"Doing what, Darren? What were you doing in London with Lydia Proudfoot, you fucking asshole?!" it was then that the vase flew from out of her hand, shattering just inches away from him on the wall. Devon flinched a little bit as she listened to the loud crash, but something inside of her had snapped. "I know everything...I know about the drugs, and I know about Lydia..." She shook her head, still staring at the glass that was on the floor, those large brown eyes blinking before they rose up to meet his own emeraled hued orbs. "You didn't think I'd found out about that, did you? You didn't even know who that girl was when she walked in the two of you, right? Probably saw the family resemblance, but had no idea that she just happens to be one of my best friends...did you?!" At this time, she had already grabbed something else to throw at him, this small porcelien figurine also just missing Darren by a few inches.
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