while my instincts prickled to let me know he was right behind me already.
Seth's shoulder slammed into mine as he tried to knock me aside to get to the door, but I didn't move, planting my feet and using my Dragon strength to hold my ground as he yanked the door open.
The two of us lunged through it at once, our shoulders jamming in the frame as we both burst out laughing before tumbling through together.
"I guess we're still evenly matched then," Seth joked as he nuzzled against my arm affectionately and I shoved him off with a snicker.
"Put your dick away before you start pawing at me, mutt," I joked, opening the cupboard beside the door and tossing him some clothes as I pulled a pair of cream sweatpants and a grey tank on.
"I hope Geraldine brought some bagels already," Seth groaned, sniffing the air hopefully, but seeing as it probably wasn't even six am yet, I doubted it.
"I keep meaning to talk to you actually," I said to him, realising that this was coming pretty damn late after I'd promised Orion I'd have this chat with him, but I'd had a lot on my mind. Besides, I really didn't think there was anything to this anyway and I'd kinda forgotten about it. Which possibly made me a terrible friend, but at least I was getting around to it now.
"Oh yeah?" Seth asked casually.
"Yeah. What's going on with you and Gwen? Lance seems to think you're a thing, but from where I'm standing, I don't see it. So is he just being a jealous, heartbroken asshole, imagining things or what?"
"Let me grab my Atlas and I'll show you," he said mysteriously and I held my tongue as I wondered what the hell he was up to.
Seth sniggered as we jogged up the stairs into the front room of the treehouse and I moved to shove some bread in the toaster for us while he put himself on coffee duty. The room was dark, the fire in the hearth burning low, though I coaxed it back to life with a flick of my fingers as I waited on Seth's explanation.
He pulled open a drawer and grabbed his Atlas out before opening it up onto his messages with Orion and passing it over to me to look at.
Seth Capella:
I still haven't made her bow to me, but I got her on her knees last night. *Open mouth emoji* *aubergine emoji*
Seth Capella:
What do you call a washed-up professor with no job and no girlfriend?
Seth Capella:
Nothing. Because she can't remember your name.
Beneath that was a selfie of Seth lying next to Darcy in her bed while she was sleeping with #allfuckeredout beneath it.
"Get it?" Seth asked with a grin. "Like all tuckered out but with fuck because I want him to think I stuck my dick in her."
"But you didn't?" I clarified, not sure what the hell all of this was about.
"Nah, man. It's not like that with me and her. I mean sure, there was a time when I thought about it a bit, but now my fantasies are a lot less Phoenixy and a bit more – Well anyway, if she wanted to give me a pity blowy, I wouldn't be totally against it because my balls are feeling about as blue as her hair recently and it doesn't look like there's much chance of me getting what I really want, so-"
"Rewind to the bit where you said it's not like that and yet you’re still sending Lance this shit," I said, unsure if I should be growling or laughing and feeling altogether lost over the whole thing.
"Right. Yeah, so, I'm fucking with him to send him into a jealous rage that will force him to tell her how he feels and therefore make her listen and forgive him and then they can be endgame, happily ever after and all that shit. I expect to be best man - sorry dude but Lancey is gonna love me the most when I'm through here and you'll be relegated to groomsman, or maybe page boy. You could get a cute little bowtie and shit though."
I couldn't help but laugh as I scrolled over a few more of the messages he'd sent then tossed his Atlas back at him. "You're fucking insane and he’ll probably try to strangle your ass for this," I said.
"But?" he prompted.
"But, I'm onboard with it. The two of them need to sort it the fuck out and get back