Don couldn't wait for the class to end, he nodded off a couple times, but some jerk in the back decided he'd make a good target for throwing eraser pieces at, or else they were meant for Vincent and just hitting him instead because they had such bad aim. Pretending to be asleep he spots who the culprit is, the girl snickering in their direction because apparently she found it highly amusing. After roughly an hour and a half the professor finally finishes his class, handing back the quiz from the previous week.
"I've written notes on the papers of those I'd like to speak with after class, just drop by my office during my hours so that I may speak with you." Looking at his paper Don can see there's more read marks than need be on it considering that all his answers were correct, just not writing his answer out in complete sentences is all. Though the professor took almost half the points off for each question when it states on the quiz that written portion is only worth ten percent of the grade. Shoving the paper in his bag he gets up and leaves the class room, going to the side of the door and leaning on the wall at a spot where people in the room can't see him. As the girl who was throwing erasers walks out he grabs her shirt and pins her against the wall.
"I was always taught not to hit girls, but I have to say you're really getting on my nerves. I had always thought girls were more mature than guys, but you're nothing more than a snot nosed brat who thinks its funny to annoy people."
"That was an accident! I wasn't aiming at you!" The girl shakes, obviously realizing she must have hit him a few times. Hearing this Don narrows his eyes, his expression going from annoyed to ticked off.
"Honestly, what you said just made things worse for you, picking on people just because you're jealous of them. How about this, instead of being so self centered and thinking you can just do what the hell you please, be smart for once and actually think about how you would feel if some dumb ass did that to you." Shoving her to the side she falls on her butt, shocked she got away without getting beat by him. Scowling he turns and leaves, obviously in a bad mood. He heads for the student center and goes to the third floor where people are not usually at and sits down at the piano up there. Looking at the keys silently for a moment, then brings his hands up to the keys and begins playing
Horowitz' variation of Bizet's Carmen.