"No... Um... I'm fine...." She said lying, she wasn't fine. These girls were being plain germs, she wanted to lay'em out. She had always thought men were the worse sex, now to see her own kind being jerks she wanted to kill them. She refrained from looking mad she was going to take matters in her own hands later.
She almost blushed when he offered his hand for help. She had never been treated like a lady so this was all new to her. She took his hand lightly she slowly got up, she didn't know what it was like to be treated right. She tried hard not to blush from all of the days events and now him helping her up. She then heard the girl in the back make a comment. "Look at her, she's just beings friends with him for the chance he'd fall for her. Which will never happen, I mean look she's got a whip I bet she has a sword to go with that. Such a stupid girl, guys don't like tough girls. He'd never want to be with her, I bet she's never worn a dress or makeup." the girl's comment fell like a dagger into Amelia's mind. She closed her eyes quickly letting go of his hand, she decided it was best she didn't tell the girl off. She decided this girl wouldn't stop she'd only throw more daggers. But this one dagger did hurt, she felt it was quite possible that the girl was right.