Chapter 8 Poll position

Ethan's POV

I observed Chelsea sitting with Henry, radiating happiness. She laughed at everything he said, and I felt jealousy growing within me.

"Idiot, see how she's laughing around him," I muttered aloud in my thoughts, rolling my eyes. The jealousy and anger intensified as she leaned on him, laughing. I wondered, "What is wrong with her?" Irritation was written all over my face.

"What's up, man? I noticed you've been staring at your sis with such irritation. Are you jealous?" Ernest remarked.

"Do I look like I care who she's with?" I backfired.

Our eyes met, and she knew I wasn't happy, but she chose to ignore me. I walked towards them, intending to interrupt whatever they were discussing.

"We have to talk," I said, ignoring Henry's presence, but she insisted on staying with him until they finished their conversation.

"You should go," Henry finally said after a brief argument between Chelsea and me. Surprisingly, Henry remained calm.

I dragged her into the ladies' restroom