She heard someone falling to the ground and turned. Seeing that one of the boys who had passed her was flat on his back. She was starting to lean down to try and help him up, as it was her better nature, when she was turned the other way. Taken by the arm, she still was reaching back. Yes, they had been mean to her, but knowing what it was like to feel helpless... she couldn't keep herself from wanting to assist the boy. Her brows furrowed at the words the stranger produced. He had been decent up until now, she thought. Why this sudden change?<br/><br/>Her blush still apparent as she stood her ground. She wanted to spout her own feelings but this was definitely the last place she could do such a thing. The boys would tell her father what she said and she'd have worse than hell to pay. Taking a deep breath she chose other words instead.<br/><br/>"May I please, just help him up?" She asked him, even as the friends of the boy started calling out more names. Asking what the hell was wrong with him, and what gave him the right.