It had been three days since Dante returned back to school, and as expected, his return was the one topic on everybody’s lips. Not just because of his suicide attempt, but also because of the extreme makeover that had taken place. The letterman jacket he sported since he joined the football team was replaced for a leather one with studs, his jeans were ripped and the expensive colognes he liked to wear replaced by the scent of smoke and weed. His seat at the jock table was still vacant, as he hadn’t come anywhere near it since he went back to school. He had different friends now, friends that didn’t judge him... well most of them didn’t.
After Harry and Jude gotten into an argument about Dante being the new addition to the group, he had decided to sit somewhere by himself for a bit. As he rolled a cigarette, he noticed that the nail polish Rhiannon had put on his nails yesterday had already chipped a bit. It felt sorta weird on his nails, but Dante liked how it looked on him. Before his parents disowned him, he bullied guys for using any kind of make up, mostly because dudes being effeminate used to scare the hell out of him. It was strange how empowered he felt wearing some of it himself. Just as he was about to light his cigarette, he heard a familiar voice and looked up.
