POV: Adan Bradford
I pulled Calla with me into the next class, which was actually Biology. Both of us sat side-by-side. One look at her showed how annoyed and highly offended she was by my statement to that annoying girl who had asked her to read with her.
“What was that for?” She asked, looking pissed off.
I shrugged. “That girl was plain rude to me. Didn’t you see?” I retorted.
Calla scoffed. “There is no excuse for body shaming anyone. Do you know what you just did? You have dropped her confidence level to level zero, and she is going to be even more insecure than she probably was in the past. You don’t just go around saying mean and awful things to people,” she said.
“Oh, is that really how you see me? You believe that I just go around making people’s lives miserable?” I inquired
