You were at the mall with your best friend (bf/n) walking through Hot Topic. You loved that store. Your entire wardrobe came from this place. From the red plaid checkered skirt you were now wearing, to the (fav band) t-shirt hanging in your closet. You weren't much for wearing skirts, but this one had bad-ass written all over it! Plus you were wearing a pair of black leggings on underneath of it, so it didn't feel to, ahem, 'breezy.'

You had just walked out of the store with your bags, and your friend in tow, she decided it was time to go home, and left you standing in the middle of the food court. 'Just great' you thought. 'Now I look like a loser standing alone in the middle of the food court all by myself.'

You were about to turn and leave as well when something caught your eye. It was a boy about your age being flung against the small water fountain in the middle of the mall.

This pissed you off. You hated seeing other people getting bullied. You had never been a victim of bullying per say, but due to your dark look, and distant nature; people often talked behind your back and called you a lesbian. Not that there was anything wrong with being a lesbian, some of your best friends were lesbian. Still, you didn't appreciate being judged before people even got to know you. You always ignored it though. It didn't bother you; it just proved to you that those people were ignorant and sheltered their whole lives

But when you saw someone else getting bullied, that drew the line. You were a bully's bully. You gave them a taste of their own medicine, and this time was no different.

You walked up to the 2 guys bullying the boy, your skirt swishing as you walked at a fast pace, and you hair bouncing about your face.

As you drew closer you got a better look at them. The 2 assailants were your typical high school bullies, with ripped jeans, and tattered shirts.

The boy against the fountain, however, was a whole different story. He had medium length, dirty blonde hair, with a curl sticking out of his head that seemed to defy gravity. He wore a simple pair of khaki pants, and a red sweatshirt, with a white maple leaf on it.

In his left hand was a white bag that he seemed reluctant to let go of.

You steadily continued your advance upon them.

"Go back home you damned Canadian!" One of the guys said.

"Yeah! We don't need more of you kind here!" the other stated as he shoved the boy into the fountain, absolutely soaking him.

"Hey!" you yelled. "Leave him alone you dirty bastards!" Your voice made them turn. They smirked and walked over toward you.

"And what if we don't?" the taller of the 2 asked.

"Then I'll make you leave him alone," you said cooly. At this they started to laugh.

"Please sweet heart! You?! HA! I find that funny! Now why don't you quit trying to be a little hero, and go back in the kitchen where you belong?"

'These guys just don't know when to shut their mouths' you thought dryly.

You stepped forward to the taller of the 2 and got right in his face.

"You don't want to push my buttons today," you said. "I've not been in a good mood, and I've been looking for someone to take it out on."

"You know you're pretty cute up close sweet heart," he said with a smirk. "How about we go back to my place and you can suck my d- AHHH!"

He didn't even get to finish his sentence before he was air born. You threw him at least 10 feet across the floor before he skidded to a stop in front of Victoria's Secret.

You turned to his friend. "Are you next in line?" you asked. The guy shook his head quickly and ran with friend right at his heels. "That's what I thought." You turned your attention back to the boy in the fountain. He had yet to get up because he was in shock over seeing a girl make 2 big guys like them run with their tail between their legs.

You walked over to him and he shrank back a little. "Relax, I don't bite….much," you said with a small smirk and winked at the boy. You extended your hand to help him up. He took it gratefully, and stepped out of the fountain. You picked up his back that he had dropped before falling in. "Here," you said handing it to him.

"T-thank you," he managed to stutter out.

"No problem. What's your name?"

"I'm M-Mathew Williams, and y-yours?"

"The names _ _," you said simply. "Good god you're absolutely soaked!" you said. "Well then you better come with me then…" You turned and motioned for him to follow you. You walked to a different store in the mall and headed straight for the men's section. You picked a new pair of khaki pants, and a nice blue button down shirt.

You held them up to him to make sure they fit. "Now then," you said. "This should work."

"You r-really don't need to do this for me." Matthew mumbled.

"Nah It's fine. I don't mind, besides I don't want you catching a cold now do I?" You turned to him and gave him one of your rare smiles and went to pay for his new clothes. Matthew's breath caught in his throat. Your smile was beautiful! It made his heart race, and his face go red.

"You alright?" you asked when you got back, and saw his red face.

"I-I'm f-fine," he stuttered out.

"Alright then, I'll wait over here while you go change. You handed him the bag with his new clothes in it, and watched as he headed towards the men's dressing room.