I'm Not Daria
Help Devan

I put a threatening look at him. "Are you expecting it Devann???," I muttered, pushing him aside .

I walked back to limping. My ankle might be sprained. It would be better if I could quickly get to the room and rest.

I looked into his eyes. She might have been a little intimidating at the dinner table on my first day here, but now her gaze was different.

He had changed into a black shirt and gray sweatpants and his hair looked wet and disheveled. It was obvious that he had just taken a shower. Oh, so maybe he was taking a shower when I barged into his room violently.

"Are you the one who spread the shampoo all over my bathroom floor?" I asked quietly, waiting for the answer.

"Are you going to believe me if I say no?"

"No." I answered flatly, I finally showed her the pendant by hanging it in front of her face. He took it from my hand,

Damnit damnit! He murmured, and it still sounded clear in my ear.

"Then yes, it was me. What are you gonna do ?" He asked, while raising his eyebrows as he put on the pendant.

My hands clenched with anger. My ankles were throbbing with an excruciating pain that made me want to cut them. Okay, now's not the time to fight with this kid. I better go and rest. And once my ankle is healed, then I'll get back at it.

"You better be careful," I said slowly, without glancing again, I began to stumble up the stairs. I heard him laughing behind me. I still ignore it. I want to get into the room right away, but that's easier said than done.

I have to make sure I don't put too much pressure on my ankle, which means I have to walk without using the other leg at all or limp, how can I do that? Real hard.

"What happened to your leg?" suddenly I heard Devan talking near my ear, I almost jumped up from not hearing him as he approached me

"Why don't you ask yourself? Do you think I'm gonna fly over that stupid shampoo?" I said, I finally made it at least I can scold her. Oh, my God, I can't walk normally, and I'm slow . I just want to go to the room, but it looks like tomorrow morning is coming.

He's laughing a little. "Ups. Do you need any help?" He asked and I almost fell down while climbing one of the stairs.

"What?"

"I think you need help getting to your room" he said.

"What's? You're offering to help me?" I asked in disbelief. He rolled his eyes at me.

"I didn't mean to sprain your ankles. I just want you to slip and fall"

"Wow, and it doesn't hurt, does it? Well, congratulations, you not only made me fall down, but also hurt my leg until I sprained".

"At least I offered you help. I entered the room wrong, I don't remember my room being changed"

I opened my mouth to protest, but I closed it immediately when I realized that it might be true.

"Suppit. You always provoke me. I wouldn't be a bad person like you who physically hurts others"

"There's no other way you can hurt me than physically. Now stop talking. Or I won't help you" he said, grabbing my hand on the wall and holding me upright. As she held it, I lost my balance and crashed into her chest.

"You're heavy," he muttered, I lightly hit his chest. "And a little rough." I furrowed my brows, hitting him once more, loudly: "Ugh doesn't seem a little rough, but very rough". Devan

"Silent. You can go. I don't want your help"

"I'll help you until you fall asleep" he replied.

"Hard kicks between your legs will definitely help you sleep at night" I said.

He narrowed his eyes at me. "Do you want me to push you up the stairs?"

"You won't dare" I said, rolling my eyes.

"Oh, trust me, I'll do it."

I decided not to pay him any further back. I don't know exactly what kind of person he is and if he's able to make me fall and dislocate, then he'll be very able to push me down the stairs. And now there's no eyewitness coming to help me so I just keep quiet.

"Are you trying to kill me?" He asked while releasing my arms and holding my waist. Okay, now I'm starting to feel uncomfortable being around her

"It was unintentional" I replied briefly, "Although I would like to do so, but given the situation I'm in, I don't think that's a good idea. If it wasn't you, who would have taken me to my room?"

"So you admit you want my help?"

"I never said that"

"okay"

I didn't know what to say, we just stared at each other for about ten seconds until we finally felt uneasy about being that close to Devan.

Okay, this is very uncomfortable..

"Remove your hands from my waist," I said, staring at the hands resting on my waist.

Instead of complying with my request, he did the opposite. He pulled me closer towards him, I held my breath.

"It's not that easy" he whispered in my ear and before I could understand it, I was quickly in his arms.

My hands were immediately coiled around her neck and she arranged me in her arms so as not to fall.

"Down me" I said, thrashing in his arms.

"I'll drop you" he said.

"Shut up".

"You are silent. Or I'll drop you."

I secretly got angry and let him carry me to the room. Otherwise he would have really brought me down. I don't trust him because he's so childish.

He carried me up the stairs and into my bedroom, Devan kicked the door so we could get in.

"Your room made my eyes hurt. Pink curtain, large pink teddy bear, pink pillow, pink table,.."

"You can go now" I said

He shrugged, "OK, you ungrateful brat," he said and threw me to the bed. Looks like he really threw me on the bed, his back was broken.

Before he left, Devan had to adorn my ears with his annoying voice. "Ohh Dariaa," he said, I turned to look at him.

"What?"

"I always win. You may have won the match today. But I'm going to win the war that's been going on between us since we were five years old" he said, winking at me before he left.

Is there a war between us? Of course it's a war of jokes, you childish base.

I'm not that stupid, he'll take this as a war of jokes. When I first met her, I accidentally threw her into the pool. I studied the past she had with Daria, it doesn't take a genius for me to know that Daria and she often do such childish things.

Devan breezed away towards the door, kicking the door forcefully on purpose, he channeled his sense of regret. I saw him groaning in pain. It was an accident. Without retaliating, God has done it for me.

...

I groan on the pillow. Whether it was Devan's childish behavior or the excruciating pain in my ankle, I don't know. It seems like a little of both.

Watch out later lukaaaa😂

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