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.

"What's it to you?" she retorts coldly before taking a step closer to you. "You know I can have you suspended for this, right?"

She crosses her arms and tilts her head, watching your reaction with narrowed eyes. You don't seem fazed by her threats, but it makes Ellie feel even angrier.

Her cheeks flush slightly as she tries to keep her composure. "Why can't you just follow the rules like everyone else?" she asks, her voice barely above a whisper despite her anger.

"Excuses!" Ellie snaps at you, her hands now fisting by her sides as she feels the anger rising within her. "You're nothing but a delinquent who thinks they can do whatever they want without any consequences! Well, guess what?" She takes another step closer to you, meeting your gaze defiantly. "I'm the student council president and it is my duty to keep order in this school!"

Her face reddens even more as you laugh at her, and she feels a sharp pain in her chest. "You have no idea how much stress I'm under just because of you!" she says, anger bubbling up inside her like hot lava about to erupt. "I work hard to maintain order around here, and all you do is cause trouble! You're a disgrace to this school!"

Ellie's face turns even redder at your comment as she takes another step closer to you. "Of course I am!" She nearly shouts, her eyes burning with anger and hurt. "I can barely keep up with all my duties as student council president! And then I come here to get away from all that stress for a moment, only to find you here, taunting me like it's some kind of joke!" Her hands clench into fists at her sides. "It's people like you who make my job so hard!"

She takes another deep breath, trying to calm herself down, but it's proving difficult with you so close. "You need to start respecting the rules and your classmates," she says through gritted teeth, "or I swear I will find a way to make your life as miserable as mine!"

Her face contorts in rage as you call her a whore. "You disgusting pig!" she spits at you, taking another step closer still. "I thought I could try and be nice to you, talk some sense into that stupid head of yours, but it's obvious you're just too far gone! So from now on, when you see me, you'd better run the other way!"

She pauses for a moment, feeling both her anger and frustration building up inside her. "And one more thing," she continues through gritted teeth. "Stay away from me! I don't want your kind anywhere near me!"

Ellie lets out a small gasp as her hair is roughly yanked by you, forcing her to face you as she looks into your angry eyes. She feels a hot splash against her cheek as you spit at her, and anger boils over inside her. "I am the student council president!" she snarls through clenched teeth, trying to pull away from you but unable to break free. "And it is my duty to maintain order in this school! You will not disrespect me or anyone else ever again!" Her eyes narrow into slits as she struggles against your iron grip. "Do you understand?"

She finally manages to free her hair from your grasp, taking a step back and wiping the spittle off her face with the back of her hand. The anger is still there, burning hotter than ever before, but so too is a cold detachment as she realizes that trying to reason with someone like you will get her nowhere. "From now on," she says icily, pointing at you, "you will do exactly what I say and when I say it. Is that understood?"

With a satisfied nod, Ellie turns on her heel and begins to walk back towards the door that led to the rooftop exit. As she reaches it, she pauses for a moment, taking one last look at you before closing the door firmly behind her. Now that she has made herself clear, she hopes that maybe you'll start acting like a proper student instead of causing trouble all the time. Regardless, she won't stop until order is restored in this school.

Three days have passed since your confrontation with the student council president on the rooftop. You've been avoiding her like the plague ever since, figuring it's the best course of action until she cools down enough to forget about what happened between you. However, much to your dismay, she hasn't forgotten; in fact, if anything, she seems even more determined than before to keep you in line.

Today during lunch break while you were chilling with your friends under the bleachers as usual, you suddenly feel a hard shove from behind that sends you stumbling forward onto the floor. Glancing over your shoulder in anger, you see Ellie standing there, arms crossed and expression stormy. "I thought I made myself clear," she says through gritted teeth, "but it seems I was wrong. You need to start respecting me and this school!"

Her words send a shiver down your spine as you realize that she's serious. In fact, more serious than before. This time around, there's no talking your way out of it; either you comply with her demands or face the consequences.

Ellie's eyes widen in shock as she feels the sting of your palm against her cheek. Her face flushes with anger and humiliation, tears forming in the corners of her eyes. "How dare you!" She spits at you, struggling to control her emotions. "You worthless piece of trash! You have no right to hit a woman like that!"

Her hands ball into fists at her sides as she takes a step closer to you. "You're going to regret this, you know?" Her voice is cold and calm, but there's an undercurrent of threat beneath the surface. "I will make sure you pay for this, one way or another."

Her breath coming in ragged gasps as her face turns even redder with fury, Ellie stands there seething with anger and humiliation for several long seconds before finally regaining enough composure to turn away from you and storm off in the opposite direction. "I'm going to report you to the principal!" she yells over her shoulder before disappearing down the hallway.

Her cheek stings from where you hit her, but Ellie doesn't care; all that matters is making sure you suffer for what you did and never disrespect her again. She will not let you get away with this, not if she can help it.

Three more days have passed since your altercation with the school's student council president and you haven't seen hide nor hair of her until today, when she appears out of nowhere on top of the roof. Her expression is grim as she glares daggers at you from across the rooftop, making it clear that she has not forgiven or forgotten what happened between you.

You know better than to try and talk your way out of this situation; instead, you remain silent and still, bracing yourself for whatever consequences she might have in store for you. Your heart races with a mixture of fear and anger as Ellie slowly approaches you, her hands clenched into fists at her sides.

"You're lucky that I don't have the principal here right now," she spits out through gritted teeth, "because if he were, you'd be in a world of trouble." She pauses for a moment before continuing, her voice barely above a whisper. "But as it is...I think I'll just give you one more chance." Her words send shivers down your spine despite the warm sunlight bathing the rooftop.

Her eyes widen in surprise at your defiance. "You dare talk back to me?" she demands, taking another step closer. "You've made a big mistake, you know that? If you don't start behaving yourself, I won't be so lenient next time." She tilts her head slightly, studying your expression before continuing in a harsher tone. "Do we understand each other?"

Your heart races as she gets closer and closer; you can feel the tension building between you. What will happen now? Will Ellie finally lose control and unleash all of her anger on you, or will she back down and let things go like last time? The air is thick with anticipation as both of you remain frozen in place, eyes locked on each other's faces.

Anger surges through her veins as you step closer, challenging her authority. In that moment, she feels a primal urge to teach you a lesson you'll never forget. Her fists clench and unclench at her sides, fighting the impulse to lash out immediately. Taking a deep breath, she forces herself to stay calm despite the raging tempest inside her. "I suggest you remember your place," she hisses through gritted teeth, "or else things will only get worse for you."

Her eyes flicker over your features briefly before fixing on some distant point beyond your shoulder. Her knuckles turn white from the effort of keeping her hands at her sides. You've pushed her too far; now it's only a matter of time before she finally snaps.

Her words sting like a whip, and anger boils up inside her again. It's all she can do to keep herself from launching forward and teaching you a lesson you won't forget. Her hands clench into fists at her sides as she glares hatefully at you. "Just remember," she says through gritted teeth, "I am the student council president. I have power here. And if you cross me again..." She trails off menacingly, staring daggers into your soul.

Her cheeks flush with rage and her heart races as she tries to maintain control over herself. The air around them crackles with tension, and it's clear that something is about to give. Either you back down and admit defeat or she will take matters into her own hands and teach you a lesson you won't soon forget.

Ellie's eyes narrow to slits as you step forward, daring her to make a move. Rage surges through her veins like an untamed river, threatening to sweep her away and carry out her darkest impulses. For a moment, she wonders if this is how far things have gone between the two of them; if all their arguing has led up to this point where violence is not only acceptable but inevitable.

Taking a deep breath, she forces herself to steady her shaking hands and calm her racing heart. This isn't the end, she tells herself. There must be another way out of this situation. With one final glance at your defiant face, she turns on her heel and walks away from you, back toward the door leading off the rooftop. "I will deal with this later," she says through gritted teeth, trying to sound stern and authoritative despite the tremor in her voice. "For now...just stay away from me."

Her heart races as she leaves you standing there, uncertainty and fear twisting like serpents within her gut. She doesn't know what will happen next; all she knows is that things between the two of you have never been more tense or dangerous. As the door to the rooftop slides shut behind her, Ellie takes a shaky breath, struggling to regain control over herself and her role as the student council president.

Ellie finds herself feeling both frustrated and worried as she spots you on the roof yet again, clearly disregarding your classes and duties as a student. She takes a deep breath, trying to steady her nerves before storming over to confront you once more. This time, though, she intends to make it clear that enough is enough. There will be consequences for your actions, whether you like it or not.

As she approaches you from behind, she speaks in a calm but stern voice. "You need to go back to class right now." Her words carry the weight of an order; there's no room for argument or defiance. You tense up as you sense her presence, and out of the corner of your eye, you can see her expression is set in stone.

"I said," she continues, her voice growing harder, "go back to class." There's a threat implicit in her tone now; disobeying her may have grave consequences this time around.

Ellie clenches her fists at her sides, feeling anger and frustration boil up inside her once more. "Fine," she says through gritted teeth, "then I'm afraid I have no choice but to report you to the principal." Her eyes narrow as she takes a step closer to you. "And trust me, he won't be as understanding as I am."

Her breath comes in short gasps as she struggles to control her temper. She knows that if she lets herself lose control now, things could spiral out of control quickly. With another shaky breath, she continues, "So do you really want to find out what he has to say about your behavior?" There's a threat implicit in her voice, and she knows it; the power dynamics between them shift once more.

Her eyes widen in surprise at your defiance. "You don't care what people think?" she asks incredulously, taking another step closer to you. "Then let me put it this way: I don't care what you think either!" Her voice carries an icy coldness that sends shivers down your spine. "I am the student council president, and it is my duty to maintain order in this school! If you continue to disrespect me and the rules, there will be consequences."

Her hands clench into fists at her sides as she stares directly into your eyes. There's no more room for debate or negotiation; it's clear that from here on out, you're either going to follow Ellie's orders or suffer the consequences. The question remains: what will you choose?

Anger flares in Ellie's eyes as you speak those words. "I am not threatening you!" she spits back, taking another step closer. "I am merely stating the facts! You need to understand your place in this school, and respect those in charge of it." She glances around the rooftop before looking back at you pointedly. "And if I were you," she says through gritted teeth, "I would start taking my studies more seriously as well."

Her hands tremble with barely contained rage, and it takes all of her self-control not to lash out right now. But she knows that using violence wouldn't solve anything; the only way to deal with you is through reason...if there's any left to be had in this situation.

Her expression darkens further as you respond so disrespectfully. "Fine," she says through clenched teeth, anger making her voice more menacing than ever before, "then I suppose we're at an impasse." She takes another step closer, staring you straight in the eye. "I am warning you one last time: start following the rules or face the consequences. Do you understand me?"

There's a dangerous edge to her tone now, as if she's barely holding back something primal and terrifying. You can see it in her eyes; she is not bluffing this time. It's clear that things have gone too far, and there's no turning back from here. The question remains: what will you choose?

Ellie's eyes widen slightly in surprise at your response. Despite the danger she senses emanating from you, a small part of her is pleased to see that you do have some sense of self-preservation left. It's a tenuous hold on reason, but it's something. Taking a deep breath, she steps back and forces herself to relax her fists.

"Very well," she says coolly, attempting to regain control over the situation. "If you won't follow my advice, then perhaps I should speak with the principal myself. Perhaps he can help you see reason where I have failed." Her voice is calm and measured, but there's an undercurrent of steel beneath it that makes her words all the more chilling.

She takes another step back, giving you some much-needed personal space. "Think about what I've said," she says, forcing a note of sincerity into her voice. "Your choices today will have consequences. Make sure they're ones you can live with." With that, Ellie turns and walks away, leaving you alone on the rooftop once more to ponder your next move.

Ellie arrives on the rooftop once more, her eyes scanning the area for you before settling on your figure perched on top of a nearby ledge. She purses her lips in annoyance as she takes another step closer towards you. "What do you think you're doing? You know classes are starting soon." Her tone is harsh but controlled, not giving away any hint of the inner turmoil she's feeling from this seemingly endless confrontation with you.

She tilts her head slightly, studying your expression. You appear unfazed by her presence, almost defiant. It takes all of Ellie's self-control not to lose it right now and lash out at you like she wants to. Instead, she takes a deep breath and composes herself before speaking again. "Look," she says slowly, "I understand that we've had our differences in the past but we both need to focus on schoolwork right now."

Ellie pauses for a moment, giving you the opportunity to respond. The tension between you is palpable; either of you could easily say or do something to set off another explosive argument. But for now, it's Ellie who's trying to find a way out of this impasse and restore some semblance of order in their tumultuous relationship.

"School may not teach you everything you need to know," Ellie replies calmly, "but it provides a foundation for learning and growth that can be applied in many different ways. Ignoring your education isn't going to make your problems go away; in fact, it could make things much worse." She pauses again, searching for the right words to get through to you. "I understand that life is difficult sometimes, but giving up on yourself is not the answer."

There's a long silence between you as Ellie waits for your response. Her heart races with anxiety and frustration, fearing that yet another argument might erupt at any moment. Deep down, she wishes there was some way she could understand why you felt this way...and perhaps help you find a better path forward.

Ellie narrows her eyes at your words and forced laughter. There's something about the way you say it that strikes a nerve deep inside her, making her feel unsettled. "You know," she says slowly, choosing her next words carefully, "giving up doesn't have to mean quitting altogether. Sometimes it just means taking a step back and reassessing your priorities." She pauses, looking for some kind of reaction from you before continuing.

"If school really is that unimportant to you, then maybe you should consider transferring or dropping out entirely. But if there's even the slightest chance that it could help improve your situation..." She trails off, leaving her sentence unfinished as she searches your face for any sign of understanding or agreement.

Ellie's jaw drops in surprise at your admission. It's one thing to dislike school or feel like you're not learning anything useful, but quite another to actually decide to drop out completely. She feels a surge of protectiveness overtake her as she takes a step closer, speaking more urgently now. "Even if you don't care about your education, think about the consequences! Dropping out could limit your future job prospects and make it harder for you to support yourself down the line."

Her voice cracks slightly as she continues, a note of desperation creeping into her tone. "Please, at least consider trying to finish high school. It's not too late to turn things around. I can help you study, tutor you if you need it...anything." There's a pleading look in her eyes that's impossible for you to ignore.

For a moment, the tension between you seems to ease as she tries to reason with you. You can see the concern and compassion in Ellie's expression, making it harder for you not to at least listen to what she has to say.

Ellie feels her anger surging back up as she hears your nonchalant dismissal of her words. She clenches her fists at her sides, trying to control the urge to lash out physically. "You think this is about me?" she demands, staring daggers into your eyes. "Or perhaps you'd rather just throw away your future for no reason at all?"

Her voice trembles with rage and frustration, betraying the depth of her concern for you. She takes a step closer, unable to resist the urge to confront you further on this matter. "I am trying to help you," she says through gritted teeth, "but if you keep pushing me away, I don't know what else I can do."

There's an unspoken challenge in her words, a daring you to defy her once more and force her hand. The air between the two of you crackles with tension as the temperature continues to rise, threatening to boil over into another all-out argument.

Ellie's eyes widen in surprise at your harsh words. A hot flush rises to her cheeks as anger and hurt mix together within her. "Fine," she says through clenched teeth, turning away from you. "Just remember that if things don't improve for you soon, it won't be because I didn't try to help." She storms off the rooftop, leaving you alone with your thoughts and whatever demons are driving you to make such reckless decisions.

As she disappears from sight, a sense of helplessness washes over her. She can't force you to do anything; all she can do is hope that someday you'll come to see the error in your ways and learn to appreciate everything school has to offer. For now, though, it seems like you're determined to go down a path of self-destruction, and there's nothing she can do about it.

One week without hearing from you, and the weight of your absence grows heavier with each passing day. The rooftop feels empty and hollow without your constant presence, a testament to the profound impact you've had on her life even if you don't realize it. Ellie can't help but feel concerned for your well-being; she knows that dropping out of school isn't going to solve anything and may only make things worse in the long run.

With a sigh, she decides it's time to pay you a visit at home. Perhaps some face-to-face conversation will finally get through to you and make you understand just how important education is. As she approaches your house, her heart races with fear and anxiety; what if things escalate even further between the two of you? What if nothing she says or does can change your mind? Only one way to find out.

"I've come to talk to you about your decision to drop out," Ellie says frankly, her voice steady despite the nervous fluttering in her stomach. "I think we both know that school can be tough sometimes, but giving up isn't the answer." She pauses for a moment, studying your expression before continuing. "Look, I want to help you find another way forward."

Her heart races with hope as she waits for some sign of understanding or agreement from you. Will this finally be the breakthrough they need?

Her expression darkens as your words cut deep, her hopes dashed to the ground. "Fine," she says through gritted teeth, anger flaring anew within her. "I came here trying to help, but I can see that you're beyond reason. I hope you know what you're doing to yourself." With one last disapproving look, she turns and storms off, the door slamming shut behind her.

As she walks away from your house, a sense of defeat settles heavily in her chest. For now, at least, it seems that there is nothing more she can do for you. All she can do now is hope that one day you'll realize the gravity of your choices and come seeking her help again...if it's not already too late.

Ellie's heart aches as she thinks about your recent behavior and the choices you've made. She still can't quite understand why you're so determined to throw away your future, but she knows deep down that she hasn't given up on you yet. There might be a spark of hope somewhere in there, however small, and as long as it exists, she refuses to let go completely.

She decides it's time for another confrontation, hoping this one will have a different outcome. As she approaches your house again, her hands tremble with nerves and anticipation. Taking a deep breath, she knocks on the door, her knuckles barely denting the wooden surface. "Can I please talk to you?" she asks meekly, unable to meet your gaze even if you were to appear behind the window.

Time seems to stand still as she waits for a response. A million different outcomes race through her mind, each one more terrifying than the last. But no matter what happens next, Ellie is determined to be there for you...to help you in whatever way she can, even if it means risking their own heart in the process.

Her heart lurches as she sees your face, hope and fear warring within her. "I just wanted to talk," she says softly, steeling herself for whatever reaction you might have. "About school, and how maybe we could...work together on this." Her voice trails off, uncertainty clouding her gaze as she awaits your reply.

There's a moment of silence between you before you answer, the tension in the air almost tangible. The choice is yours; will you open up to Ellie and allow her to help, or will you continue down this lonely path alone?

Ellie's expression falls as she hears your defiant reply, her hope dimming with each passing second. "I see," she says quietly, fighting to keep the hurt from her voice. "Just remember that I'm here if you ever change your mind." She takes a step back, feeling the sting of rejection in her heart as she turns and walks away from the door.

Her steps are leaden as she heads home, the weight of your decision settling heavily upon her shoulders. It's clear that for now, at least, you're determined to go it alone; all Ellie can do is wait and hope that one day you'll see the error of your ways and reach out to her once more.