Snippet #2556136

Aaron had decided to walk around the school building to get to know it yet again, but like the last time he'd done so, Garret's need of aid fell right into his lap- or rather right into his chest as Garret crashed into him when rounding the corner. Aaron's mountain of a body stopped the boy and his arms grabbed him tightly in reflex. Aaron studied the frail boy in his grasp and seeing it was Garret, and that he was indeed bullied again, Aaron's temper boiled. He hated when defenseless people were stepped on, and he rarely negotiated when angry. Shoving Garret to the side, he took three long determined steps towards them as they came running. At the third step, the leader had slowed down and did not expect the punch coming from Aaron. It hit right in the middle of his face so he fell to the ground. Halting there, Aaron stared coldly at the other two, body stern and ready as a bull with the moaning boy by his feet. Aaron didn't vote for violence, but he was horrible at speaking to several people at once, so he leaned on physics to speak for him. He could rarely help it; his body seemed to speak for itself when he got angry or annoyed.