Jayla

I bite my lip and fidget with my black purse as I wait, sitting on my bed.

"Jess, should I go downstairs?" I ask her.

She quickly shakes her head. "No. He said he will pick you up from the door," she says.

I sigh. See the struggles I am having with going on a date with someone living in the same house as I am.

I speak. "I think I should go out to the hall and not make it complicated. But what if he thinks I am extra?" Jessica looks at me with challenging ...