Grace looked up very slightly at the intervention of Kyle, her gaze slightly curious amongst the other emotions overwhelming her. At the other girl’s words she looked back down. The other girl smiled slightly at the boy’s words and tossed her hair slightly with a smirk and a small scoff. “Cool your jets hot stuff, I was just teasing.” She said carelessly as she turned and walked away, joining a group of other very tall and attractive looking girls whom she began laughing with as if the whole encounter with the pair had never happened.

Grace slowly looked away from them and then back to Kyle with a small smile. She reached out to touch him for a moment, before feeling the heat radiating off his body and quickly retracted her hand, holding it gently. “Thank you.” She said gently, looking at him with another small smile as she wiped away the small tears that had formed in her eyes. “You didn’t have to… but I’m glad you did. Sometimes it feels like everyone can sense my nervousness. I’m like a wounded gazelle on the Serengeti. The bullies just seem to smell me coming from a mile away.”

She actually laughed softly and seemed to have calmed down and mostly gotten over her nervousness from before. “I’ll try not to be a burden like that in the future.” She promised. “Do you always get all hot when you get mad?” Grace asked curiously, remembering how he’d been practically radiating heat. No doubt if she’d touched him she would have burnt herself.