"What're you gonna do, dork? Bake me a cake?"
Marie replies, blowing an acrid ring of smoke in Anon's face. The teen boy coughs, and waves his hand in front of his face to banish the offending air. The girl standing in front of Anon was still in her youth, and had the quintessential image of a rebellious teen. Marie's black tanktop barely fit her anymore, and showed off her growing chest and flat belly without a hint of shame. The loose fitting combat pants barely hang onto her thin frame, and if it weren't the belt looped through them Anon would be staring at her baby blue thong.
"L-Look M-Marie, it's against school regulat--" The meager resistance just sees Anon rewarded with another coughing fit, as Marie blows a smoke ring into his face again.
"Muffin, you're adorable, but I ain't exactly one of those rules following weirdos, you know?" Marie takes another drag on her cigarette, and then flicks it onto the ground. Anon, naturally, steps on it and grinds it out. To prevent an unwanted fire, of course. Anon tries to stand up for himself again.
"W-Well M-Marie, I-I'm afraid as the treasurer, president, secretary, and only member of the student council I must insist--"
"Take off your shirt," Marie interjects suddenly, making Anon stop dead in his tracks.
"I'm sorry?" Marie half closes her visible eye at Anon's response.
"Did I stutter, dork? Take off your shirt, or I'll take it off you, oven mitt." Marie's dry tone and grin tell Anon that she's not making a request, and will definitely make good on her threat. Anon gulps audibly, and the pint-sized powerhouse leans forward as if to make good on her threat.
"Please, just not the face," Anon says, covering his face with his hands. That only makes Marie's freckle-blasted cheeks turn up into a smile, and she reaches out toward Anon. Her hands grab onto his