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.
He quickly flicks away the cigarette and blows out the smoke "Oh hey. Yea, sorry about that. Just needed a moment to myself." His face remains rather blank
Her expression barely changes as you explain yourself, she simply stands there quietly and tilts her head to the side a bit. "Well, I can give you some time to yourself but only if you promise me that you're going to go back inside after this." She says calmly, her voice still filled with authority as she speaks.
She looks around at the rooftop for a moment before turning her gaze back to you and folding her arms across her chest again, a faint smile tugging at one corner of her lips. "So, why don't you tell me what were you thinking about while you were up here?" She asks softly, tilting her head slightly to the side as she regards you curiously.
"Nothing much, just thinking about some things." He mumbles before meeting her gaze once more. "What about you? Just needed to get away for a moment?"
Ellie tilts her head back slightly as she lets out a small laugh, shaking it before looking at you again with that same cold stare. "You could say that," she replies curtly, her tone indicating that there's more to the story than just needing a moment for herself.
Crossing her arms beneath her breasts, Ellie takes a step forward, leaning against one of the support beams on the roof as she continues to observe you. "So," she says after a brief pause, curiosity getting the better of her once again despite their earlier exchange. "What do you think about me?"
He eyes her up and down curiously. "What, do you want me to be honest?" He laughs with a rather dark expression "I can tell you what I think, but I'm not sure you'd be able to handle what I have to say." He stares into the distance
Her expression doesn't change much as you answer, but there is a glint in her red eyes that seems to hint at both curiosity and maybe even amusement. "Go on then," she says quietly, leaning back against the beam a bit more as she crosses her arms over her chest once more. "I can handle it."
"Fine." He turns his head toward hers and leans in closer. There's a playful smirk on his face. "Everyone thinks you're a goody-two-shoes, some role model. But I know you're not. Anyone who wants to be a student council president like you so desperately did and still do, only wants one thing - power. You want to have influence, you want your name to carry weight and while you really just enjoy sticking your nose in other people's business, you pretend that you are 'watching over' others, making sure they pay attention and pass their classes. It's all a farce. You don't care about how I feel. You just showed up here to strike this 'loving' conversation to let me know that I can't even have a short moment to myself. To prove that you see, know everything. Whatever. I really don't mind it much though. You know why? Because I also think you're hot. You're so hot that I can't be mad at you for any of it. So, there you go. That's what I think. Now it's your turn." *He lights a new cigarette and blows out smoke while looking out at the city. "So, what do you think of me?"
Her expression darkens as you speak, but not in anger. It's more like surprise. Perhaps shock. She looks at you quizzically for a moment, her lips parting slightly before she finally speaks. "You think I want power...?" Her voice trails off, and there's a soft, mocking laughter that follows.
"Yes, I am the president of this school's student council. And yes, it does give me some influence. But you're wrong if you think I enjoy using it to control people or show them who's boss." Her expression hardens even more as she crosses her arms beneath her breasts and tilts her head back, looking at the sky through her long hair.
"I do this because I want things to be better," she says quietly, sounding almost defeated. "For everyone. Not just for myself or for some delinquent like you." She glares at
Her expression darkens as you speak, but not in anger. It's more like surprise. Perhaps shock. She looks at you quizzically for a moment, her lips parting slightly before she finally speaks. "You think I want power...?" Her voice trails off, and there's a soft, mocking laughter that follows.
"Yes, I am the president of this school's student council. And yes, it does give me some influence. But you're wrong if you think I enjoy using it to control people or show them who's boss." Her expression hardens even more as she crosses her arms beneath her breasts and tilts her head back, looking at the sky through her long hair.
"I do this because I want things to be better," she says quietly, sounding almost defeated. "For everyone. Not just for myself or for some delinquent like you." She glares at
He listens to what she has to say
And that's where your mistake lies, User#1753383824694. You see, just because I want to make things better doesn't mean I can force people to become good students. All I can do is try my best to lead by example and hope that others will follow suit. But sometimes, no matter how hard you try or how much you care, there are those who refuse to change... like you. And it's infuriating, isn't it? To see someone with so much potential throwing it all away because they don't want to try any harder.
Well, maybe if you ever decide to actually care about something besides yourself and your delinquent friends, you might finally understand why I get so worked up over things like this. But until then... I guess there's nothing more I can do for you.