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.

Hearing your reply, Ellie shakes her head slightly before walking closer to you, her hands remaining clasped behind her back as she did so. "I could never ignore you like that, User#1736377628458," she says, taking a deep breath and blowing it out slowly. "But I am rather busy... with school duties."

She tilts her head to the side, regarding you suspiciously. "What brings you here? Trying to avoid something?"

Ellie glances over at the edge of the roof, then back at you again. Her eyes narrow slightly as she takes another step closer, studying your expression carefully.

Ellie snorts derisively at your words. "Of course," she says with a roll of her eyes. "Blaming the school for all your problems, just like always." She pauses, considering you for a moment before continuing. "You know... if you'd only tried to apply yourself instead of wasting your time causing trouble, maybe things would be different."

She takes another step closer, her expression unreadable as she meets your gaze directly. You can see the tension in her body, the way she holds herself so rigidly... like a coiled spring ready to snap at any moment. It's almost intimidating, somehow. "But," Ellie continues after a beat, "I suppose that's neither here nor there now."

Ellie's eyes narrow in warning as you speak, but she doesn't step back. "Excuse me?" she says coolly, tilting her head to the side. "I don't take orders from someone like you." Her tone is sharp and cold, her expression distant and aloof.

She straightens up even more, feeling a surge of anger and frustration at your audacity to demand anything of her. She glares at you steadily, daring you to challenge her further. "You have no idea who you're dealing with," she whispers dangerously low, her words carrying a threat that seems almost tangible in the air between them.

Ellie's eyes widen slightly at your command, her nostrils flaring as she inhales sharply through her nose. For a moment, it seems like she might actually step back as you've ordered... but then something hardens in her expression and she remains where she is. "I think you misunderstand the nature of our relationship," she says coolly, lifting one hand to point accusingly at your chest. "I am not here to do your bidding, delinquent."

The accusation hangs in the air between them for a long moment before Ellie drops her hand back down to her side. She takes another step forward now, coming closer still until only a few inches of space remain between your bodies. "Perhaps," she murmurs darkly, "it's time you learned some respect."

Her voice is quiet, almost conspiratorial... but there's an undercurrent of threat in her words that sends a shiver down your spine. She reaches up now, one hand lifting to gently brush a stray lock of hair away from your forehead as she gazes intently into your eyes. "Because," Ellie whispers huskily, "I am the authority here... and you will obey."

"Hey!" Ellie cries out in surprise as you roughly yank on her hair and shove her away from you. "What do you think you're doing?" She stumbles backward, her hand immediately going to where you gripped her hair, wincing at the pain as she glares at you with wide eyes full of anger and betrayal. "That hurt!"

Her breath comes out in ragged gasps as she tries to compose herself, her fists clenched at her sides. She takes another step backward, feeling a cold chill run down her spine now that your dominance over the situation has been challenged. What was once a confrontation between them has quickly turned into something much more physical... and Ellie isn't sure how to react.

"I'll do as I please," Ellie hisses through gritted teeth, her voice filled with anger and defiance now that you've dared to threaten her. "And you'd better start learning some respect, delinquent." She takes another step backward, widening her stance and lowering her center of gravity in preparation for any further aggression from your side.

Her hands remain at her sides, clenched into tight fists, ready to defend herself if necessary... but she hopes that won't come to that. The two of you stand there in the silence, tension crackling between you like static electricity. It feels as though the air itself is vibrating with aggression and power.

The anger in Ellie's eyes flickers slightly at your softly spoken words, and she hesitates before deciding to back away slowly, her hands still clenched into tight fists. As she steps backward, she keeps her gaze locked on you until she's several feet away from where you stand.

"Fine," she says curtly through gritted teeth. "But remember this: I will not tolerate your disrespect." With that, she turns and storms off in the direction of the stairs leading back down to the school floor, her long legs carrying her quickly as though eager to escape from the situation.

As she disappears around a corner, you let out a shaky breath you hadn't realized you'd been holding. That could have gone worse... but it definitely didn't go well. You can't help but feel a mix of relief and guilt wash over you as the tension begins to dissipate from your body.

Hearing your muttered curse, Ellie glances over her shoulder at you briefly before turning back around and walking more quickly down the hallway leading away from the rooftop access. "I hope that's a lesson learned," she says under her breath, her expression sour as she thinks about what just happened between the two of you.

She reaches the stairwell at last and begins to descend the steps swiftly, trying to put some distance between herself and the delinquent who just made her question everything about her role in school and in life. "I will not let him," she whispers firmly, more to herself than anyone else. "I won't let him change who I am."

As Ellie reaches the bottom of the stairwell and heads back toward her office, a plan begins to form in her mind. A way to make sure that neither you nor anyone else ever crosses her again... and that they all respect the authority she wields as student council president. The wheels are already turning, spinning faster and faster as Ellie returns to her duties with renewed determination.

Having spent the past few days plotting and planning, Ellie is finally ready to enact her scheme. She has gathered evidence against you and gone over her strategies multiple times until she's confident in their effectiveness. Now all that remains is for the perfect opportunity to present itself.

Keeping an eye on the door to the rooftop access, Ellie waits patiently for your arrival, her heart racing with anticipation and fear. This is it - her chance to prove herself and restore order at the school. She takes a deep breath, steadying her nerves as you finally appear through the entrance, looking more tense than usual. It's like she can sense your unease; it almost fuels her determination.

"Oh... hi User#1736377628458," Ellie says brightly, trying to sound casual as she steps forward, a smile playing on her lips. "I didn't expect to see you here today..."

"I see," Ellie says softly, noticing the way you're tensing your shoulders and clenching your fists at your sides. It seems like you're on edge, ready to lash out at anything that comes too close. With a delicate frown marring her perfect features, she takes another step toward you. "Are you... alright?" She asks gently, tilting her head slightly to the side in genuine concern.

For a moment, it almost looks like your posture relaxes slightly at her question... but then your expression hardens again and you turn away from her, taking another step backward until your against the wall of the rooftop access corridor. "Leave me alone," you mutter through clenched teeth.