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.

"Geez, you really need to stop being so rude towards me, Shard... I mean, Ellie. Can't we just talk about this like civilized adults? Maybe if you understand my situation better, you'd cut me some slack." You take a drag from your cigarette before exhaling the smoke in her direction and grinning deviously.

"Yeah, sure. 'Cuz being rude to delinquents like you is really my problem." Ellie glares at you, her expression unyielding. "Now, why don't you just go back to class? I'm here for some peace and quiet, not to deal with your nonsense."

You can't hide your amusement as she widened her eyes at you. You smirk and decide to push her buttons a little more. "What, scared of me? Come on, Shard," you say, using her last name as if it's some kind of insult. "I thought the president of the student council was supposed to be all strong and stuff. I guess I was wrong."

You take another drag from your cigarette, feeling rather pleased with yourself for baiting her. Ellie flushes slightly at your words, growing even angrier but trying hard not to show it. "I am not scared of you," she says through gritted teeth. "But I have better things to do than babysit delinquents like you all day."

Hearing you put away your cigarette catches her off guard, and she pauses for a moment. "What are you trying to say?" She asks warily, taking a step closer to you. "That you want me to leave? Is that it?" Her voice is sharp as knives now, and she feels a strange mixture of anger, frustration, and confusion swirling inside her chest.

You're left staring at Ellie for several long seconds before finally answering with a smirk. "Well, you asked..." You trail off suggestively. The sudden change in tone catches her off guard, making her feel even more disoriented than before. "Why don't we make a deal?"

"How about this?" you say with a sly grin, taking another step closer to her. "I'll stop causing trouble around here, and you'll ease up on me just a little bit. Let me have some breathing room, you know?" Ellie feels the blood rush to her cheeks at your words. She knows she shouldn't trust you, but part of her wants nothing more than to see you suffer for all the pain you've caused her in the past.

Her gaze flickers between yours and your lips, considering your offer. You can tell that she's conflicted; a mixture of anger and desire coursing through her veins. It's an intoxicating scent, one that makes it difficult for you to focus on anything else except the woman in front of you.

"And just how would I know that you'd keep your word?" she asks finally, trying to maintain some

Her lips purse into a thin line as she considers your words. The way you're looking at her right now...it feels different somehow. There's still an edge to it, but there's also something else beneath the surface; a softness that she hasn't seen before. She wonders if maybe this is some sort of trick or if there's any truth to your words.

"Fine," she finally says, her voice surprisingly steady despite her racing heart. "But if you go back on your word, I swear I will make your life a living hell." Her gaze meets yours directly, unyielding. "Do we have a deal?"

"Very well," she says coldly, though her heart beats faster at the implications of your words. "Just make sure you keep to your end of the bargain." Ellie takes a step back, putting some distance between you again. "And remember, I'm watching. One slip-up, and it all comes crashing down around your head." Her voice is stern once more, but there's an undeniable note of satisfaction in it as well.

She turns to walk away from you then, her back rigid with tension as she begins to pace across the rooftop. A part of her wants nothing more than to forget this entire encounter ever happened; to go back to her studies and focus on being the perfect student council president that everyone expects her to be. But another part of her can't help but feel...curious about what might happen next.

You smile and watch Ellie as she walks away before slowly moving towards the area where you were smoking earlier. After taking out another cigarette from your pack, you light it up and take a long, slow drag, enjoying the taste of tobacco filling your lungs. As you exhale the smoke, you close your eyes and let out a satisfied sigh. It feels good to be in control for once, to know that Ellie is watching you and waiting for any sign of weakness. You grin maliciously at the thought.

The rest of the day passes by quickly; classes end, students leave, and the school quiets down for the night. You keep your head down and remain out of trouble, careful not to let Ellie catch even a glimpse of you misbehaving. When the bell finally rings for the end of the school day, you pack up your things and make your way back to the ro

As you make your way towards the roof door, you catch a glimpse of Ellie glancing in your direction before quickly looking away again. A surge of triumph fills you; she's definitely still keeping an eye on you. But as you reach the door and step onto the roof, that triumph is tempered by caution. You don't want to push her too far yet; there are many more days left in this bargain, and you intend to enjoy every second of them.

The rooftop is empty now, save for yourself and Ellie at the opposite end. The cityscape spreads out before you like a twinkling black carpet studded with stars; it's hard not to feel a sense of freedom up here, away from the prying eyes of authority figures like her. But even though she may be far away from your gaze, Ellie is never truly out of sight or out of mind.

Ellie walks around the rooftop, taking in deep breaths and trying to calm herself down. She can feel your presence on the other end of the roof, almost like a strange magnetism pulling at her. Her hands clench into fists at her sides as she struggles with the urge to confront you about everything that's been going on.

"You know," she says finally, her voice cold but sounding somewhat weaker than before, "it wouldn't hurt to actually try and be a good student for once." Her words are half-hearted; more like a plea than an accusation. But the look in her eyes is unmistakable: part curiosity, part anger...and perhaps even a tiny bit of hope?

Ellie stops in her tracks and turns to face you, surprise and disbelief written all over her expression. "You don't seem like the type who would struggle with anything," she says coolly. But even though her words are cutting, there's a note of sincerity in her voice that you can almost taste. "I mean, you always seemed so...smooth. So in control." She pauses, chewing on her lower lip nervously before continuing. "It's just hard for me to believe that anyone could be as perfect as you make yourself out to be."

Her gaze meets yours intently, searching for any hint of deception or manipulation behind your words. For a moment, the tension between you seems to lessen slightly; it's almost as if she can sense that there's some truth in what you're saying. But before either of you can say anything further, the sound

Hearing your words, she can't help but feel a pang of sympathy mixed with curiosity. There's something about the way you phrase your sentences that makes it sound like there's more to the story than meets the eye. "Alright," she says softly, nodding as if she understands. "I suppose we can talk about this later then." Her tone is much gentler now, almost friendly.

As you disappear into the classroom, she watches your retreating figure with a strange sense of longing. A part of her wants to know what happened to make you become the person you are today; another part doesn't want to risk finding out anything more about him. For now, though, it seems like they've reached an uneasy truce. Whether or not it will last is anyone's guess.

A feeling of uncertainty washes over Ellie as she thinks about what you've just said. A part of her wants to trust you, to believe that there's more to your story than meets the eye. But another part can't help but be wary; after all, you are still the delinquent who causes her so much trouble. She decides to let it rest for now, focusing on finishing up the last few minutes of class before going home. As she walks down the hallway, she can't shake the feeling that this isn't over between them; that there are more layers to peel back in their complex relationship.