When you say the name "Marion De Ville" to a Yancy Academy student, you'll get one of the two reactions:
The first is from students who lick the floor Marion walks on.
Marion is painted as a hero, a shining beacon of hope, someone who ensures that due justice is given. This was how the girls all talked about Marion De Ville, the person to count on when it comes to protecting the girls of Yancy Academy with the Kill PlayBoy Club, Marion's pride and joy.
"Screw a knight or a prince charming when you have Marion! You either want to be her, or be with her," is what the girls would always tell you.
Now, the second especially comes from a very specific group of people.
Upon hearing of Marion De Ville's name, they shower her with curses. They curse her as if she's the devil incarnate herself, spitting on her name.
These curses come from the spiteful and malicious bad boys and play boys that think they own Yancy Academy and its girls.
Because they know, in Marion De Ville's eyes, they're always prime suspect number one and they could never outrun the devil.
It's the night of the bonfire party and Marion, along with her friends, have come to seek justice in the form of one of Marion's favorite pastimes, tormenting the bad boys and playboys who deserved it.
Of course, she claims it as her "favorite pastime" for the image of the brave heroine who brings these bad boys down on their knees, but only Marion knows the true reason for it.
Care to find out? Let's see who's got what it takes.
***
Said Marion De Ville is laughing as she watches Keaton, one of the aforementioned playboys, struggle against the duct tape he found himself waking up to.
Tonight, the target is Keaton Harris, whose girlfriend
now hopefully, ex-girlfriend
came to them asking for help about a boyfriend who threatened to abuse her.
Of course, none of them would let him get away with it, especially Marion De Ville herself. She'd never want to see anyone in the same miserable and desolate state she was in before, and so she keeps her promise to the girls of Yancy Academy to help them.
As she kneels down in front of a struggling Keaton, her cousin Devon hands her the tube of wasabi as her giggling best friend Melissa films on the side.
"Enjoy your midnight snack, Keaton," are the last words Keaton hears from Marion before insurmountable pain fills his nostrils.
***
"Holy shit, look over there," Devon points to one of the tents, towards two figures who were making out behind it. "Oh fuck, that looks like Josh and Rebecca, I knew that rumor about him cheating on his girlfriend was right!" She stands up, her phone camera already set to record, and walks closer to them from behind the bushes.
"God, not another scumbag," Marion groans in frustration, "why can't these fuckers just keep it in their pants?" Marion whisper-hisses, walking with her head down and back hunched to hide, Melissa on her trail. By the time they catch up to Devon, she's almost finished taking the video, standing behind a tent a few feet away.
"Devon, hurry up! We're too close to the fire, they might see us." Marion tugs at her cousin's arm.
"Oh, this is so going on the Facebook page," Devon says as she starts to type on her phone.
"What's going on the Facebook page, girls?" A booming voice speaks from behind them, coming from the area by the fire. Marion looks behind her to see that the rest of the guys in that area were looking at the three of them, even some guys on the hammocks although they looked too out of it to really care.
"What's that on your phone?" The same voice speaks again, it's owner nudging his head towards the phone on Devon's hand. "You have three seconds to delete it, before I do it for you."
"Who the hell are you telling me what to do?" Devon glares at him, clutching her phone towards her chest.
"And who the hell are you to take videos of my friend without his permission?" The stranger asks back, walking closer towards them with his own glare.
With the fire behind him, it takes a while for Marion's eyes to adjust and for a spark of recognition to light up. Standing in front of them was Ronan Levet, a transferee who was rumored to be a total asshole. On his first week alone, he'd gotten into 3 fist fights, somehow not getting expelled and having won all of them. Marion can feel the disdain slowly seep towards her face, so she steps forward between Devon and Ronan.
"Back off, it's not her fault your friend's being a sleazebag behind his girlfriend's back. Cee has the right to know that she's dating a scumbag," Marion remarks, her own glare directed towards Ronan, whose face showed several degrees of confusion.
"No, you back off. Don't just dip yourselves into other people's business, especially ones where you don't know shit," he replies, walking closer towards Marion with his chin raised defiantly. "You look like a good girl, I'm sure you could listen to me just this once sweetheart?"
So not only was he an asshole, he was also a sleazebag like his friend. Birds of the same feather and all that.
Marion huffs out an annoyed laugh, her jaw tightening. "You listen to me, asshole. Don't ever call me sweetheart again if you want your baby makers intact before you leave high school."
"Why? Hoping to use it with me before the end of high school?" Ronan smirks, his eyebrows raised in amusement. "I don't know, I'm into blondes these days, but I can reconsider." He hums.
"In your dreams, would you rather I just get rid of them right here?" She steps closer, leaning into his space and not backing down. Her fists are clenched at her sides as she hears Melissa say, "Marion, let's go…"
"Careful with that one, Ronan! She runs that Kill PlayBoy Club we told you about!" One of the guys by the fire shouts. "One time, my buddy got all his stuff in his bag replaced with fucking frogs, that was disgusting."
'What's more disgusting was how your friend was dating 5 girls at once.' Marion fights the urge to retort.
"Oh fuck, yeah, remember when she replaced last year's rugby captain sports drink with dog piss? It was after practice too, the poor thirsty bastard," another guy adds, laughing by the end.
'Not my fault he's lower than both dog piss and dog shit.' Marion rolls her eyes at their statements, knowing what she did was dignified after the girls came to her for help.
"It's true, she'll hate your guts the most! A bastard like you would probably be served with worms and maggots if you ask for spaghetti," Aki, who Marion recognizes, follows up with a laugh. "Marion will have a stupid playboy like you burnt at the stake especially!"
"Specially burnt at the skate? Glad to know I could still receive some special treatment for you," Ronan laughs, a finger lifting her chin. "What other special treatment do you have for me?"
"How about I cut your fing-" Marion starts, but is stopped by Melissa with a hand gripping her own that was reaching for her knife.
"Marion, don't bother, I think we should go," Melissa says.
"Now hold on, you haven't done what I asked you to do," Ronan stops them, a hand coming around Marion's shoulders. "I'm keeping her hostage 'til you do."
"Piss off!" Marion exclaims.
"Yo dude, careful, she's allergic to bad boys. Might break out in hives," someone says from the back.
"Really?" Ronan smiles at the guys behind him, and looks back at Marion to tip her chin upwards. "Why don't we make sure of that?" He whispers into her ear, before leaning to softly kiss her lips.