You would have terrified me, had we been contemporaries.
You wouldn’t have noticed me (I was/am good at blending into the woodwork) and I would have tagged you as one of the Scary Girls.
But… if we’d been thrown together* somehow and I’d gotten to know you…
If I’d learned of your vulnerabilities, would I have felt some calling to protect you? I had romantic notions back then of knights throwing themselves between the damsel and the dragon.**
I don’t think I would have done it the right way.***
I don’t think you really needed protecting. Not by age 16. Not by someone like me at age 16.
But I’d have been available if you needed someone to have your back in nasty situations.
*For two very different people in a large school, the only opportunity I can come up with from my high school years would have been driver’s ed. I was paired with someone a year older than I was for practical driving training, one of us in the front with the instructor and the other in the back seat. It was a Learning Experience; I learned that power brakes are VERY sensitive to being stomped on, and she learned that, even when someone is driving slowly in a parking lot, it is a good idea to wear a seat belt while in the back seat. After the bloody nose (which was not seriously bloody — it didn’t get on her shirt or anything, so what was the big deal?) I don’t think we exchanged two words. You wouldn’t have overreacted from some silly bloody nose, would you, Jules?
**Only later did I find that this usually pissed off the damsel, who was getting a bead on the dragon’s nose with her RPG before I screwed up her shot. At least the kind of damsels I fell in with.
***I was a total moron when it came to girls. I like to think I’ve worked my way up to the point where I’m only mildly mentally deficient with women, romantically speaking; fortunately, now there’s only one who matters, and she loves me anyway.