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Aug. 14th, 2011 12:42 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
fry_sandhu"Oi! Retard!"
Fry looks around and glares at the familiar voice of his mortal enemy; Bethany Sharpe and her gang. He'd managed to ditch them for a while since the manure incident, but now that it's summer holidays there's always the prospect of a collision.
"I'm just minding my own business, don't you have anything better to do?" he asks the sniggering gang of girls.
"Where are you going?" one of the girls asks.
"Chess tournament." Fry replies. The girls laugh in unison.
"Let's make him late." one of them says. "See if he throws a tantrum."
"I left forty eight minutes contingency time." Fry replies. "So piss off."
"You tell 'em mate." another girl says, coming up next to him and making a rude hand gesture at the girls. The gang glare at her, then slope off.
"Thanks." Fry says, nodding at the girl and continuing down the street.
"No problem. Are you going to the chess tournament?"
"Yes. Are you?"
"I've not played in a tournament before but I thought I'd try this year. I'm Kenzie by the way."
"That's an unusual name for a girl." Fry comments. "I'm Alexander Jefry Sandhu but I like to be called Fry."
"Oh, it's short for Makenzie. You're cute." She grins at him.
"I am?" Fry blinks at her.
"Yeah, you've got gorgeous hair." She reaches towards him but he shies away.
"I don't like to be touched."
"Oh." she looks disappointed. "Shame, looks fun to ruffle."
They head into the tournament. He glances at her as she goes to register. She's probably an attractive girl, as far as he can tell. She sticks up for strangers and plays chess, which is all the more attractive.
He doesn't catch her again, and finds himself slightly disappointed. That is, until someone taps him on the shoulder and he nearly jumps out of his skin.
"Don't do that! Oh..." he looks down at the ultra serious eleven-year-old in front of him, and starts to sign as he talks. "Hi Jordan. You okay?"
"K-Z said to give you this." Jordan says, concentrating to make the words she can't hear come out clearly. She hands him a phone number and walks off.
Fry looks around and glares at the familiar voice of his mortal enemy; Bethany Sharpe and her gang. He'd managed to ditch them for a while since the manure incident, but now that it's summer holidays there's always the prospect of a collision.
"I'm just minding my own business, don't you have anything better to do?" he asks the sniggering gang of girls.
"Where are you going?" one of the girls asks.
"Chess tournament." Fry replies. The girls laugh in unison.
"Let's make him late." one of them says. "See if he throws a tantrum."
"I left forty eight minutes contingency time." Fry replies. "So piss off."
"You tell 'em mate." another girl says, coming up next to him and making a rude hand gesture at the girls. The gang glare at her, then slope off.
"Thanks." Fry says, nodding at the girl and continuing down the street.
"No problem. Are you going to the chess tournament?"
"Yes. Are you?"
"I've not played in a tournament before but I thought I'd try this year. I'm Kenzie by the way."
"That's an unusual name for a girl." Fry comments. "I'm Alexander Jefry Sandhu but I like to be called Fry."
"Oh, it's short for Makenzie. You're cute." She grins at him.
"I am?" Fry blinks at her.
"Yeah, you've got gorgeous hair." She reaches towards him but he shies away.
"I don't like to be touched."
"Oh." she looks disappointed. "Shame, looks fun to ruffle."
They head into the tournament. He glances at her as she goes to register. She's probably an attractive girl, as far as he can tell. She sticks up for strangers and plays chess, which is all the more attractive.
He doesn't catch her again, and finds himself slightly disappointed. That is, until someone taps him on the shoulder and he nearly jumps out of his skin.
"Don't do that! Oh..." he looks down at the ultra serious eleven-year-old in front of him, and starts to sign as he talks. "Hi Jordan. You okay?"
"K-Z said to give you this." Jordan says, concentrating to make the words she can't hear come out clearly. She hands him a phone number and walks off.
