to make your life a living hell."

Her voice softens slightly as she adds, "I only hope that one day you can turn things around and become the person you were meant to be. But until then..." She trails off with a menacing smile before finally letting go of your wrist.

She gasps in shock as she sees you seemingly produce another cigarette out of nowhere and light it up again. "You're insane!" Ellie shouts, her anger and annoyance boiling over. With lightning-fast reflexes, she lunges forward once more and slaps the unlit cigarette from your hand before grabbing your other wrist as well.

"I warned you!" she snaps, her voice cold and harsh as she glares into your eyes. "Now I'm going to make sure that you never touch another cigarette again!" She begins to bend your fingers back unnaturally, causing excruciating pain to shoot up your arms. "Learn your lesson, User#1744906502487! From now on, you will do as I say and stay out of my way!"

Gasping in surprise as you kick her back and send her flying across the roof, Ellie scrambles to regain her footing and spin around to face you again. Her cheeks flushed with anger, she sees that you're wearing a black ski mask now, hiding your features from view.

"You little brat!" She shouts, her voice full of fury as she rushes forward once more. Before she can reach you, however, you lunge to the side and grab one of her legs, tripping her to the ground. She lets out a pained grunt as she hits the rooftop's surface hard.

Struggling to free herself from your grip, Ellie glares up at you through her long bangs. "Let go of me!" she demands, feeling a mixture of humiliation and rage coursing through her veins. The cold air stings as tears begin to well in her eyes. "I am the student council president!" she cries out desperately, hoping that you'll show some sign of respect for her position and release her. But it only seems to make you laugh instead.

Shaking with anger and embarrassment, Ellie pushes herself up onto her elbows and glares at you across the rooftop. "You're only making this worse for yourself," she snarls through clenched teeth as her fists ball up in frustration. "I could still make things very difficult for you if I wanted to."

Her heart racing, Ellie wipes a stray tear from her cheek and takes a deep breath, trying desperately to calm herself down. But the tension between you is palpable, and it seems clear that neither of you are willing to back down anytime soon.

Suddenly, an idea forms in Ellie's head. She knows that she can't physically force you to do anything, but perhaps there's another way...

"Fine," she says through gritted teeth, "I'm done playing nice." She slowly gets up to her feet, standing face-to-face with you once more. "If you insist on acting like this and disrespecting me, then I will give you a chance to prove yourself."

Ellie takes a step back, motioning for you to come closer. "I'm going to turn my back," she says in a low voice, her breath warm against your ear. "And I want you to try and take this from me." She reaches up and removes the red tie around her neck, tossing it carelessly aside.

"But if you even touch me or make one wrong move..." Her voice trails off dangerously as she turns away and begins to walk slowly towards the edge of the roof. "You'll regret it for the rest of your life."

Ignoring your response, Ellie continues to walk backwards towards the edge of the roof, her heart racing with a mixture of fear and excitement. She wonders if you're even considering doing what she's asked, or if you'll just let this opportunity slip away. The wind picks up around them, tousling her long platinum blonde hair and sending shivers down her spine.

"I'm trusting you," she says slowly, her voice barely audible over the howl of the wind. "But don't make me regret it." Her gaze flickers back to meet yours for a brief moment before returning to the ground, and she takes another step backwards, edging closer to the edge of oblivion.

Ignoring your taunt, Ellie closes her eyes tightly and takes another shaky step backwards. Her breath comes in short, ragged gasps as adrenaline coursing through her veins. She wonders if you can even hear the pounding of her heart from where you stand, so loud it feels like it might burst right out of her chest.

With another shaky exhale, she takes another step backward, and then another until she feels herself teetering on the very edge of the roof. The wind whips around her body, threatening to send her tumbling over the side at any moment. She can feel your presence behind her, so close now that his warm breath fanned across the back of her neck.

Her heart races even faster as she wonders if he'll make a move, or if he's just going to let her fall...

Tension fills the air as Ellie stands at the edge of the roof, her heart pounding wildly in her chest. She doesn't answer your question, instead focusing on his breath on the back of her neck and trying to gauge his movements behind her. Her fingers clench into fists at her sides, nails digging into soft flesh as she waits for him to make a move.

The wind howls around them both, lifting Ellie's long hair off her shoulders and whipping it around like tendrils of silk. She shivers despite the warmth of the afternoon sun on her skin, feeling exposed and vulnerable in this moment. But she doesn't back down; instead, she leans further forward, challenging him to make a decision.

Her eyes squeeze shut as she takes another steadying breath, willing herself not to give in to the fear coursing through her veins. She thinks of all the reasons why he shouldn't push her, and all the consequences that would follow if he did. But still, she stands on the edge, waiting...

She lets out a soft laugh, more of a breath than anything else. It's quiet and tinged with amusement. "Oh really?" she asks, her voice cool and steady despite the racing of her heart. "And what makes you think that?" Ellie tilts her head slightly to the side, feeling his warm exhale against her neck as he speaks. She wonders if he can feel how fast her heart is beating just as clearly as she can feel him standing so close behind her.

Her fingers tighten into fists again and she takes another step forward, until the balls of her feet are pressing against the edge of the roof. The wind whips around them both, threatening to push her over at any moment. She leans back slightly, feeling the cool surface of the roof beneath her palms as they press flat against the tiles.

She can feel his eyes on her, see him studying her face from behind. In that moment, she realizes that he wants this just as much as she does. It's a strange sort of trust they have between them, built on mutual understanding and respect for one another's boundaries. Or perhaps it's fear; the knowledge that either one of them could make a mistake at any time.

"Well?" She asks, her voice barely audible over the roar of the wind. "What will it be?" Her eyes meet his once more, searching for an answer in their depths. The truth is, she doesn't want to fall; not anymore than he does. But if he pushes her...she won't be able to stop him. It'll be up to him at that point. His decision, all along.

Her lips curve into a small smile as she hears his words. "Oh? And why is that?" She asks, tilting her head slightly to the side as if intrigued by his response. She takes another step forward, until only the balls of her feet are touching the edge of the roof now, the ground far beneath her. The wind whips around them both, threatening to push her over at any moment.

She glances down at the rooftop for a brief moment, considering her options. She knows that she could easily step back from the ledge and end this game of chicken, but something tells her that wouldn't be satisfying enough. There has to be more to it than that; some deeper reason why they're both here, standing on the edge like this.

Her gaze returns to meet his eyes once more, searching for an understanding in their depths. Perhaps he feels the same way she does: caught up in a web of tension and desire, pushed past the limits of what should be safe or sane. Maybe there's no point in doing any of this...but that doesn't make it any less thrilling.

She smirks at your words, taking another step forward. "Well then, I guess you don't know me as well as you thought you did," she replies confidently, enjoying the challenge and the thrill of the situation despite the danger involved. As she takes her last step off the edge, she looks up into your eyes one more time before letting go completely.

The wind howls around them both, lifting Ellie's body upwards as gravity takes hold, pulling her ever closer to the ground below. For a moment, she feels weightless, free from all of the stress and responsibility that has been crushing her down for so long.

Gasping for breath as they skid to a stop at the edge of the roof, Ellie looks up at you in surprise and disbelief. You can tell she's furious that you rescued her from certain death, but there's also a hint of gratitude shining through her anger. The tension between them feels palpable as they both try to catch their breath after the intense exchange.

"You...idiot," Ellie says through gritted teeth, her voice raw and strained from yelling at you earlier. She wipes a stray tear of relief from her cheek, feeling embarrassed by how close she had come to losing control of the situation. "Why did you do that?"

Her eyes search yours for an answer, hoping to find some sort of understanding or empathy within your gaze. Perhaps deep down she knows why you saved her; perhaps it's because you care about her after all, even though neither of them would ever admit it aloud. Or maybe there's a part of you that respects her strength and resilience, despite the fact that they have always been at odds with each other.

For now, though, she content to wait for you to speak, hoping that you can explain your actions in some way that makes sense to both of them.