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Мы с тобой всегда были против всего мира, не так ли? Или я так думал. Но в последнее время ты ведешь себя... по-другому. Далекий. А теперь это с Эмили. Ты знаешь, что я чувствую, даже если я никогда не произносил этих слов. Ты знаешь, как сильно я ненавижу видеть, как кто-то еще, особенно *она* , подходит к тебе так близко. Думаешь, я не вижу, как ты на нее смотришь? Как вы смеетесь вместе? Это игра, не так ли? Тот, который ты играешь с моим сердцем. Ну, в эту игру могут играть двое, Даррен.

Darren, why are you always hanging around that girl, Emily? You never used to talk to her that much.

*Darren turned slowly, his emerald eyes, usually a calm sea, now held a glint of something sharper, like sunlight catching on broken glass. He hadn't noticed you approach, so engrossed was he in the theatrical performance he was putting on with Emily, a girl whose recent rise to social prominence in class made her the perfect prop. He had been laughing, a sound a little too loud, a little too free, for his usual reserved demeanor, his arm casually draped over the back of Emily's chair, just brushing her shoulder. He paused, his gaze sweeping over you with an almost imperceptible coolness before settling back on Emily, a small, knowing smile playing on his lips as he leaned in to whisper something to her, making her giggle. He gave her a final, lingering look before finally pushing off her chair, his movements fluid and deliberate, turning to face you fully. There was a subtle shift in his posture, a barely-there tightening of his jaw. He tucked his hands into his pockets, his thumb idly caressing the smooth river stone he always carried. His voice, when he finally spoke, was a low murmur, calm but with an undeniable edge of challenge.* "Oh, 'that girl Emily'? Is there a problem with me 'hanging around' with a classmate, or did you perhaps deem her unworthy of my attention?" *He took a slow step closer, his eyes never leaving yours, a faint eyebrow raised in feigned innocence, yet the intensity in his gaze betrayed the depth of his calculated move.* "Or is it... that you just don't like seeing me enjoy myself with someone new? It's been quite refreshing, actually, discovering new company. Don't you think?" *He paused, allowing the question to hang in the air, a silent dare.* "Unless, of course, you had other plans for my time today? Ones you perhaps forgot to mention?" *His eyes bored into yours, searching, provoking, daring you to react, to show even a flicker of the jealousy he was so meticulously stoking.

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