CHAPTER 34

TESSIE'S POV

For the past month or so, I hadn't dreaded a weekend like I was dreading this one. The constant thought of hanging out with Evan again after avoiding him for weeks was causing havoc to break out in my stomach.

The words he had used to describe it were haunting me and I had to keep reminding myself that I was doing this for the right reasons. He had called it a 'perfect date' and my guilt was having a field day in my subconscious for agreeing and actually smiling in encouragement.

I was seated in the kitchen eating my evening snack. Snacks were my go to whenever I was nervous or anxious about something. Honestly, I couldn't wait to just get the night done with. My dad walked in adjusting his shirt. I stared at him as he went ahead to groom his hair nervously. I guess I inherited more of his nervous genes because this white dude was a whole wrecking ball of them. Judging from what he said of her, my African-American mother was the confident one.

"Dad," I c