The guy looked from me toward Chelsey, like they held a secret that shouldn’t get out, but I knew all her old boyfriends. If you want to call them boyfriends; we ran every guy away who tried to talk to her.
“No offense, but Chelsey was introducing me to her nephew.”
“You see him. Anything else?”
“What’s your name again?”
“I didn’t give it.”
Chelsey held her hand out, blocking me from charging at him.
“Ryan, I think you better go,” she said.
The cockiness on his face went away. He seemed more nervous when my fists drew at my side. I tdidn’t play about a lot of things, and Chelsey was one of them. I caught on as soon as we walked in that her parents were trying to set her up with him. All this time of him pretending to be cool with me was fake and phony. For Chelsey’s sake, I never sa
