Donald kept his hands on the wheel as they cruised toward Nexus Academy, while Don held his phone up, scrolling through the news feed.
Headlines and comments about his evaluation flashed by, a mix of critiques, and flat-out trolling. He chuckled a bit at some, though he sighed lightly at the more biting remarks. 'Guess that's fame for you. Can't please everyone,' he thought, switching apps to fire off a quick text to Summer:
*I'm almost at your school, are you done yet?* He hit send and slipped his phone back into his pocket just as Donald rolled to a stop at a red light.
Don turned to Donald, giving him a bit of a sidelong look. "So…" he began, a smirk creeping onto his face, "did you at least get her number? What was her name again… Becky, right?"
Donald, already looking a little zoned out, blinked as he processed the question. A moment passed before he let out a long, defeated sigh. "Shit."
