Abby
My dad has been acting strange since Casey dropped me off the other day, he has been watching me silently at the dinner table. Even on our way to school felt awkward as my father didn’t utter a word. I expected him to ask me questions as he was a father and normally they are always overprotective. In the back of my mind I know he was dying to know who the boy was who dropped me off but he hasn’t asked me, yet.
“Dad, just say or ask already.” I said putting my fork and knife down next to my plate.
My father just looked at me as if he didn’t know what I was talking about. But I just stared at him deadpanned because I saw right through him. “I’m just a little bit confused.” He finally said, not the words I was expecting.
“Dad, you sound worst like a teenager, care to elaborate?” I as
