Out of habit, my eyes swept up and down the small figure of this girl, nose scrunching as I did so. It was just in my personality to help people fix their faults. I did this out of kindness, so they wouldn't get picked on for it later.

"Hey, you might want to pull your shirt up a little more, you're kind of showing a bit too much cleavage, don't you think?" I asked, gesturing at the not-so-modest v-neck she had on. Tears began to pool around her eyes and immediately I knew I said something wrong. I made an attempt to fix it. "No, I'm so sorry! I meant like with your quiet personality and nice persona it didn't quite fit for you to be wearing a shirt that might as well have been a second skin. You can see everything!" 

Her face lit up brighter than Christmas lights.Then she crossed her arms across her chest, clearly feeling self conscious

Yet just as I thought the mouse-haired girl would run crying out of the lunch room, she surprised me.

Glaring at me with angry eyes, she yelled. "Oh yeah? Well newsflash Mr. Bigshot, I'd rather be accused of being a slut then being a bully in reality!"

Then she stormed out, leaving me with wide eyes and a gaping mouth. 

Accused her of being a slut? Me, a bully?

Say what?

~*~*~*~*~

Kieran Stonewall never meant to be mean - to anyone. He genuinely wanted to help them grow into a better version of themself, not realizing that his words were hurting, not helping.

It was only when one unexpected outburst that he realized he had become something he swore to never be. 

A bully.