It was Friday, after class, and Donnie just didn't feel like going home right away. Why would he when his Mom would find something to bitch at him for? Granted, he probably deserved it but he hated hearing it constantly, and she couldn't just ever let something go. Fucking ridiculous. And his Dad didn't really say much. Sure, he tried to be the negotiator and keep them calm but it was pretty useless. He loved his Mom but she needed to hella chill out.
Donnie walked through the gym on the way out to the bleachers. His hands in his pockets, mostly there protecting his stash and utensils from poking through his jeans where the teachers and principal could see. It's not like they would've kicked him out. They probably would've sent him to detention for a month and given him a couple sessions with the school therapist or something. It was so fucking weak. As he started to pass through the weight room, he caught Roz there on the bench press, "Sup Goldilocks? You need a spotter?"