Craig never did care for the Frenchman at his school. And no, he was not referring to Pip; at least that limey was tolerable.
No, he was talking of the actual Frenchie, Christophe, or Mole, depending on his mood.
There was not anything wrong with him as a person. It more that his habits pissed Craig off.
For instance, the fact that he always carried that damned shovel with him everywhere was annoying, especially since he had been whacked in the face with it on more than one occasion.
Another thing was his increasingly fake accent. Sure when he had first moved here, it was genuine but over the years, he lost it, but kept trying to keep it. It made his sound gay.
However, the worst thing about his was his chain smoking. Even if a teacher would tell him to put it out, he would snuff and have a new one back in its place in a minute or two. The smoking, itself, was not too bad. From a distance. The smell was what bothered Craig the most. It was one of the things his simply could not stand.
That is why when his teacher paired him with the Frenchie and Kenny he protested venomously.
Sure, the assignment was a simple short video; something he could do in his sleep, and would not last longer then an hour, hour and a half tops, but the point still stand that that hour would be pure torture. With a hint of sex.
In the end, he did not get his way.
So, as he trailed behind the two, Craig pouted; his arms crossed, his bottom lip sticking out and his shoes scuffing the ground.
Kenny and Christophe chatted about different ideas for the movie, repeatedly drifting to the topic of soft-core porn.
The blonde, during the conversation, kept glancing back a Craig but never said anything outright. Finally, Christophe turned around and demanded for him to stop acting like a pussy so they could finish this quickly.
Growling angrily, Craig raised his right fist into the air and slapped his left hand against his elbow, shouting. "Screw you Frenchie!"
Christophe's mouth dropped open and his cigarette fell to the ground.
They stood there for a moment in silence. Kenny backing up uneasily.
Suddenly Christophe tore his shovel from the strap that held it to his back and swung it at Craig's head.
Craig ducked, barely dodging the tool-turned-weapon. "What the hell?"
"How dare you!" Christophe roared, his accent gone in his age. He swung again, this time diagonally, causing Craig to fall back on his ass.
"What the fuck did I do?" Craig yelled as he rolled out of the way, the shovel sinking into the ground an inch away from his nose.
Kenny took a brave step forward as if to intervene and somehow caught a blow to the neck.
Automatically Christophe let go of the handle, watching with wide eyes as blood stained the head of the shovel and Kenny curiously touched where the steel imbedded into his throat.
Scrambling to his feet, Craig reached out to pull it out but knew that wouldn't help. "Holy shit man."
Kenny smiled to himself and managed to croak out; "Cool." before collapsing face first into the snow, dislodging Christophe's possession.
A minuet of complete silence passed before Craig cried. "Fuck man! You killed Kenny!"
Opening his mouth to answer, Christophe was cut off before he made a sound.
"You bastard!"
Both teens turned to see Kyle across the street with Stan, waving his fist in the air.
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Hmm, something old that I'm finally putting up.
Two small notes:
One: The line 'With a hint of sex.' was there because of Kenny. Not cause of hot man sex.
Two: In France, if you do the motion (that Craig did) to a Frenchman he'll be seriously pissed off. Not like in America where it's a sort of greeting. . . . Yea.