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Aria followed Dante and Daren out of the store.

"Uhhh...Bye T!!!"

She smacked Dante in the back of the head and got in.

"Why are you so rude?"

Dante got inside the car. "Aria I'm always rude." Dante started the car and looked in his rearview mirror at Daren. "Where do-" Dante stopped. That kid was glaring at him! "You got a problem b***h?" Dante asked angrily. From day one that kid had always had it out for Dante. Yeah Dante was a rude punk towards him, but still, there was no need for it. Dante opened up his door and stepped out. He pushed his seat forward and looked at Daren who was sitting in the back. "Do you just want to settle this once and for all? Every time I see you, you always have some sort of problem with me. It's either you tell me what you're problem is or I rip your punk a** out of that seat."

Dante's face turned red from anger. No one has ever told him that to his face. He's always heard it through other people, but this kid had guts to tell him that. Dante reached inside the car and grabbed him by the arm. He pulled him out of the car and threw him to the ground. He stood over him as he stared into his eyes. Anger rolled out of his eyes as he reached down. He lifted Daren's upper body up from the ground as he pummeled Daren in the face with four heavy blows. He let go of him as customers from Trisha's shop watched. He heard a few customers yell for someone to call the cops. A few more told them stopped them since they wanted to see the fight. Dante looked at Daren laying there. He wanted to keep going. He wanted to just let it all out. Everything from the past couple of days. The Veto situation, and anger at himself. He decided not to. Instead he just kicked Daren in the face with his boots. He was done with him.

Anger flowed off of Dante as he walked back to his car. He took out his jacket which was in the back seat and wiped off his boot and hands. He went over to the kid after he laid still for a bit. He held his jacket as he bent down and checked the kid out. He was knocked out but still breathing. At least he isn't dead Dante thought as he shook Daren. He tried to wake him up by shaking his body. He rolled his jacket into a ball and put it under Daren's head. Dante felt bad for once. He felt bad because Aria liked him and he practically killed him. Dante really needed to work on his anger and feelings before something worse happened. He continued to shake the kid trying to wake him up.

Dante was kinda glad once Daren came back. "It's either you accept my help or you lay here to die." Dante looked around. Everyone seemed to leave and go on about there business. "No one in this town cares about anyone else. That's how Alex died." Dante started to trail off. He turned his attention back to Daren. He was hurting, and Dante already knew that. "I only did it because you need to learn to quit acting tough if you can't back it up. Plus I warned you about talking to me about that." Dante helped him sit up and he knelled down. He put his arm behind his back so that he wouldn't fall. He felt Daren slipping, but kept him up and awake. "The only reason I'm helping is because Aria likes you. If I didn't consider her a sister and cared about her, I would've left you laying here already."

Dante walked over to his car and looked at him. "Well since you don't need my help I'll be leaving now." Dante walked over to him. He looked at Daren's body and then his car. He was leaning against it for support. "If you don't need my support, then don't lean against my car." Dante said as he pushed him off of it. He walked over to his door and opened it. He got inside and started it again. He revved the motor a few times, before turning on the radio and looking at Aria. "Are you ready?" Dante asked her. He knew that she was going to chew him out after what he had just done to Daren. He figured that Aria would yell at him and call him a lunatic. Heck...for all he knew she would get out and let Dante go about his business alone. What ever she did, Dante didn't care, he just wanted to leave.

Dante drove away from the store. His whole body felt numb. His hand was shaking as he tried to grip the steering wheel. Dante didn't feel a whole lot of anything. His emotions had shut down, his breathing had calmed, but the thoughts continued to race. He had no where to go now. No one to turn to, except for the other "friends" that he did have. But who was he trying to fool, those weren't his friends. Those were just people he manipulated into being on his side of everything. The only friend that could be taken out of that group was Xavier, but he wasn't sure if Xavier just wanted his money or not. Dante began to think about what Aria said. Do I really act like this because I think I'm a bigshot, he thought as he sat at the red light. The answer was a little obvious to him and everyone else. He did think he was a big shot. He did think that he could do anything, anywhere, and at anytime. He wasn't sure why he thought this, but somewhere inside of him was the answer. A car behind him started to honk their horn at him as he sat at the now green light. Dante began to drive to nowhere. He was just driving. He could go back to Victoria's and try to save the pieces that were left, but he wasn't sure. He finally came to an answer as he pulled into the local supermarket parking lot. He pulled into the very end parking space. Entering the store he looked around, not knowing what to get. Browsing isle by isle, he came up to the candy section and saw some chocolate. There was a women with her son buying bags of candy and putting them in a cart. It looked as if they were having some sort of party later. Dante hesitantly asked the women a few questions.

"Excuse me, ma'am?" Dante said using the manners his mother taught him.
"Yes?" The women asked as she put a bag of candy back down.
"What would you get someone, a girl, to make up for a fight that you just had?" Dante asked as he looked at some chocolates.
"Well son, it wouldn't be candy, that's for sure." the woman said with a chuckle. "Get her something meaningful. Maybe a card and a flower." the woman put a few more bags into the cart.
"Thanks." Dante said as he walked away.

He went to the card isle and no one was there. If he needed help then he was going to get none. Walking up and down the small rows of beautifully designed cards, his boats clunked as they hit the ground, but the sound stopped. He saw a row of "Forgive & Forget" cards and he looked through them. He found one with some sort of nice design and that looked cool. He put it back. He then picked up one that had the words "I'm sorry" on the front. Seems legit enough he thought as he opened it.

I'm sorry for... the card read. It was meant to be filled in by the buyer. He grabbed the envelope that went with the card and headed towards the front. He saw a few flowers that looked old and dying by the stand. He walked over to the flower section and asked if they had a fresh batch. The woman pointed at the fridge type display case and he took one out of there. It was a purple carnation with a few leafy looking things. He knew nothing about flowers, but he assumed it was good enough. He walked over to the check out line. The clunking from his shoes had been suppressed by the noise of frantic shoppers. He got in the shortest line that he saw. Two males were buying a whole basket of cleaning supplies and rags. They were taking forever to buy all of it, but he stood still and waited. They were finally finished and the one said thank you to the cashier. The voice sounded familiar, but he couldn't see around the woman in front of him. The two guys started walking away and Dante caught one of their faces. It was Jason. "Jason." Dante semi-yelled as he placed his items on the counter. Jason and his brother turned around to find Dante standing in line calling them.

"Well at least he can't kick our asses in the store for being late." Jason's brother Chad said as they walked around the line and came up behind Dante.
"We're sorry that we're late Dante." Jason told him looking down.
"Don't be. You don't have to do any cleaning now. Victoria freaked out on me." Dante told the two as he stepped up to the cashier.
"But we-" Chad was cut off.
"I know. I'll pay you back." Dante told the two
The cashier cut into the conversation. "That will be six seventy-five sir." Dante swiped his card. The woman handed him a paper to sign. Dante signed the slip and grabbed his bag.
"I'll call you after a while. You can just clean my car." He said as they followed him out the door.
"You got the car! Can we see it?" Jason exclaimed.
"I'm in a rush. I'll see you two later." Dante said as he started to run down the isle.

He got in the car and headed towards Victoria's. He pulled out front of the large building. He took the card out the bag and wrote a message in it.
I'm sorry for being a douche. For being a fool. For being the stupid guy that I am. I'll try to become someone better, but I can't promise fast results. Dante wrote put the card in the envelope and closed it. He locked his doors and walked into the building. He climbed the stairs and with each step came a loud footstep. He reached the top of the stairs and went to her door. Knocking on the door, he shifted in place as the bag rustled next to his side, and he waited patiently deciding if he should leave the stuff and run, or to be a man and give it to her personally.

((Yeah I noticed that too Mel....but it going to tie into my plan for Dante))

Dante was quiet for a few minutes. He didn't know how to tel her what he was thinking or felt. He still felt numb and emotionless, but he tried his hardest to feel something. "I...I got you this." Dante said as he handed the card and purple flower to her. "Do what ever you want with it, but at least read the card." Dante walked past her to get his phone off the table. He picked it up and placed it in his pocket as he walked back out the door. He didn't know what else to say to her. He didn't know how to act either. He rustled in his jacket as he felt uneasy and nervous. He didn't want to stick around much longer, especially if she hated him. "I can stick around if you want me to, or I can leave, either way it's your call." Dante rubbed his cut and bruised hand as he continued to hide it in his jacket. While standing there he couldn't help but see the tear streaks were still on her face and that she looked rough. He felt horrible. The first feeling that he's felt since he went to Aria's job was guilt. It saddened him in a small way and he had to turn his head and shamefully look at the ground. How could he cause so much hurt, pain, anger, sadness, and trauma in such a small period of time and show little emotion about doing any of it?