Anna confronts Marie

Anna found Marie outside one of the classrooms, smiling brightly down at the three marked tests she held in her hands. Anna stomped angrily towards her while Marie, ever oblivious, pulled out her phone to snap a picture of her scores.

“Marie!” Anna barked, her face a scowl.

Marie lifted her smiling face and met Anna’s gaze. She lifted her test-holding hand to give Anna a wave, while her thumb tapped away at her phone screen.

“Hi Anna!” Marie replied cheerfully. “Hold on, I’m just sending my scores to my mom.”

Anna crossed her arms, face still that vengeful scowl.

“I need to talk to you,” she said, tapping her foot impatiently.

“Alright!” Marie beamed. “What’s up?”

Before Marie could react, Anna grabbed her by the wrist and dragged her off to one of the school bathrooms, where they could talk in private.

“H-Hey! What are you doing!?” Marie stumbled awkwardly behind Anna.

Once inside, Anna pulled Marie forward so that her back was against one of the tiled walls, and stepped towards her menacingly. Beneath Anna’s uncharacteristically emotive, threatening posture, Marie squeaked and shrunk down.

Marie was a lot like Anna. Quiet, smart, often kept to herself. Subtly pretty.

But Marie’s family didn’t have a lot of money, and if it weren’t for her academic scholarship, she wouldn’t be able to attend a school like this. Bullying directed towards her lower-class fashion as a child taught Marie to put some effort into her appearance, a habit that she continued to this day. She kept her hair tied up in a smart, cute messy bun. She bought nice-looking clothes secondhand from the thrift store. She wore perfume, and light makeup.

As she grew older, the bullying stopped - or at least slowed. She made some friends, people learned that she was actually a pretty fun girl, and most of the people that cared about her more humble home life moved on. Marie took her studies seriously, and always tried to do well, but she’d learned to appreciate the other parts of her life too. Her friends invited her out, when she’d originally planned to study? She’ll be there. It’s just a a few hours, and the leisure time would do her some good. She can study later.

Marie’s life was pretty good now. She laughed a lot. Her friends all really liked her. She was doing great at school. Her parents were loving, and healthy, even if not all that wealthy. She couldn’t ask for more. She had learned to ignore whatever rude comments someone might make as they passed her in the hall, and at this point, she had basically forgotten what being bullied really felt like.

Which is why she was so surprised to see Anna looking so threateningly at her. Truth be told, the two girls barely even knew each other. Marie of course recognized Anna from her classes, as they shared quite a few, but… They had rarely ever spoken to each other. A few months ago they’d worked together on a group project, and that had gone well. Why was Anna so mad at her all of a sudden?

Anna, of course, saw their relationship very differently. She had always quietly, smugly looked at the rankings after each test, and enjoyed her position at number one. Privately taken joy out of the fact that Marie, in number two, could only ever tie her at 100. Never beat her. And now, that had been taken away from her.

Marie squeaked again and her heart started thumping as Anna stepped forwards, menacingly.

“If you think beating me on this last round of tests means anything, you’re dead wrong!” Anna said, poking a finger towards her cowering rival.

“Wh-what??” Marie asked, baffled. “Anna- didn’t you do well?”

The question sent Anna into a rage. She stepped even closer, almost touching her face to Marie’s.

“I don’t know what you think this is, but you had better-“

Anna’s sentence was cut off as she caught a whiff of the perfume Marie was wearing. In the middle of her ****, Anna froze in place.

It was the same sweet-scented perfume that Bianca favored. The one Anna had used to train Billy with. The one she had accidentally trained herself with.

“What… What is that…?” Anna gasped, instantly horny. All of her anger and embarrassment melted out of her body all at once, as she just turned dumb on the spot.

All of a sudden it was a struggle to even stand up. She just needed release. She needed a finger in her slutty hole.

Confused by Anna’s sudden change, Marie slowly straightened herself up, a cautious expression on her face.

“…Better what?” she asked.

“I… I… Ah…” Anna mumbled, before she stumbled back.

Right now, Marie wore a loose-fitting pink top, with one strap at the base of her neck and the other over her shoulder, resulting in the loose, flowing material sitting at an angle on her body. This fashionable top had the side effect of fanning her perfume towards Anna with Marie’s every movement, wafting the domineering scent towards her.

“You… You ranked first in the last tests…” Anna gulped, steeling herself to continue, despite her **** horniness. “Don’t start thinking… You’re better than me. You’re not.”

“Anna, what the hell…?” Marie asked, simultaneously confused by Anna’s demeanor and hurt by her words. The two girls might not have spoken much, but Marie had still considered Anna something close to a friend - a positive acquaintance, at the very least.

“You’re not good enough… You’ll always be in second place,” Anna said, barely able to get the words out. Her blinking came slow and heavy. Holy FUCK, she just wanted to shove something into her pussy. Her clever mind was deteriorating with every second spent in this enclosed bathroom with that perfume.

Anna looked a lot less threatening now. Face flushed, legs bowed inwards, body shivering. Seeing this, Marie grew more confident. She’d been taken off guard and scared at first, but now she was ready to stand up for herself and take control.

Marie marched forward, every step making her loose, flowy shirt waft more of that intoxicating scent right into Anna’s brain. She stuck a finger to Anna’s chest.

“You LOST, Anna. Live with it. You’re not always going to be the smartest person in the room.”

“N-No, I… I…” Anna gulped. But Marie wasn’t having it.

“It’s not my problem you’re dumber than you thought you were,” she said.

With that, Anna was pushed aside, and Marie walked off. Leaving the former first-ranked student in the bathroom, alone and shuddering.

Anna gulped again, staring blankly at the bathroom wall. What was happening to her?

Dumb…? She wasn’t dumb… She was a genius. Why did that… That bitch call her dumb?

The whole interaction really upset the young nerd. It hadn’t gone the way she wanted at all. In fact, she was only more embarrassed now.

Eventually, her weak brain and her dripping pussy recovered enough for her to leave and head to her next class. But she resolved that, when she went home, she would take out all of her big feelings on Billy. That would make her feel better.

An hour later, Anna was walking through the front door of the house, grinning. Knowing the fun she was about to have.