Oh, he couldn't be serious.
He honestly thought that she wasn't letting him inside because she was worried about it being a mess? She knew Darren wasn't dumb, bu--
No. No, wait. Darren was dumb. He was a fucking idiot.
She leaned over her living room table, spraying at the wood with some sort of polish before she moved the cloth over it, ignoring the fact that he was banging still banging on her door like a barbarian. Open the door? Now why the fuck would she want to do something like that? She was sure that as soon as he was in her apartment he would be looking for a way out of it.
She finished cleaning off her table, which was already shiny and clean before she started, and began climbing over her furniture to get to the other side of her apartment. Right now, Devon wasn't just cleaning, she was rearranging everything she owned, just to give her something to do. It was a weird quirk of hers, and she knew that, but when she was scrubbing or washing or dusting she was stopping herself from doing something stupid to release all of her anger and frustration. But right now, it really wasn't cutting it. She wanted nothing more than to just hurt the man standing outside of her door.
Devon continued moving around, pulling everything off of her shelves so that her floor was covered in books, photo and music albums, and whatever else she had on there, just so she could put them back later. It was sad that she sometimes had to make a mess just so she could clean it up...which was what she was doing right now, even in the kitchen as she squatted down to empty out her cabinets, throwing the items inside onto the floor without even minding where they landed. She didn't even care how much noise she was making, because it blocked out the sound of Darren's voice.
Why the fuck was he still there?!
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