"Uh huh," was the teenaged reply, Devon chewing idly on a thumbnail. "Manda wanted to go over oxidation and equations again." She rolled her eyes in exasperation. "God, why can't she just get it? And so naturally, Bonnie and Liz had to tag along and make things just complicated..." She gestured as she spoke, her irritation with unplanned interruptions evident. "And of course Liz had to try to start shit with Manda, and all four of us basically got into a bitch-slapping fight right outside of the library."

Devon harrumphed to the ceiling and flicked her tousled hair back over her shoulders. "Ruined my backpack, too. Prada, Daddy, Prada. And Manda just stood there like an idiot, bawling her head off. Liz kept on with her crap and tried to get Bonnie in it against me." Her eyes flashed briefly, recalling the outcome of the scuffle. Then her grin slid across her lips and she smirked. "But that bitch's black eye will be glorious tomorrow." Devon Forrester-Carrington did not pull her punches. "So yeah, that's why I'm late."

Propping over on one hand, she swung a small foot and grinned impishly at her father. "So, what are we doing for dinner? I'm starving."