Donald was now so harsh with Dawn because Adrian had moved in. Donald figured he didn't have much of a chance with her, when he didn;t know the half of it. It made him mad to see him treat her like that, but he knew Donald was a blunt person, a trait he respected. Not enough people in this world can just just tell it as it is, Donald was one of the few.
Donald hoped he was close to class. He lit another cigarette, inhaling his nicotine as he kept walking. Where's Edward, he wondered. He decided he didn't care about much anymore, and he looked out a window. He thought about leaving, just forgetting all this and going out into the wild, living with Earth. Or in jail. Either one was better than this now.