Zoe was in her usual goth attire, unaffected by the card. She glared at him and curled her lip at the sight of him. “Weirdo.”
“Freak,” he snapped back as he headed downstairs. His parents were in the living room watching tv together and glanced up as he came down, exchanging a worried glance.
“Jon dear,” said his mother “We don’t mind you...experimenting up in your room, but could you please put something on when your elsewhere in the house? What if we had guests?”
“But mom,” he whined “You know clothes are torture, it’s bad enough I have to wear them to school.”
“Never the less,” she began, but was cut off by a knock at the door. Wide eyed she ushered him into the kitchen and quickly closed the door as Jon’s father answered the front one.
