“She won’t come,” I say confidently. “Emmie doesn’t want to be anywhere near me.” She won’t even read my goddamn message right now.
“Pfft. Give Stella some credit. Emmie will be there. And if you’re really lucky, then you’ll get an up close and personal experience instead of creeping on her through a screen,” Seb teases, making me groan.
“Uh… what have I missed?”
“Nothing new. Just Theo being a twisted, voyeuristic fuck.”
“Oh yeah, that’s old news. You creeping on Em now?”
“You fucking know he is.”
“Bet she looks banging, fucking herself silly every night while calling out my name.”
“You motherfucking—” Seb grabs both my upper arms before I make contact with the smarmy cunt.
Alex stares at me with a victorious smile splitting his face in two.
“I hope the skank you pick up at the weekend has herpes,” I hiss, much to Alex’s amusement.
“You two are so fucking whipped. Thank fuck I’ll have Nico and Toby as wingmen.”
“Oh wait, now God’s gift to women needs the support of wingmen?” Seb asks, dragging me back to the sofa before shoving me down into the cushions none too gently.
“Fucking dicks. All this pussy is going to your heads.”
Alex gets up and storms across the room, flipping us off over his shoulder.
“Jealousy isn’t a good look on you, bro,” Seb shouts after him.