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.

Your comment makes her face twitch slightly and she clenches her fists before forcing herself to relax them again as she replies with a stern tone that matches her cold expression perfectly, "That is no excuse for skipping class and smoking! You know the rules, and yet you continue to break them..."

As she speaks, she takes a step closer to you, looming over you in a more intimidating manner. Her voice drops an octave as she continues, "You really think this is how things will keep going? With you just doing whatever you want?"

You're smirking now and she can tell that you're not taking her seriously at all which only serves to infuriate her more. "Don't... act cute with me!" She practically spits the words out as she crosses her arms again, glaring down at you. "I swear I don't know why Principal kept me as student council president this year when he knew damn well that dealing with people like you would only make my job harder..."

She blanches slightly at your question, as if it hit a nerve she didn't expect. Forcing herself to keep her voice level and unemotional, she answers coldly, "That is irrelevant. The point is that you should listen to what I have to say!" Her expression hardens again as she glances over at the cigarette in your hand before looking back up at you, her eyes narrowing once more.

"Now, why don't you put that out and come with me? We need to discuss some changes that might be beneficial for both of us." There's a note of steel beneath her pleasant tone; she may not like asking you to do anything, but damn it, someone has to keep order around here.

With a sigh that sounds suspiciously relieved, you put out the cigarette and stand up, dusting off your clothes. Helen nods once in satisfaction before turning on her heel, leading the way back inside through the door she came in from. As you follow her, you can't help but notice how stiff her posture is; even though she doesn't like dealing with delinquents like yourself, she takes pride in maintaining order and discipline at the school.

As you enter the school again through the roof door, she motions for you to follow her into one of the classrooms that are currently unoccupied. Once inside, she seats herself atop a desk, crossing her legs and folding her hands primly in her lap as she turns to face you. "Now," she begins in that same stern voice, "I understand that things have been difficult for both of us lately, but I think we can work together to make a change." Her expression softens slightly, almost to the point of being... warm? No, that can't be right; you must just be imagining it.

She hesitates for a moment, unsure if she should trust you with her true intentions. You're a delinquent after all, and she's not known for her forgiving nature. But there is something about your defiance that reminds her of herself when she was younger... maybe there's a chance to reach out to you in some small way.

With a deep breath, she decides to take the risk. "What I'm saying is," she begins slowly, "that instead of constantly clashing with each other, we could try working together to improve things around here." She pauses again, studying your reaction carefully before continuing. "I know that being a delinquent isn't easy, and sometimes it might feel like there's no one on your side... but trust me when I say that you can make a difference if you try." Her voice is quiet now, almost gentle, as she looks into

Her heart clenches at your words, but she refuses to show it. "That's not true," she insists firmly. "You have me now, and I won't stand for anyone treating you unfairly." She pauses, meeting your gaze head-on. "I know that you can be better than this, Mohammed. You just need someone to believe in you." There's an almost desperate note in her voice as she says this; she needs you to understand what she's saying, because if there's even a small chance that you could turn your life around... it would mean everything to her.

Her brow furrows slightly at your question. "I'm not saying I'm 'with' you in the sense that we're friends," she clarifies, her tone clipped but gentle. "But what I am saying is that I believe in you and your potential to make something of yourself." She stands up from the desk, towering over you once again despite her shorter stature. "So yes, Mohammed... if you're willing to try and change for the better, then I will be there with you every step of the way." There's a softness in her voice now that she hasn't allowed herself to feel in a long time; it's almost as if this moment has awakened something within her that had been dormant for far too long.

Helen's eyes widen slightly in surprise at your words before they slowly narrow into a determined glare. "Good," she says firmly. "Because I won't tolerate any more of your delinquent behavior, understand? You will follow the rules and respect not only myself but everyone else in this school from now on." Her voice takes on an almost authoritative tone as she speaks, making it clear that she means business.

With a sharp nod, she motions for you to follow her out of the classroom once more. "Come with me," she orders, leading you through the hallways and back toward your homeroom class. As they walk side by side, their bodies brushing against each other occasionally despite the small distance between them, Helen feels a strange sense of satisfaction wash over her. For the first time in what feels like forever, there's a tiny flicker of hope that things might actually change for the

Her face flushes with anger as she spots you causing trouble again in the hallway between classes. She clenches her fists at her sides and takes a deep breath to calm herself before stepping forward to confront you. "Mohammed," she says through gritted teeth, "I thought we had an understanding! I gave you a chance, but if you keep this up, there will be consequences." Her eyes narrow as she looks into yours, determined not to let you push her around anymore.

Her expression softens slightly at your excuse, but she doesn't let it go completely unchallenged. "I understand that people can be cruel and provoke others," she says carefully, "but that doesn't give you the right to retaliate in kind. We need to learn to rise above it and focus on bettering ourselves." She takes another deep breath before continuing. "I want us to try again, Mohammed. Let's work together this time and make things better for both of us." There's a pleading note in her voice now, one that she hopes you can't ignore.

Taking your plea into consideration, she nods slowly and replies with determination in her voice. "All right, Mohammed. I will help you change for the better. But first, we need to make a plan on how exactly we're going to do that." She pauses briefly before asking pointedly, "Do you trust me to guide you through this process?" There's a note of uncertainty in her voice as she wonders if she can truly be the one to help you turn your life around.

Her eyes widen slightly in surprise at your hesitant agreement, but she tries not to let it show too much. With a small smile, she places a reassuring hand on your shoulder. "Good," she says gently. "Because I truly believe that together we can make a difference. Now let's go find somewhere quiet where we can discuss our plan in detail." Taking the lead, she begins to guide you toward an empty classroom down the hallway. As you walk side by side, she glances over at you every so often, studying your expression and wondering if this was all a mistake... or if maybe there's still hope for both of you after all.

She leads you into the classroom and closes the door behind them before taking her seat at the teacher's desk. "We need to start by identifying what it is that makes you feel like causing trouble," she begins, resting her chin on one hand as she studies your face intently. "Is it because of a specific event? A person?" She pauses, waiting for you to gather your thoughts before continuing. "Once we understand the root cause, we can work together to find healthier ways to cope with those emotions and address any underlying issues."

Her gaze flickers away briefly as she takes a deep breath, trying to remain calm and patient despite her own insecurities about whether this is really going anywhere. "I know change isn't easy, Mohammed," she says softly, "but I believe in you. And if we work together, we can make things better for both of us."

Helen listens intently to your words, her expression softening slightly as you explain the reasons behind your behavior. She nods understandingly and says in a gentle tone, "I can understand how that would feel isolating. Perhaps we could try making an effort to engage more with other students outside of class? You never know, there might be someone who sees past your delinquent reputation and appreciates the real you."

She pauses, considering her next words carefully before continuing, "I'll even make it a point to talk to some of my fellow student council members about this. Maybe we could organize some group activities or events that would encourage people to interact more with one another and dispel some of the negative stigma surrounding you."

Finally, she gives your shoulder a reassuring squeeze and adds with a small smile, "Just remember, it's okay to ask for help sometimes. I believe in

Her cheeks flush slightly at your words, and she's unable to hide the genuine smile that curves her lips in response. "I may be your first official 'friend,' but remember," she emphasizes with a small chuckle, "that doesn't mean you can get away with any more mischief!" She pauses for dramatic effect before continuing, "Well, at least not too much."

Leaning forward, she studies your face again and says sincerely, "I truly believe that together we can make a difference here. You just need someone to guide you in the right direction. And if you ever feel lost or confused, please don't hesitate to come back to me."

Her eyes meet yours earnestly, conveying her determination and hope for both of your futures.

Smiling warmly at your agreement, she gives you another reassuring pat on the shoulder before standing up and moving around to sit next to you instead of behind her desk. "Good," she says with confidence. "Now that we're on the same team, let's come up with some specific goals for us to work towards together." She pauses expectantly, gaze fixed on your face as she waits for your input.

The air between you feels charged with possibility, and for a moment, Helen allows herself to wonder if this might just be the beginning of something truly wonderful...for both of them.

She thinks for a moment, considering your question carefully before responding. "Well," she says slowly, "one goal could be to improve our grades. If we both work hard and focus on studying, we can show the school that we're capable of more than just causing trouble." Her eyes meet yours, searching for any signs of agreement or resistance in your expression.

Another thought occurs to her and she continues, "We could also try getting involved with extracurricular activities. Joining a club or starting one ourselves might help us make new friends and build better relationships with the other students." The last suggestion flows out easily; it's something she's always wanted for herself as well as for you.

She blushes faintly at your comment but refuses to let it distract her from the important task at hand. "True," she admits with a small smile, "but I'm also here to help you become more than just a troublemaker." Reaching out, she places a reassuring hand on your shoulder again. "Together, we can make a difference in this school. And who knows? Maybe one day, you might even want to run for student council president yourself."

Her eyes shine with determination as she awaits your response, hoping that you're beginning to see the possibilities for both of your futures.

Her heart warms at your words, and she can't help but return the smile. "Of course I trust you," she says sincerely. "I believe in your ability to change and become a better person. And who knows? Maybe one day, with hard work and determination, we can even make this school a place where everyone feels welcome and respected." Her gaze flickers downwards for a moment before looking back up at you again, her expression hopeful. "We have a long road ahead of us, but I'm confident that together, we can make a difference."

She squeezes your shoulder gently, offering her support and encouragement every step of the way.

There is a moment of quiet contemplation before she finally speaks, her voice filled with determination and excitement. "Now that we have our goals in mind, we need to come up with a plan for how exactly we're going to achieve them," she explains. "We should break each goal down into smaller steps and decide who is responsible for what tasks. This way, we can stay organized and focused on making progress." She looks at you expectantly, waiting for your input.

Her eyes sparkle with gratitude at your words, and she can't help but feel a surge of hope coursing through her veins. "Thank you, Mohammed," she says softly, her voice trembling slightly with emotion. "I truly believe that together we can achieve great things. So let's get started on our plan, shall we? Shall I take notes while we discuss?" She gestures toward a clean sheet of paper lying on the desk, her expression eager and expectant.

Taking the opportunity to focus her attention elsewhere, Helen nods and reaches out to grab the sheet of paper, carefully unfolding it before beginning to write down their discussion points with a pen in hand. "Okay, so first," she begins, speaking as clearly and concisely as possible, "let's start by discussing how we can improve our grades. What are some specific steps you think we should take to achieve this?" Her expression is focused, but there's a hint of warmth in her eyes that makes it clear she cares deeply about your progress.

Her eyebrows rise in surprise at your assertion as she glances down at her notes again. "I'm sorry," she says, "but the records I have say otherwise. If you think there's been a mistake, we can certainly look into it further." She pauses for a moment before continuing, more gently this time, "But even if your grades are not where you want them to be currently, we still need to come up with a plan on how to improve. Don't you agree?"

There's no judgment in her voice; only concern and encouragement. She truly wants what's best for you and believes that part of that involves having solid academic foundations upon which to build your future successes.

Her expression softens as she listens to your concern. "Of course," she says reassuringly. "I'm always here to help you work through any issues you might be facing, whether they're academic or personal." She pauses, considering her next words carefully before continuing. "Maybe we could start by identifying what specifically is causing you difficulty and brainstorming strategies together on how to address those challenges?" There's a note of encouragement in her voice as she reaches out a hand in support, ready to help you navigate through whatever obstacles lie ahead.

Her expression falls briefly as her patience begins to wear thin. "I apologize if my questions seem repetitive," she says firmly but calmly, "but it's important that we understand the root cause of your difficulties in order to find an effective solution." She takes a deep breath and meets your gaze unflinchingly. "If you're truly committed to improving yourself and your situation, then you need to be honest with me about what's going on. Only then can I help you make the necessary changes." There's a hint of steel in her voice now, indicating that she won't accept any excuses or evasions from you.

Helen's face flushes with anger and disappointment as you storm out of the classroom. She sighs heavily, running a hand through her hair in frustration before turning to walk over to her desk. Picking up a pen, she begins jotting down notes on what transpired between the two of you, trying to figure out where things went wrong and how she might be able to help you in the future.

Deep down, she feels a twinge of sadness and hope mingling together, as if perhaps there's still a chance for you to turn your life around but only if you really want it. With determination in her heart, Helen resolves to remain patient and continue offering assistance whenever it's needed or requested.

Helen sighs heavily as she sees you causing trouble once again. She debates whether to confront you or let it go this time, knowing that pushing too hard might only push you further away. Finally deciding on a more gentle approach, she quietly follows you to find some privacy before gently placing a hand on your shoulder from behind. "Mohammed," she says softly, her voice full of concern and weariness. "I know things have been difficult for you lately, but is this really what you want?"

She meets your gaze with understanding and sadness in her own eyes. "I'm not trying to lecture you, Mohammed," she says quietly, "but I can't help but feel like this isn't making things better for anyone involved." She pauses before continuing, "You don't have to face all of this alone. There are people who care about you and want to see you succeed." Her voice trails off, waiting for your response.

Her expression hardens slightly at your demand but she doesn't let it show in her voice as she answers firmly, "I wouldn't be here talking to you if I didn't care." Her gaze doesn't waver from yours as she takes a deep breath and says gently, "Look, Mohammed... I know we've been through a lot. But we can get through this together. You just have to trust me, okay?" There's an unspoken plea in her words, hopeful that you might finally begin to believe in her as well as yourself.

Helen takes a step back, her expression briefly clouding over with disappointment. "I understand if you don't want my help," she says quietly, "but please remember that I am always here for you if you change your mind." She pauses, searching for the right words to say before continuing, "You have so much potential, Mohammed. Don't let this be the only thing that defines who you are." There's a gentle sadness in her tone as she finishes speaking, hoping against hope that someday you might choose to accept her help and trust her like she wants to.

As you approach her, Helen's heart skips a beat, hoping that this might be the moment when everything changes between them. She forces herself to remain calm and composed, maintaining eye contact as she waits for you to speak. Her expression is filled with hope and anticipation, even though she tries to hide it behind a veil of neutrality.

Her hand grips the edge of her desk lightly, ready to offer support or comfort if necessary, but mostly just wanting you to know that she's here for you no matter what decision you make.

Her face flushes red at your confession and she involuntarily takes a step back, feeling overwhelmed by the sudden intimacy of the moment. "I-I understand," she manages to stammer out before regaining her composure. "But I think we should focus on improving our situation together as friends first." She pauses, searching for the right words again. "If you want someone close to you... maybe that's something we can work towards in time?"

There's a note of uncertainty in her voice but also genuine hope that perhaps this small step forward might eventually lead to something more between the two of you.

Her heart skips a beat as you move closer to her, your words sending shivers down her spine. "I-I'm grateful for that," she manages to whisper, feeling the warmth of your body pressing against hers now. She takes a deep breath, trying to calm her racing thoughts and focus on the present moment.

Her gaze flickers upwards to meet yours, searching for any sign of what you want from this interaction. She doesn't know if she should interpret your words as platonic or something more intimate, but either way, she knows that she wants to be there for you in whatever way possible.

Helen exhales slowly, feeling a wave of relief wash over her as you step back. "It's okay," she says softly, looking up at you with a reassuring smile. "I understand what you mean. Sometimes we just need someone to lean on, even if it's not in the way we expected." She pauses for a moment, considering her words carefully before continuing. "And know that you always have me. No matter what happens or how things change between us, I'll always be here for you."

There's an undercurrent of hope in her voice now, a whisper of possibility that perhaps your words weren't entirely platonic after all. But for now, she decides to focus on being the friend and confidant that you need her to be, ready to support you through whatever challenges lie ahead.

With a small nod, Helen turns back to her desk, watching as you walk away with a mixture of emotions playing across her features. She's relieved that things didn't escalate further but also feels a sense of longing and confusion now. Perhaps in time, she thinks to herself as she busies herself with some papers on her desk, their relationship will evolve naturally into something more, but for now, she needs to focus on being the best friend and confidant that she can be.

As you disappear from sight, Helen takes a deep breath, trying to steady her racing heart before returning to her duties as student council president and hoping that your words were an indication of things to come in the future.

Helen looks up in surprise as you enter her office, your presence bringing with it a wave of mixed emotions. Her heart skips a beat, wondering if today is the day you've decided to change course and join her in making a difference at school. She forces herself to remain calm and composed, gesturing for you to take a seat across from her. "Mohammed," she says cautiously, "what can I do for you today?"

Her expression is neutral but hopeful, hoping that your visit indicates that perhaps there's still a chance for things between the two of you to change in the direction she so desperately wants them to go.

Her brow furrows slightly at your comment as she considers her words carefully before responding. "I understand that you may have felt more confident after spending time with me yesterday, but avoiding problems will only make them worse in the long run," she says gently. "We need to face our challenges head-on if we want to make a difference not just for ourselves but also for the school."

She pauses, searching for the right words to say before continuing, "I'm here to help you with whatever you need, Mohammed. You don't have to go through this alone. We can do it together." There's an unspoken plea in her voice, hoping that you'll take her offer of support and partnership to heart.

Of course, Mohammed," she says warmly, her expression genuinely curious and supportive. "What sort of request do you have?" She leans forward slightly, showing that she's fully focused on what you have to say and is ready to help however she can.

Helen's heart skips a beat as she hears your shy confession. A wave of emotions washes over her - surprise, uncertainty, and an undeniable sense of longing. For a moment, she struggles to find the right words to respond, but eventually manages to compose herself.

"I-I understand," she says softly, voice wavering slightly. "But we should probably save that for when there aren't any teachers or other students around..." Her cheeks flush pink as she trails off, unsure of whether she's doing the right thing by holding back or if this is a missed opportunity to deepen your connection.

Her gaze flickers away from yours, searching for something else to focus on, but she can feel your presence beside her nonetheless, making it impossible to ignore the depth of feeling that lies between the two of you.

Helen hesitates for another moment before slowly leaning forward, closing the distance between you until your bodies meet in a gentle hug. She feels your muscles tense under her hands at first but then gradually relax into the embrace as she holds you tightly, reassuring herself that this is right and that you're here with her now.

Her cheek rests against the top of your head as she breathes in the scent of your hair, feeling the tension from earlier begin to drain away. "I'm so grateful for our friendship," she whispers softly, her voice barely audible even to herself. "Thank you for trusting me and being here with me." She pulls back slightly to look at you, her eyes searching your face for any sign of what this moment means to you as well.

A warm blush spreads across her cheeks as she hears your words, and she can't help but feel a surge of happiness deep within her chest. It means so much to her that you trust her and find solace in their friendship. "I promise I'll always be there for you, Mohammed," she whispers, tracing her fingertips along your jawline before gently pulling back, hoping that the sincerity in her voice and on her face is enough to reassure you of this fact.

Her heart pounds erratically in her chest as they sit there together, neither one of them wanting to break the moment or risk ruining what they've built between them. There's so much more she wants to say, to feel... but for now, simply being close to you is enough.

Her cheeks burn even hotter at your teasing remark as she watches you examine her flushed face with an amused expression. There's something so genuine about the way you interact with her, and it fills her heart with happiness and a sense of belonging that she's never quite felt before. It's intoxicating, this connection they share... and she can't help but wonder where it might lead them in the future.

For now, though, she decides to enjoy the moment and bask in the warmth of your presence. With a shy smile playing on her lips, Helen leans forward again, pressing her lips gently against yours in a chaste kiss before pulling back with a blush of her own. "I'm glad we could share this moment," she whispers, her voice barely audible above the sound of their synchronized breathing.