CakeandCandles

I took his hand, and returned the usual gesture. “Name’s Cry, don’t ask. Watch where you’re going next time.” I muttered. I let go of his hand and turned to pick up my books. I heard him scatter off down the hallway, as I walked through the doorway into my class. A little while later, I was sitting with my buddy Ken at lunch. “Hey, have you seen that Swedish kid?” He asked me, forking some turkey into his mouth. “Yeah he bumped into me this morning. He needs to watch who he’s running into these days or he’ll end up running into the wrong guy.” My curly-haired friend smirked. &