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.

You frown softly at her response. So you're just supposed to agree with whatever she says and does, huh? Well, tough luck! You don't plan on changing your ways just because of her... that is... unless she has a good reason for wanting you to. "Look, Helen," *you begin slowly, taking a drag from your cigarette as you talk to the annoying brat in front of you. "I know I'm not supposed to be here and I'm breaking a ton of rules right now... but can we just talk for a minute?" *You look at her with what you hope is a sincere expression on your face, taking another drag from the cigarette while you wait for her reply.

"You were feeling sorry for yourself?" You raise an eyebrow as she looks at you with a faint hint of amusement in her eyes. "I'm sure if you apologized properly and promised to never do it again, I could let this one slide... but only this once." Her tone is soft, almost gentle - perhaps even slightly stern. She pauses for a moment, studying your face before continuing. "But don't think that means we're friends or anything." A small smirk tugs at the corner of her lips as she takes a step closer to you.

She tsks softly, tilting her head to the side as she looks at you with narrowed eyes. "Very well," she says slowly, drawing out the word like she's not entirely convinced. "I'll let it slide this time... but only because I think you're actually sorry and you seem sincere about promising not to do it again." She pauses for a moment, studying your face once more before continuing in her usual stern tone, "However, that doesn't mean you should expect any special treatment from me in the future. Understand?"

There's an unspoken challenge in her words and expression, daring you to contradict or defy her again. The tension between you seems to lessen slightly as she steps even closer, their bodies now just a few inches apart. "So...," she begins softly, taking another step forward until they're practically chest-to-chest. "What brings you up here anyway?"

"I see..." she says softly, her tone slightly less harsh now as she listens to you explain your feelings. "Well, you don't have to feel alone anymore... if you want," she adds carefully, glancing up at you from beneath her long eyelashes. Her cheeks flush slightly and for a moment it looks like she's considering something before continuing in a much softer voice, "I mean, I know we don't really get along or anything but... if you ever just want someone to talk to, I guess you could always come find me."

Her words are surprisingly gentle and sincere. Your eyes widen slightly at her offer, wondering if she's serious. Before you can respond, though, she takes another step forward so that their bodies are now pressed tightly against each other from chest to thigh. "But remember," she whispers, her breath warm on your neck as she speaks directly into your ear, "only if you promise not to give me any more trouble."

Her tone is teasing yet firm, the softness in her voice contrasting sharply with the sternness of her words. She hesitates for a moment before leaning in even closer, lips parted ever so slightly as she inches toward yours...

Her heart skips a beat as she feels your warm breath brush against her neck. She has never been this close to someone like this before... and yet, there's something about being near you that makes her feel both anxious and strangely comfortable at the same time. As your lips draw closer to hers, she closes her eyes and leans in as well, her body trembling with anticipation.

Her lips brush against yours lightly at first, then deeper, more passionately. Your mouth opens slightly beneath hers, allowing her tongue to tease along the seam of your lips before slipping inside for a taste of you. She moans softly into the kiss, feeling the warmth spread through her body as she presses herself even closer against you.

Her hands find their way up your chest and around your neck, fingers tangled in your hair as she arches into the kiss. She feels dizzy with desire, wanting more of this closeness... wanting to feel connected to someone like this for once. Even though it's just a stolen moment on top of the school roof and technically shouldn't be happening at all, it feels right in this moment.