"She didn't want to be here, kept askin' if we could head out..... and when I said I wanted to stay and support you, she starting saying bad things about you. Horrible lies and... just shit that I didn't want to hear. I told her to stop.... she wouldn't, so then I asked her to leave."

He took a breath and carried on.
"To tell you the truth, I'm not all that into her, I've just been going along with all of this because her friends are dating guys from the team. Yeah, I mean, she's hot, but she's mean, like I really don't like how she rags on you for being into girls, and on top of that, I'm not attracted to her at all... not in any way that matters at least."

"There is someone I'm interested in though" he continued, though he wasn't sure why. Part of him was willing himself to shut up but he carried on "I've been sitting on it a while, even though I'm really into her, because I have no chance, she's just not interested in me, in any way whatsoever.... so when I realized that I settled for Chelsea."

He laid his hand on hers, not holding it, just.. touching. In some way it was his subtle signal of what he was really saying. Then he yawned.

"Ooh, I'm a bit tired, I didn't sleep very well. Hell, I don't know why I'm saying any of this, you only asked me about Chelsea, but I kind of ramble and I tend to misunderstand stuff when I'm tired, kinda like.. when we met. I was still really jet-lagged that day, I must've asked you to repeat yourself, or rephrase a question at least a dozen times, you remember?"